Ao Feng gradually felt that the barrier-like spell cast by Miyai Muramasa at this time was similar to the one that besieged Yamato no Orochi that he had seen in Yingluo Palace. At this time, with the movement of Miyai Muramasa's four clones, the arena

A faint pink smoke gradually filled the sky, and Miyai Muramasa's clone gradually disappeared into the smoke.

Ao Feng gradually lost his patience. In this red smoke, all his senses were a little dull, and a trace of annoyance rose in his heart. He roared: "Open it!" Ao Feng suddenly pushed up with his arms, and the two dragons

The shadows lingering around each other and rushing up into the air are exactly the combat technique "The Raging Dragon Leaps to the Sea!"

"Boom!" The entire arena trembled violently, and the two dragon shadow claws instantly tore through the red mist, and then tore through the barrier above the arena and rushed into the sky.

Ao Feng's figure instantly spiraled upwards, causing the magic elements around him to surge up. In an instant, the elemental storm completely dissipated the red mist, revealing the blue sky.

"Ouch!" Ao Feng let out a dragon roar, and his unparalleled mental power instantly swept across the entire arena.

"Ahhhh!" The four clones of Miyai Muramasa screamed in unison. They couldn't help but squat down and hug their own heads, blocking their ears.

As the dragon's roar continued, Miyai Muramasa's clone could no longer restrain himself and disappeared in an instant, turning into wisps of light that converged into Miyai Muramasa's figure.

Miyai Muramasa's face was pale. His father, Izumi Ichiro, once told him that without god-level strength, he would never be able to break his soul-transferring formation. People caught in the formation would gradually have their souls stripped away by the formation.

If Ao Feng comes out and is absorbed by the formation, he will transform into his fifth clone, but he neglected it. Although Ao Feng does not have the strength of the god level at this time, he definitely has the combat power of the god level, and his mental power is even more

Reached the frightening peak of the divine level.

"Haha!" The moment Miyai Muramasa's figure flashed out, Ao Feng quickly formed a hand seal with his hands, "Nine Heavens Tribulation Thunder! Fast!" Ao Feng groaned, raised his arm, and a thigh-thick purple lightning fell from the sky, striking instantly.

At the top of Miyai Muramasa's head, at the same time, Ao Feng's hand flashed with blue light, and a spinning green bead appeared in his hand. A ray of blue light hit Miyai Muramasa faster than lightning.

"Ah!" Miyai Muramasa didn't seem to wake up from the shock that Ao Feng could see through him. He felt his scalp numb. When he looked up, what filled his eyes was the purple thunder, and Miyai Muramasa was horrified.

He discovered that the vitality in his body was no longer controlled by him, and his mental strength was in chaos due to the tremors of the dragon's roar. He didn't even have the chance to cast a puppet.

"Poof!" "Boom!" The moment the calamity thunder came into contact with Miyai Muramasa, it burned him into flying ash, which flew everywhere, and then blasted out a large crater on the ground that was more than half a foot wide.

Ao Feng gently brushed the long hair that fell in front of his forehead, looked at the ashes floating like paper butterflies, and muttered: "I still believe in my own strength. That damn sacred contract, no!"

At the same time, with the death of Miyai Muramasa, the eight-pointed star mark on Ao Feng's arm immediately dissipated, turning into a little bit of light and disappearing into the air.

As the smoke and dust on the ring dispersed, everyone saw that Ao Feng was the only one left in the ring. Could it be that Miyai Muramasa was invisible again? Everyone guessed, but then they discovered that two handles on the edge of the ring were struck by lightning.

The twisted and shapeless broken blade was clearly the weapon of Miyai Muramasa.

Ao Feng looked at the many referees in the distance and raised his right arm. Everyone saw that the eight-pointed star sacred contract mark on Ao Feng's arm had disappeared, and Ao Feng smiled and said to Luo Bing: "Haha

,Fortunately you live up to your destiny!"

"Oh!" Everyone cheered.

One referee asked tentatively: "What about Miyai Muramasa?"

"Oh!" Ao Feng nodded and said calmly: "Then Miyai Muramasa felt that he was not strong enough and was so ashamed that he returned to his mother's arms to practice!"

Everyone was stunned, and then understood that Ao Feng was jokingly saying that Miyai Muramasa was dead.

"Bag!" With a sudden curse, several ninjas from Yingluo Academy rushed onto the ring, their samurai swords flashing, and they rushed towards Ao Feng menacingly.

"Humph!" Ao Feng snorted coldly, and stepped on the ground with his right foot, "Hoola!" A layer of boulders was installed on the surface of the arena, overwhelming the ninjas and smashing them down. They were all in a miserable state, even though they were all of imperial rank.

With the above strength, Ao Feng's mental power was firmly locked on several people at this time. The overwhelming stones were not wasted, containing Ao Feng's vigorous dragon essence, and almost broke all their bones.

Ao Feng shouldered the dragon war spear again and stood up. His cold eyes scanned the place where Yingluo Academy was stationed and said slowly: "Your prince Miyai Muramasa has been defeated. If you don't acknowledge his promise, I will not accept it."

The young master doesn't mind helping you enforce it!" Cold murderous intent swept across Ao Feng's gaze, and for a moment the whole place was silent.

After a long time, the instructor of Yingluo Academy slowly stepped forward and dragged down several ninja students who were struggling to get up on the ground without causing any trouble. Ao Feng's eyes made them feel that Ao Feng said, absolutely

It can be done.

Ao Feng slowly landed on the ring and chuckled: "Okay, now that Yingluo Country is married and has given up on the academy competition, those who are not convinced by the academy in that country can come and try."

"Hahaha!" A burly saint-level giant sword warrior flew onto the ring and smiled at Ao Feng: "Haha, kid Ao Feng's strength is truly unparalleled in the world, but what we are holding now is the Mainland Academy Competition.

Therefore, in this battle, I declare the victory of the Chinese Empire! Children, please go down, our competition will continue!"

"Oh?" Ao Feng raised his eyebrows and understood: "Should we continue the competition? I thought it was no longer a competition? A bunch of referees who are not doing their job will make the competition boring. It would be better to challenge each other one by one."

"Uh..." The giant sword warrior seemed a little embarrassed, and immediately laughed and said: "Haha, the referee's judgment just now was indeed not very accurate. Now I solemnly express my gratitude to little brother Aofeng and the lightning magician named Lan Qin.

Apologize, and I have revoked the qualifications of those referees, so little brother Ao Feng should continue the competition!"

Ao Feng blinked and looked at the giant sword warrior in front of him. He really didn't understand what the martial saint meant. However, Ao Feng couldn't fault what the giant sword warrior said, so he immediately nodded.

, jumped off the stage.

When the giant sword warrior saw Ao Feng jump off the ring, he secretly let out a sigh of relief and thought: Fortunately, he is not a completely unreasonable person. Then, the giant sword warrior looked at the many students and onlookers under the ring.

, smiled and said: "Okay, just now

The competition between Ao Feng from Talent Xia Imperial Academy and Miyai Muramasa from Yingluo Academy was nothing short of exciting. I will announce that the competition will continue. The next two colleges competing are Andre from Sunset Empire and Ning Kunwu from Nanyue Academy!

"

Then, the two academies whose names were called jumped onto the ring. Both contestants were actually magicians. They rolled around for a while, and all kinds of magic burst out like fireworks.

Ao Feng stepped forward and came to Luo Bing. Along the way, he enjoyed the respectful gazes from everyone in the Chinese Empire and the extremely eager gazes of the female students among the imperial students.

When Luo Bing saw Ao Feng, her heart became hot. She couldn't help but dive into Ao Feng's arms. She lightly hit Ao Feng's chest with her little fist and said angrily: "You bastard, you've been away for so long before you come back!"

"Haha!" Ao Feng smiled dryly and stroked Luo Bing's long, smooth hair, and said with a smile: "I wanted to come back early, but a lot of things happened..."

"Forget it!" Luo Bing sighed faintly and said, "As long as you are fine! Qingxue left, did you know?" Hearing Luo Bing's words, everyone around him trembled, and now

Ao Feng's temper was too hot, and I was really afraid that Ao Feng would suddenly turn against him.

"Yes!" Ao Feng nodded as if nothing had happened and said with a smile: "I knew it last night, it's okay, she will be back!" Ao Feng then shook his head and said: "Let's not talk about it for now, that giant sword

Who is the warrior?"

"He?" Luo Bing took a look and said, "He is the Red Sun Martial Saint of the Sunset Kingdom and the honorary president of the Sunset Empire Academy."

"That's it!" Ao Feng nodded before looking towards the ring.

The two magicians in the arena played in a fairly standard way. They each opened a magic shield, and then exchanged magic from a distance. There was no technicality at all. In the end, whoever's magic power was exhausted first would win.

Just lose.

Ao Feng looked bored, but the little guy watched with great interest. Compared with the close combat between Ao Feng warriors, such a colorful battle attracted the little guy's attention more. The little guy even shook his wings and flew up instantly.

I just want to get involved.

Ao Feng was startled, and hurriedly reached out to catch the little guy, with a line of cold sweat on his forehead. If the little guy really shot a red light, I believe that the two non-emperor-level students on the ring would not even be left alive.

, even the arena is estimated to have mostly disappeared.

The little guy was dissatisfied and pecked Ao Feng's ear with his small mouth. Everyone had never seen the little guy show off his power, so they all looked at it curiously. Huo Wu quietly sent a message to Ao Feng: "How is it? We found the ancestral blood of the Phoenix.

?”

Ao Feng smiled and said: "Of course I found it, but it's still in a phoenix egg, and it's this little guy's nest."

"Oh?" Huo Wu was confused and said: "Phoenixes rarely have eggs, most of them are born out of fire!"

"Maybe there are exceptions?" Ao Feng looked at the little guy playing with Luo Bing on his shoulder and said, "This little guy's body is actually made of energy. It probably has something to do with it."

At this time, the boring magic exchange in the arena finally stopped. In the end, Andre from the Sunset Empire took advantage of Ning Kunwu's magic power from the Nanyue Kingdom to be low and the magic shield was in turmoil. A small ice pick

After piercing the magic shield and piercing Ning Kunwu's arm, he won the victory.

The Giant Sword Martial Saint Chiri Martial Saint was quite happy. He jumped onto the ring with a smile and said loudly: "Okay! The winner of this competition is Andre from Sunset Kingdom Academy! Haha, the student in the next competition is

Yang Rui, a warrior from the Chinese Empire, and Sidi Laite from the Lijian Kingdom!"

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Chapter completed!