When Meier and Long Chen saw this, they immediately exclaimed and looked at Ling Feng with worried faces, fearing that Ling Feng would be hit by Zhao Yong's knife. Ling Feng's spiritual power had been offset, if he was hit by Zhao Yong's sword,
If this knife hits, it will be more serious than bad!
Ye Hongshang seemed much calmer than them at the moment. She knew Ling Feng better and knew that Ling Feng's strength was not limited to this level. What's more, although he had lost his spiritual power, Ling Feng still had a strong physical body.
His physical body is no weaker than his spiritual cultivation.
Everyone in the Zhao family looked overjoyed when they saw this, and some even couldn't help but cheer loudly, thinking that Zhao Yong's sword would definitely split Ling Feng in half, and this time their hatred was relieved.
The onlookers were also attentive at this moment, staring at the scene in front of them without blinking. No one wanted to miss such a fierce battle, and wanted to see if Ling Feng would be killed by this knife.
However, the next moment, everyone present was stunned, including the Zhao family who were celebrating happily on the top of the mountain. The smiles on their faces gradually solidified. Everyone looked at the scene in shock and said in disbelief:
"How is this possible?"
I saw that although Zhao Yong's sword defeated Ling Feng's spiritual power, its power had been greatly reduced. The remaining power could not pose any threat to Ling Feng at all. Ling Feng easily caught it with the God-killing Sword.
This time Ling Feng did not use any spiritual power, but simply relied on the strength of his physical body to crush the remaining sword energy of Zhao Yong's sword with one sword.
This scene was something that no one expected. When it happened, everyone suddenly remembered that Ling Feng was still a physical practitioner, and his physical strength was equally impressive.
Lei Jinlong once again looked at Ling Feng with some surprise at this moment, and said with some surprise: "This boy is still a physical practitioner?"
"Yes, this boy is indeed good at physical training, and his physical training is not weak," Zhao Changhui said from the side: "There are many elders in our Zhao family who have suffered from this."
"If you can't do two things at once, this boy is destined not to grow up," Lei Jinlong said disdainfully, and then he laughed and said with great disdain: "I forgot that after this battle, he will be dead.
What else can grow and not grow?”
When everyone in the Zhao family heard this, they all agreed: "That's what Lord Lei City said."
On the top of the mountain in Kowloon City, Long Chen and Mei'er breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that Ling Feng was fine. However, they still didn't let go. This Zhao Yong's cultivation strength was really too strong.
Xu Bing said: "Ling Feng took such an effort to catch such a sword. If he doesn't have more trump cards, it will be dangerous."
Ye Hongshang also frowned at this moment. She knew Ling Feng better, but she was also a little worried about Ling Feng's safety at this moment. Ye Hongshang said in a deep voice: "Junior Brother Ling Feng still has a trump card, he also has the strongest sword.
It was that sword that defeated Ye Lang. If it is used, it may not be impossible to defeat Zhao Yong."
Everyone looked towards the valley. At this moment, Lingfeng was constantly throwing pills into his mouth to restore his consumed spiritual power.
Zhao Yong looked at Ling Feng with disdain and said sarcastically: "I just officially made a stab, but you are in such a mess, why do you still want to go against me? Want to kill me? What a fool's dream."
Ling Feng looked at Zhao Yong coldly and said with murderous intent: "My Qi training is indeed not as good as yours, but that doesn't mean I can't kill you!"
"Really? Then I want to see it, what other methods do you have?" Zhao Yong looked at Ling Feng with disdain and laughed wildly.
When Ling Feng saw this, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and then he disappeared in an instant and struck Zhao Yong with a sword. This sword was Ling Feng's strongest sword, Jing Lei.
The sword came out like thunder, and combined with Kunpeng's Nine Flashes, he rushed in front of Zhao Yong in an instant, killing Zhao Yong by surprise.
Zhao Yong's expression suddenly changed, and then the spiritual power in his body burst out wildly. He quickly drew out his sword again, and the dragon scale sword went straight towards the God-killing Sword in Ling Feng's hand.
Zhao Yong snorted coldly and said very proudly: "You used this move when you were fighting Ye Lang. I already knew that you would also use this move to sneak attack me, and I have been waiting for you."
"Second style of the Tyrant Sword, splitting the ground!"
Zhao Yong roared angrily, and then the dragon scale sword instantly burst out with extremely strong spiritual power.
Ling Feng guessed that his sword could not be too smooth. After all, Zhao Yong was not Ye Lang, and Zhao Yong was stronger.
However, Ling Feng was not afraid at all. He just wanted to see how big the gap between himself and Zhao Yong was if he didn't use his hegemony. Ling Feng didn't believe that he couldn't hurt Zhao Yong.
The next moment, Ling Feng suddenly displayed the God-Killing Sword Intent, which instantly locked onto Zhao Yong in front of him. With the blessing of the God-Killing Sword Intent, the power of Ling Feng's sword was greatly increased.
And Zhao Yong also noticed the intention of the God-killing Sword. This power made him feel a little bit of danger, and even made him feel a little fear in his heart. Zhao Yong was suddenly shocked, and then he frantically mobilized the spiritual power in his body, trying to kill him with one strike.
Got Ling Feng.
However, Zhao Yong did not expect that the God-killing Sword blessed by the God-killing Sword Intent would be much more powerful than before. With one strike of the sword, it could forcefully cut away his spiritual power.
On the dragon scale knife.
"when!"
There was a crisp sound of swords clashing, and then Zhao Yong felt numbness in his arms, and his whole body was shaken backwards crazily.
Ling Feng also felt uncomfortable. He was hit by Zhao Yong's burst of spiritual power and fell backwards.
"this……"
Everyone present took a breath when they saw this, and looked at the scene in front of them with incredulous expressions, and their eyes were full of shock. No one expected that after this blow, the two people were evenly matched.
"Is it possible that both sides will suffer losses?"
Everyone in the Zhao family was also worried at this moment. They looked at Zhao Yong with great concern. They found that Zhao Yong was only knocked back and did not suffer any substantial damage, so they breathed a sigh of relief.
Xu Bing smiled and said, "This sword is a bit interesting."
"However, although the power of this sword is strong, it also consumes a lot of spiritual power. With his cultivation level, he cannot use it several times. Even if he can use it multiple times, the power will naturally be less than once. On the other hand, Zhao Yong does not
The same, Zhao Yong's every attack will be so strong, or even stronger," Xu Bing said with some worry.
Ye Hongshang was a little worried at this moment. Ling Feng's strongest sword was only a tie with Zhao Yong. If Ling Feng didn't have a stronger trump card, if this continued, he would definitely lose.
Long Chen stamped his feet anxiously and said, "What should we do? This sword was unexpected, but Zhao Yong expected it, and it did not cause any substantial damage. Wouldn't it be even more difficult next time?"
"Don't worry, since Ling Feng dares to challenge, he must still have some trump cards that he has not yet used," Xie Xinyuan, who had been silent until now, spoke for the first time.
Looking back at the valley, after Zhao Yong stood firm, he looked at Ling Feng in shock. Ling Feng's sword really surprised him. He didn't expect it to be so strong. He felt the danger. Fortunately, he reacted in time.
Otherwise, it will really capsize in the gutter.
Zhao Yong no longer looked down upon Ling Feng, but looked at Ling Feng very seriously and said in a deep voice: "Your sword is indeed very strong, but I don't know how many more swords you can use?"
"It's enough to kill you," Ling Feng said coldly.
"Arrogant!"
Zhao Yong snorted coldly, then took action directly, using his domineering sword again, and slashed towards Ling Feng.
Zhao Yong took action with all his strength. The power of this sword was even stronger than before. For a moment, the entire valley was filled with a very domineering aura. The sword energy raged and attacked Ling Feng overwhelmingly.
"You who have consumed most of your spiritual energy, what can you do to fight with me?" Zhao Yong curled his lips disdainfully and stared at Ling Feng with murderous intent, wanting to see Ling Feng killed with his own eyes.
Ling Feng frowned when he saw this, let out an unwilling roar, gritted his teeth, and relied on his strong body to prepare to resist Zhao Yong's sword.
I saw Ling Feng holding the God-Killing Sword tightly, raising the God-Killing Sword above his head, and forcefully withstood Zhao Yong's sword.
When Zhao Yong struck with the sword, Ling Feng's whole body was knocked down and his feet sank deep into the ground. Even so, Ling Feng still did not give up and prepared to withstand Zhao Yong's sword.
"This guy is crazy!"
Everyone onlookers exclaimed when they saw this, feeling that Ling Feng was seeking death and actually wanted to resist Zhao Yong's blow.
When Zhao Yong saw this, he snorted disdainfully, and then swung the knife again, "I'll give you some more ingredients."
The first blow had not completely neutralized Ling Feng. Unexpectedly, the second blow had already arrived. Ling Feng's whole body was bent to the point of bending, and he almost fell to his knees on the ground.
"Junior Brother Ling Feng!" Ye Hongshang exclaimed, looking at Ling Feng with worry.
"Brother Ling Feng!" Mei'er's face changed with fright, she covered her mouth with tears in her eyes, she couldn't bear to see Ling Feng go on like this.
Ling Feng gritted his teeth and roared angrily, then instantly activated his body.
Ling Feng could only feel the energy and blood in his body boiling, and the next moment, his whole body's strength surged.
"Break it for me!"
Ling Feng let out a roar, and then used brute force to disperse the spiritual power of Zhao Yong's sword.
Ling Feng pulled his feet out from the ground, took a step forward, straightened his back and stood there, staring at Zhao Yong with murderous intent and said: "Today you will die!"