After the semi-finals promotion, in the 110 dormitory in the south of Qingyunmen, he patted Ye Feng's shoulder carelessly and said, "I knew it was definitely the match between you and Xiang Lingxiao in the end."
Xiaoqi also said happily: "Ye Feng, congratulations on entering the finals!"
Ye Feng's face was solemn and he did not speak.
Seeing Ye Feng silent, he knew that Ye Feng was considering the next battle facing Ling Xiao, and comforted him with a big mouth: "Ye Feng, don't worry, brother, I support you."
Xiaoqi hesitated for a while and said, "But as the first overlord, Xiang Lingxiao is really strong."
Big Mouth patted Xiaoqi on the shoulder and said, "Didn't you increase your ambition and destroy your own might? We must believe that Ye Feng can win."
Xiaoqi couldn't help but nod.
Seeing the two of them nervously facing a great enemy, Ye Feng couldn't help but laugh and scolded: "I'm not so nervous yet! You are worried about me."
Big Mouth and Xiao Qi smiled embarrassedly and said, "Aren't we worried about you?"
Ye Feng smiled, a sharp edge flashed in his eyes, and said, "We can only do our best in this battle."
Xiaoqi and Dazui couldn't help but nod.
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There is a loft in the middle of Qingyun Gate, in the hall.
The unknown tea on the table smelled like a scent and smoke was shrouded in smoke, and Yu Longxiang and Luzhenqun sat next to each other.
Yu Longxiang had a piece of paper in his hand, which looked like a letter paper.
Lu Zhenqun picked up a cup of tea, took a sip, and asked, "Is it the news from Pingdang Sect?"
Yu Longxiang pondered for a while, closed the letter, and smiled faintly, "It seems that our battle tomorrow will not be calm after all."
"Oh?" Lu Zhenqun was slightly surprised: "Tomorrow?"
"Yeah." Yu Longxiang nodded and handed the letter to Lu Zhenqun: "If nothing unexpected happens, the people from Pangdang Sect will arrive tomorrow, and the leader should be Han Wentuo."
Lu Zhenqun's eyes froze. He took the letter and took it and took a look. He slowly breathed a sigh of relief. His face said slightly serious: "It turned out to be Old Gui Han, and he brought a large number of outstanding disciples to provoke him. It's unusual."
Yu Longxiang kept knocking on the table with his index finger, making a crisp sound, and smiled faintly: "It seems that Pingdang Sect is unwilling to bend down to become the second largest sect of Wushang Empire."
Lu Zhenqun stroked the white beard, his eyes flashed, and he said solemnly: "Pingdang Sect is obviously here to be prepared this time. Its purpose must not be to just provoke our disciples. It should have an unspeakable purpose.
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Yu Longxiang still smiled faintly: "Soldiers come to block the enemy, and water comes to cover the earth."
Lu Zhenqun stroked the white beard and pondered for a long time, and nodded.
The next morning, the battle arena.
At this moment, the competition venue was crowded with people, and all the outer disciples were neatly arranged in block formations. The ranking competition for one hundred disciples was still continuing. There were also a large number of young disciples standing behind the outer disciples. These young men were also standing.
Most of the disciples were sixteen or seventeen years old, and their eyes were all concentrated on the No. 1 competition arena in the middle, as if it was difficult for others to attract their attention except for the characters above. In the middle of this group of disciples, a girl in green held the
With his small fist tightened, his beautiful eyes were filled with brilliance, and it was Yu Fengwu.
In the center of the outer disciples, Sisi, wearing purple clothes, looked quite uneasy, her face was extremely complicated, her teeth clenched her cherry lips, and her beautiful eyes kept sweeping between the two people on the field No. 1.
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Now it's finally time for the finals.
Everyone stared at the two people on the No. 1 competition arena. They couldn't help but look extremely excited on their faces, keep raising their arms and shouting, and cheering sounds are all filled with exciting things.
atmosphere.
On the No. 1 competition arena, Ye Feng was wearing a black windbreaker, standing in front of the wind, standing there quietly, looking at Xiang Lingxiao opposite him with a smile on his lips.
Xiang Lingxiao had a long sword tied around his waist. The sword had a simple and unknown pattern, which looked quite old. His face looked calm, but there was a touch of solemnity in his eyes.
Ye Feng smiled slightly: "Let's continue the last unfinished battle!"
Xiang Lingxiao remained motionless as a mountain, with a calm expression: "What's wrong?"
Ye Feng laughed: "Brother Xiang is so happy."
Xiang Lingxiao raised his eyebrows, stretched out his right hand, holding the hilt of the ancient long sword, his aura changed instantly, and his sharp and terrifying aura soared into the sky, his sharp and powerful aura spread all over the world, and the world changed color, wind and rain
The atmosphere of the mountain and the building was filled with the audience.
All the boys looked silent and stopped calling and cheering, looking at Xiang Lingxiao holding the hilt of the sword in a horror.
The whole audience was silent, and the strong momentum filled the audience, like a proud emperor, and the strong momentum suppressed everyone present.
Ye Feng's expression condensed, Xiang Lingxiao seemed to be the incarnation of the sword. The moment he held the hilt of the sword, his aura changed drastically, and he was like the emperor in the sword.
Seeing this scene, Ye Feng took out the Dragon Scale Knife without hesitation, and used a little force with his right hand, holding the Dragon Scale Knife tightly in his hand, and the fighting spirit in his whole body was circulating, and the strong and violent aura was released to his fullest.
The fierce momentum that was overwhelming.
"Bang!" As this strong momentum collided with each other, a dull sound seemed to be made in the air.
Holding the dragon scale knife in his hand, the light burst out in Ye Feng's eyes, and a small vortex of air appeared under his feet. The soles of his feet suddenly bounced, and his body disappeared in the spot. A flash was crossing half of the distance.
He rushed towards Xiang Lingxiao violently.
Xiang Lingxiao's right hand holding the hilt moved, and the sharp expression in his eyes flashed slightly. He drew his sword out of the sheath, and the shining sword light shone across the sky.
Ye Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, and from the posture of Xiang Lingxiao holding the sword, he instantly judged that this was not the technique of killing the sky and drawing swords. It was just a very ordinary sword, a sword brewing with fighting spirit, just this ordinary sword.
It showed great power in Xiang Lingxiao's hand, and his sharp aura seemed unrivaled. It cut through the sky and pointed at Ye Feng's chest with extremely fast speed.
Don't dare to neglect, Ye Feng shouted violently, the dragon scale knife in his hand quickly raised, and the fighting spirit was running. The sharp blade suddenly flashed with an invisible flowing light. He slashed his right hand and swung it violently, wrapped with a violent and powerful fighting spirit.
He slashed it out with the Dragon Scale Knife.
"Bang!" A powerful collision sound was heard, and two sharp and powerful fighting spirits collided and made a terrifying sound. The violent wind suddenly overflowed, flying in the sky with the violent smoke and dust on the battlefield.
Xiang Lingxiao's figure quickly retreated on the field, and a light jump was to stand firm in the back. However, the ancient long sword that was unsheathed had already returned to the sheath, and his expression was still calm.
Ye Feng stroked his right hand slightly, and there seemed to be two short hairs on his hand, and he couldn't help but concentrate slightly.
Looking at Ye Feng's actions, most of the disciples were slightly stunned, and they were confused, staring at the two people in the field blankly. Only a few disciples around the outer disciples flashed with surprise, and their eyes looked at each other at the same time.
The dragon scale knife in Ye Feng's hand.
Ye Feng picked up the dragon scale knife in his hand, and saw a gap the size of a rice grain on the blade of the dragon scale knife, and the hair on his forehead seemed to be slightly untidy.
Most of the disciples in the stands still don’t understand what’s going on, but Ye Feng was very clear about it in the game. Xiang Lingxiao’s sharp and powerful sword not only hit a gap in the Dragon Scale Sword, but also had a sharp fighting spirit.
Through the rebound of the Dragon Scale Knife, he attacked Ye Feng's face. In that moment, Ye Feng raised his head slightly before he could avoid the sharp and powerful fighting spirit, but the hair on his forehead was still broken.
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Ye Feng's expression became solemn, the dragon scale knife in his hand tightened, then raised it at a strange angle, a smile slightly raised at the corner of his mouth, and his aura changed, and suddenly became sharp and domineering, violent and violent
The momentum emanated, and the black clothes were all in black and dancing without wind. The momentum was domineering but powerful.
Seeing Ye Feng's momentum suddenly change, Xiang Lingxiao's indifferent expression disappeared, replaced by an extremely solemn expression. He had seen this momentum, just when the two were playing against each other in the knockout match, Ye Feng's
The momentum is such a domineering and powerful momentum, as if it is an aura that cannot be stopped by even the world. His right hand suddenly stretched out and put on the quaint hilt of the sword. His finger joints turned slightly white, and Xiang Lingxiao was like a man about to be unsheathed.
The sharp sword is introverted, but once it is unsheathed, it will be a shocking blow.
In the eyes of the two, it seemed that there was only the opponent in the world, but no everything existed. At this moment, Ye Feng and Xiang Lingxiao's whole body were completely concentrated on the opponent, and there was no one else.
Everyone present held their breath and stared at the scene in the competition arena without blinking, for fear that a breath would break the peace between the two of them, and that an explosion like a mountain torrent would be coming, extremely violent