For Pang Wuliang, he liked being in the limelight the most. Naturally, he couldn't let go of such an opportunity. He described the confrontation with the Nascent Soul master in the Holy City with a little exaggeration, which attracted everyone's attention.
Sad.
"Haha, come to the stands, Brother Feng is going to win!"
Pang Wuliang screamed strangely and pointed at Feng Jinghong and Yang Qinglong on the stage.
The thirty-foot-long giant sword was like a giant pillar holding up the sky, slashing hard at the blood sun on Yang Qinglong's chest.
"Hmph, even if you have such a rare treasure, you can't resist my bloody sun. Burn it!"
Yang Qinglong is also a powerful person at the same level. Naturally, he will not take Feng Jinghong's attack seriously. He snorted softly and pushed out the round of Blood Yang in front of him!
boom!
The earth-shattering roar made everyone's ears ring. No one thought that it would be such a close match. Most people in the audience thought that Yang Qinglong's Heavenly Remnant Palm could definitely defeat this little-known boy.
Of course, when Feng Jinghong took out the Demon Sword, some people were a little surprised by his strength. After all, he had a magic weapon-level weapon in his hand, and his strength was not much weaker.
But no one would think that Feng Jinghong could draw with Yang Qinglong, let alone beat him. Yang Qinglong's title of Tiancan Master was not only because of his Tiancan Palm, but also because of his fierce reputation.
Since his debut, Yang Qinglong has almost had few opponents. He has a very fierce reputation among his peers. He has always been merciless. No matter what the opponent's background is, if he fights against him, he will most likely be defeated by his Tiancan Palm.
It is common for people to be left with no intact skin, and even worse, to have their hands and feet cut off.
With such a illustrious reputation, Feng Jinghong only used a long sword to block Yang Qinglong's two forms of Heavenly Can Palm, which naturally made the people in the audience look at him. The Heavenly Can Palm is a small magical power with great reputation.
Let me say here that there are many attack methods in the world of cultivation, but before the golden elixir stage, they basically rely on ordinary weapons and magic weapons to carry out attacks. Only when you reach the golden elixir stage, you will realize small magical powers. Of course, some special skills
Not included.
After the minor magical powers are spells, which only monks in the Nascent Soul stage can understand. The so-called calling for wind and rain is the stream of spells. As for the spells, there are Taoist arts, which are the methods that only gods and immortals can have.
Except for Youyou and a few others, no one would have thought that Feng Jinghong would be unscathed by the small magical power. Even Wan Jianfeng and others did not expect that after only three years of not seeing each other, this young uncle would grow up to be able to compete with Jin.
The alchemy master has reached a point where he is relatively short, and now it seems that he still has some energy left.
Everyone in the audience turned their attention to Feng Jinghong and Yang Qinglong. As for the thousands of Jindan monks, their target was even more clear, and that was Feng Jinghong, this kid who suddenly rose up like a meteor.
He looked like he was only twenty years old, but he was able to block two minor magical powers with just one sword, which made all the Golden Core cultivators take a keen interest in him.
Everyone is thinking about how to deal with Feng Jinghong's giant sword.
"Okay! There is still room for you, but this is also the last time you will shine. If you are smart enough, break that mark now, otherwise, my third form of Tian Can Palm will be your life-killing talisman!"
Yang Qinglong was also a little surprised, but he was more interested. The fighting spirit in his eyes gradually became stronger, his eyes were slightly narrowed, his left hand was strangely behind his back, and his right hand was standing on his chest, holding it empty.
"If you can take over my third form of Tian Can Palm, then I won't take the Silver Flower Fire Tree and let you go. If you unfortunately die under Yang's palm, hehe..."
Yang Qinglong smiled sinisterly and actually told Feng Jinghong about possessing the Silver Flower Fire Tree. At this moment, everyone who knew about it fell silent.
The noisy scene suddenly became quiet, and then there was the sound of heavy breathing. The monks in the Qi Refining Stage and the Golden Core Stage were better, but the monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage were not so calm. Those in the late Foundation Establishment Stage and the Great Circle of Foundation Establishment were like hungry wolves.
Same, staring at Feng Jinghong with bright eyes, green light shining in his eyes, wanting to swallow him in one gulp.
"Shameless!"
"It's so shameless. I didn't expect the disciples of Piaomiao Peak to be so cruel. It really makes our Yingui Sect feel ashamed!"
"I, Feng Chushan, consider myself good at strategy, but I have never seen such an insidious person. How can I be a crippled young master and a crippled young master? How fucking disgusting!"
Youyou and others all know that the focus of Yang Qinglong's words is not the third form of Tiancan Palm, but the Silver Flower Fire Tree, a temptation that no foundation-building monk can refuse - the Silver Flower Fire Tree!
Which foundation-building monk doesn’t want to own the treasures of heaven, materials and earth that can increase the success rate of forming a pill? Unless he is mentally retarded. As soon as Yang Qinglong said these words, Feng Jinghong and others became the target of public criticism. No matter how powerful the golden pill monks are
, it is impossible to face tens of thousands of foundation-building monks without getting hurt, not to mention a bunch of golden elixir masters who are eyeing him!
"Haha, Brother Yang has made a good calculation. Is he just worried that he will become my defeat? But don't worry, Feng will not kill you. Of course, you have to leave something to save your life. If you say,
Successfully pissed me off!"
Feng Jinghong's eyes narrowed slightly, a cold light flashed, and the murderous intention burst out instantly, but it was fleeting. He could only endure it. He could seriously hurt Yang Qinglong, but he couldn't kill him, at least not now!
"Haha, many people have said this, but the end is more miserable than the last. Originally, I wanted you to admit defeat early and give me the Silver Flower Fire Tree to let you go. But now, I have changed my mind. Only you
Only with the blood can I calm my anger, then, die, the fifth form of Tian Can Palm, blood dissolves the residual soul!"
Following Yang Qinglong's loud shout, his right hand instantly turned blood red. A faint bloody palm print slowly flew out from his right hand and swelled in the wind. In just a few breaths, it turned into a hundred-foot-sized one and headed toward Feng Jing.
Hong printed it hard.
"Hmph, you think I'm just a show-off and you're just letting you attack me?"
Feng Jinghong was not to be outdone, and snorted coldly, with a look of disdain on his face. He had always fought against monks who were higher than him, and had never fought with monks of the same level. Now it seems that Yang Qinglong's
The Tiancan Palm is not very good, or Feng Jinghong's strength is too strong. He doesn't even need to use the Thunder Sword Intent, he can easily kill this person with just a Demon Sword.
As Feng Jinghong's cold snort sounded, the Demon Sword in his left hand also quickly grew in size, ten feet, twenty feet, fifty feet, and did not stop until one hundred feet.
The huge sword looks extremely heavy. When held in Feng Jinghong's hand, it is like an ant resisting food that is countless times larger than its body. However, no one dares to laugh at Feng Jinghong's clumsiness. Such a wish-fulfilling magical power is so powerful.
It is not at all inferior to Yang Qinglong's fifth form of Tian Can Palm. In terms of destructive power alone, it is even more powerful than Yang Qing Long's Tian Can Palm.
Everyone knows that even if a giant tree with a height of 100 feet falls, ordinary people may not be able to easily catch it due to its weight alone, let alone such a magic weapon-level giant sword, driven by the true essence,