The Baizhang Giant Sword and the Baizhang Blood Palm collided fiercely, and there was no one-sided trend. They seemed to be evenly matched. This made everyone who was worried about Feng Jinghong breathe a sigh of relief at the same time.
"Not bad! You can actually refine the wish-fulfilling magical power of the magic weapon to such a level. You can be regarded as an opponent worthy of awe. Unfortunately, when you meet me, the fifth form of the Tian Can Palm is called Blood Removal of the Remnant Soul. It's not you.
If you see such a simple thing, die!"
Yang Qinglong pursed his lips into a weird smile, and gently stretched out his left hand that had been behind his back. The black mist shrouded him, like a black claw, grabbing at Feng Jinghong.
"Hmph, I have been guarding against your attack for a long time. Do you think such an attack can kill me? You are too naive. Until now, have I used any of my own magical powers?"
Feng Jinghong sneered disdainfully. The two golden elixirs of Buddha and Demon were running at the same time in his body. An aura that had almost reached the peak of the golden elixir suddenly burst out from his body, wildly rolling the vitality of heaven and earth around the ring, forming two storms of vitality.
, facing Yang Qinglong’s left palm without mercy!
"What, the peak of the Golden Core? How is this possible? Not long ago, he was at the level of Foundation Establishment Dzogchen. How could he break through to the Peak of the Golden Core in a few days!"
In a remote corner of the audience, Wu Pingfan, who looked calm, suddenly cried out. He did not expect that Feng Jinghong, who had not seen each other for just a few days, would go all out in one go and break through from the Foundation Establishment Dzogchen to the Golden Core Peak. Judging from the aura,
It’s only one step away from the Nascent Soul Stage!
"Impossible, you are obviously in the early stage of Jindan cultivation, how could you become so strong all of a sudden!"
The exclamations from the audience made Yang Qinglong's proud look disappear instantly, replaced by unbelievable horror.
Yang Qinglong was the first to bear the brunt, and he naturally knew how terrifying Feng Jinghong's burst of power at this time was. During the golden elixir stage, each time he advanced to a small realm, his strength would advance by leaps and bounds, while someone like Feng Jinghong looked less than twenty.
No one thought that he would reach the peak of the Golden Core at this age. The whole place was silent except for Yang Qinglong's panic.
"It's just a way to temporarily stimulate the true energy. Why be nervous! It's simply impossible to reach the peak of the golden elixir under the age of twenty!"
There are always people who think it is unreasonable, but even if what he said is not right, it is not far off. Feng Jinghong's strength is indeed at the early stage of the golden elixir, but his two golden elixirs operate at the same time, and his strength rises sharply, and he is vaguely at the peak of the golden elixir.
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"Let's see who dies now! Brother Yang, if you admit defeat and withdraw from the competition, Feng will let you go, otherwise..."
Watching the two storms of vitality slowly facing Yang Qinglong's left hand, Feng Jinghong smiled slightly and said calmly.
"Hmph, asking Yang to admit defeat? Impossible, at least you don't have the intimidation power!"
As a disciple of Piaomiao Peak, how could Yang Qinglong admit defeat to Feng Jinghong, who was sent by a small sect? He was betting that Feng Jinghong wouldn't dare to kill him, at least not in public.
Killer.
Yes, he guessed correctly. Feng Jinghong didn't dare to kill him, at least not now, but he guessed the beginning correctly, but not the ending.
It wasn't that Feng Jinghong didn't dare to kill him, he couldn't, but it didn't stop him from teaching Yang Qinglong a lesson. This not only explained to himself, but also announced his strong rise to others. No one dared to despise such an enemy.
, at least in this Ten Thousand Immortals Realm, there is no one!
"Hmph, Brother Yang may be overthinking. There is nothing that Feng doesn't dare to do. Of course, you and I are just a contest, and I am not willing to cut off your path to cultivation. After this attack, you can leave!
"
Feng Jinghong separated a ray of consciousness, mixed it with the two energy storms, tried her best to control the power, and attacked Yang Qinglong.
Boom!
Yang Qinglong on the stage was severely hit by two energy storms. His whole body fell from the stage as lightly as catkins and fell heavily to the ground.
"Okay, you are the first one who dares to deal such a heavy blow to Yang!"
Yang Qinglong clutched his chest and stood up with difficulty. Blood kept pouring out of the corners of his mouth, completely dyeing his white robe red, which looked shocking.
"Hmph, you're such a shame, why don't you give up!"
A big man with a dull face stood behind Yang Qinglong and slapped him hard on the back of the heart.
"Wow!"
With a cry of pain, Yang Qinglong opened his mouth and spat out a black arrow of blood. His whole body became more energetic. Although his face was pale, it was not as golden as before.
"Elder brother, I..."
Yang Qinglong looked at the dull man behind him in shock, clasping his hands into fists and bowing his head respectfully, with a look of shame on his face.
"Okay, go to the back. It's really embarrassing for Piaomiao Peak to let an unknown boy hit you seriously. I think after this Ten Thousand Immortals Conference, you will have to retreat for a while."
The dull man showed no expression, and with a slight movement of his lips, he sent Yang Qinglong behind him. However, his pair of triangular eyes stared fixedly at Feng Jinghong on the stage, like a poisonous snake.
Feng Jinghong had long felt that vicious gaze, but he didn't take it to heart. With his current strength, he was enough to deal with these people. Even if he was a Nascent Soul stage monk, he could retreat calmly. But if he couldn't,
He also has a trump card, although using it will result in losses for both parties.
"Since Feng has come up, he has no plans to go down again. I won't leave until I get Qian Sheng. If there are friends who want to teach me, please come up to the stage!"
Now that he has been in the limelight, Feng Jinghong is not afraid of making a bigger fuss. He wants to become famous in one battle and completely shock the younger generation, because this group competition is just an appetizer, and the real highlight is yet to come, and he doesn't want to
Those monks in the Qi Refining Stage and Foundation Establishment Stage were staring at him like flies all day long. It is said that too many ants will bite an elephant to death. No matter how weak they are and there are too many of them, he will not get any favors.
"Senior Feng, if you win, you can get the Silver Flower Fire Tree!"
It is impossible for monks in the Qi refining stage to compete with Feng Jinghong. Where is their strength? As for the foundation-building monks from some high-level sects, they don't have that kind of worry. There are rules in the world of cultivation and they cannot be arbitrary.
Killing the foundation-building monks also gave him confidence in his own strength, not to mention that Feng Jinghong spared Yang Qinglong before.
Therefore, all the monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage are thinking that as long as Feng Jinghong is not rude, Feng Jinghong will not kill him. In this case, everyone wants to go on stage to try their skills. After all, not everyone can resist the temptation of the Silver Flower Fire Tree.
"That's right, as long as one of you can defeat me, I, Feng, will give this silver flower fire tree with both hands. Of course, before going on stage, I must also take something that Feng can see as a lottery. You can't just win the prize."
, Feng will get nothing if he wins, this is unfair!"
Feng Jinghong had already expected this situation, which is why he was the first to take the stage.
He proposed to have corresponding reciprocal property, which also made all the foundation-building monks ready to take action. In their opinion, there was only one possibility for Feng Jinghong, a golden elixir-level monk, to covet the things belonging to the foundation-building monks.
The good thing is that Feng Jinghong did use the secret technique to stimulate the true energy, but now it is not strong enough!