The two of them stood on the stage more than ten feet apart.
Perhaps because he was afraid of Mo Qingfeng from the bottom of his heart, Situ Qing looked cautious and did not adopt a passive strategy. After a moment of pause, he launched an active attack.
He was casting a spear in his hand.
As soon as he raised his wrist, a forceful aura merged into the spear. Suddenly, a strong wind swept across the challenge platform, and sharp gun shadows appeared, which tended to pierce the void.
Situ Qing's ranking in the Wufu Inner Mansion is still above the Iron Changkong, and he is indeed an extraordinary figure.
Mo Qingfeng on the opposite side remained motionless.
His clothes made a sound of rushing in the strong wind, shaking the minds of everyone on and off the stage.
However, when his palm trembled and there was an ancient silver sword in his hand, the whirlwind on the challenge stage, which was originally inspired by Situ Qing, seemed to be cut in half in an instant.
Half of Situ Qing was still surging, but it had disappeared on Mo Qingfeng's side.
Experts can tell if there is any one.
The sword had such power before it was unsheathed, which immediately attracted everyone in the audience's eyes.
"It is said that sword intent is the most powerful of all artistic conceptions. Even if Situ Qing is powerful, he may not be able to block the sword intent. What's more, what Mo Qingfeng condensed is the seed of sword intent."
"Mo Qingfeng's sword energy is invincible, I'm afraid that it can cut through Situ Qing's offensive with just one sword."
"That's right. I'm afraid Situ Qing can't hold on to three moves."
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Seeing this scene on the stage, Fang Tianlei's eyes showed a hint of shock and said, "Your Highness, Prince, I really didn't expect that Mo Qingfeng actually condensed the sword intent to this point. Before the sword was unsheathed, the momentum it had seemed to be able to fight against the entire one.
The world is endless. I wonder which level of sword intent this son has comprehended?"
The power of artistic conception is also divided into three, six and nine levels.
Compared with the highest level of sword intent, the power is naturally a dragon-snake-like difference.
"Haha, Prince Rong Ben is a little bit of a secret. Vice Lord Fang, you will know if you look at it." Prince Qi did not say it clearly. After a smile, he ignored it.
Fang Tianlei nodded slightly and said nothing.
Anyway, as Prince Qi said, as long as Mo Qingfeng burst out, he could naturally see it with his eyesight.
"Sweep across thousands of troops!"
A thunderous shout sounded, and was oppressed by Mo Qingfeng in his momentum. Situ Qing saw that he had fallen into a state of decline and no longer hesitated. After leaping his figure, he swept out two spears in his hand.
Bo!
With a shot, the calm aura created by Mo Qingfeng was broken, and the fierce airflow swept over with a more terrifying momentum, causing many warriors around the arena to retreat in a hurry.
Mo Qingfeng smiled coldly, and the ancient long sword finally came out of the sheath.
Swish!
In the void, the pure sword intent flashed away, and the air flow provoked by the spear was like a ball that was deflated, and its momentum was declining.
"Situ Qing's sharpness was cut off."
"Mo Qingfeng...is indeed amazing."
"It seems that the winner will be decided soon."
"This person is really a god. Once he comes out with one sword, he actually gives me the illusion of facing the Yangtze River."
On the high platform, Fang Tianlei showed solemnity and said, "Having the ability to cut off the general trend, it has reached at least a third level. I didn't expect that such a swordsman genius could appear in our Western Tang power."
The above classics record that artistic conception can be divided into nine levels, but in the Yuanwu Continent, the most powerful artistic conception level that has appeared in the past ten thousand years is only five levels. The artistic conception that ordinary warriors can understand is basically the lowest level.
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The sword intent that Mo Qingfeng comprehended could reach the third level, no wonder people like Fang Tianlei were shocked.
"The Lord of Fang's Mansion has good eyesight. Qingfeng understands it as Guanhong's sword intent, one of the three major artistic conceptions of my royal family. It belongs to a variant of Qiufeng's sword intent, and its grade is the third-class." Prince Qi smiled...
Situ Qing's expression on her face was even more cautious. He just took a strike and also instilled his own artistic conception.
However, whether it is the level of sword intent or grade level, Mo Qingfeng must surpass him more than one level.
This Mo Qingfeng was the first person who had arrived at endless pressure since he understood the gun.
The momentum he has created with great pains is vulnerable to the other side.
He took a deep breath, and the spear provoked the shadows of the guns all over the sky, integrating all the energy into the spear technique to attack Mo Qingfeng.
The marksmanship is agile and as agile as a dragon.
A hissing sound sounded on the challenge stage, and countless gun shadows appeared, changing thousands of times. Each gun shadow was like a spitting out a long snake, spraying out a sharp breath.
Facing the overwhelming shadow of guns, Mo Qingfeng's face was very cold.
"break!"
The sword intent burst out.
clang...
A long sound.
A sharp aura that could cut off the mountain peak rushed towards Situ Qing in the air.
Bang!
It sounded like a mountain breaking sounded, under the sword intent, all the gun shadows disappeared, Situ Lover's shadow fell from mid-air, spitting blood and flying backwards.
He staggered to the ground, put away his spear, clasped his fists and said, "Mo Qingfeng, you are really powerful, I'm giving up."
Mo Qingfeng smiled faintly and did not answer.
In the attack just now, he felt that he had gained benefits, at least the sharp aura shot out from his body was much less.
Both of them ended at the same time.
Situ Qing lost, and the only people who maintained the record of winning in the third group were Mo Qingfeng and Ye Feng. They had already qualified in this group and were qualified to enter the rematch.
At this moment, the other two groups have already decided the winner, and there are a total of four people who have obtained the qualifying quota.
The first group is called Long Chen, a child of the Dragon family, one of the three major families. He has the eighth level of innate cultivation. He has the highest cultivation level among all the martial artists who have advanced to the stage. He is strong all the way and is a shortlisted. He is promoted with him. He is Ren Anping.
The young man is innately seventh level of strength.
In the second group, the two who advanced were Qi Yuankai and Feng Ye, both of whom were innate seventh level of cultivation.
However, Ye Feng felt that Feng Ye's strength seemed to be stronger than Qi Yuankai and Ren Anping.
This Feng Ye, who is from a small county and country under his jurisdiction, is not well-known and unknown. He is about eighteen or nineteen years old, and his face is always filled with a rare ruthlessness and calmness.
Such people have a strong personality and dare to fight and fight, which is the most difficult opponent to provoke.
Apart from Mo Qingfeng, the last thing Ye Feng wants to meet is Feng Ye. Of course, the final was a draw for lottery. Whether he can meet or not depends on luck.
The final six promotion quotas were officially confirmed: Mo Qingfeng, Ye Feng, Feng Ye, Long Chen, Qi Yuankai and Ren Anping.
All six people stood on the stage.
Among them, Mo Qingfeng is the most powerful person in doubt. There is no problem with getting a place. As for the other two, it seems that everyone has the same strength...