Yan Ting's words succeeded in completely irritating Gu Feiyan. If Gu Feiyan was afraid of not going to Fengyuntai, then after Yan Ting put forward those conditions, he no longer needed to be patient.
Will he be unable to touch Yan Ting for a quarter of an hour?
Although the three small realms of Tianyuan Realm are huge, they are not insurmountable. If a fourth-level Tianyuan can be attacked by a first-level Tianyuan within a quarter of an hour, if he does not have absolute confidence, then he is mentally ill.
Yan Ting, on the other hand, is the kind of person who has absolute confidence in himself. As for Gu Feiyan, she thinks he is sick. However, his illness is the best news for Gu Feiyan.
The palm of his hand suddenly turned, the space ring on his index finger flashed with light, and a blue long sword was held in his hand. Gu Feiyan sneered fiercely at Yan Ting, his eyes flashed with the cruelty that only a crazy beast could show. He
Today, we will definitely poke a few holes in Yan Ting's body. Even if we can't kill him, we will still cripple him. From now on, he will never be able to practice again.
He pointed his sword at Yan Ting and said mockingly: "Yan Ting, you are the one who sought your own death. Don't blame me. Whoever surrenders and admits defeat today will be his fucking grandson."
Yan Ting smiled coldly in his heart, just waiting for your words!
He raised his right hand, hooked his middle and index fingers, and smiled contemptuously, not even looking at Gu Feiyan.
When the Great Elder started fighting, Gu Feiyan ignored Yan Ting's attitude towards him. He suddenly lifted up all his strength, and the blue light suddenly appeared on the blue long sword. He suddenly rushed towards Yan Ting who was less than five feet away from him.
His right arm shook slightly, and then he slashed out with a sword.
Yan Ting watched the green sword light swung out in an instant. His first thought was to crush it with a palm, but suddenly he remembered how he had boasted about Haikou before Gu Feiyan accepted the challenge. He moved his right foot back and turned his waist towards the back.
The nearly ninety-degree bend almost broke his waist.
Although he was very confident in his own strength, he had not reached the point where he could carry the sword with his own body. The green sword sliced across Yan Ting's front, and the faint edge made Yan Ting smack his tongue slightly.
He kicked his feet sharply and retreated.
How could Gu Feiyan give him a chance? He failed with one sword strike, deflected the edge of the sword and slashed down in the air, and then slashed horizontally. The two sword lights formed a "ten" and slashed towards Yan Ting. The latter's eyes were focused, and he fought hard in the wind and clouds.
He stepped out on the stage and used the force to jump up to two feet high, easily dodging the attack.
He stumbled to the ground, almost falling, and then his pupils shrank suddenly - Gu Feiyan rushed over with his sword, and thrust out a sword quickly and fiercely. The sword light flowed, the vitality rioted, and an invisible and fierce power covered the air.
In a space within one foot in radius.
Yan Ting has never practiced any body skills, and his current reaction and speed are all accumulated through years of life and death fighting. However, when he cannot fight back, if he is asked to dodge blindly, he will eventually be unable to do what he wants.
A sword stabbed Yan Ting's left shoulder, but it didn't penetrate much. It only penetrated the white clothes and sunk into the flesh no more than a millimeter. Gu Feiyan's cold eyes were stern, and he held the hilt of the sword with both hands, trying to dig deeper into Yan Ting's body.
A ferocious look flashed across Ting's face for a moment. He moved back a few feet and pulled out the sword tip that was stuck in his flesh. He turned his upper body to the side and Gu Feiyan's sword penetrated the white clothes on Yan Ting's chest from left to right. He suddenly
Pulling out the sword, the white clothes on Yan Ting's chest split immediately, revealing the skin on his chest. Before it was over, Gu Feiyan quickly slashed back, and the sword blade struck Yan Ting's chest, pulling Yan Ting out more than two feet.
Seeing this scene, Third Elder Xiao Chengfan frowned slightly, wondering if Yan Ting was too trusting. No matter how good Gu Feiyan was, he was a genuine Tianyuan realm. His father was Gu Xian, the deputy captain of the law enforcement team.
He has a profound foundation and has mastered many Yuan skills. Judging from this set of swordsmanship, Gu Feiyan is definitely not the kind of playboy with superficial appearance. He has real strength.
However, when he saw Yan Ting standing up slowly, his worries immediately disappeared. As a Yuanzong, he could still easily lock Yan Ting's breath even if he was more than a hundred meters away. Although he was slightly injured,
His breath was still stable without any fluctuation, which showed that Gu Feiyan did not cause any substantial harm to him.
The disciples in the spectator seats who didn't know why were all severely stimulated by Gu Feiyan's sword.
"Gu Feiyan is really strong. If Yan Ting hadn't dodged in time, this sword would have penetrated directly."
"I really don't know why Yan Ting is so arrogant. Don't you know how much he weighs? If he doesn't fight back for a quarter of an hour, if it's a life and death fight, he doesn't know how many times he will kill Gu Feiyan."
And those younger brothers who were following Gu Feiyan unswervingly were dancing and cheering for Gu Feiyan, and they were proud of themselves.
"Boss, beat him to death for making this kid so arrogant."
"Let this ungrateful thing see how powerful you are."
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On the Fengyun Platform, Gu Feiyan holds a long sword and presses against Yan Ting step by step.
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He would not let go of any opportunity to seriously injure Yan Ting. Only half an hour had passed before Gu Feiyan stabbed him with an insignificant sword. Moreover, he was well aware of the gap between himself and Yan Ting. He was arrogant and arrogant.
, does not mean that he is stupid. If Yan Ting does not lose his ability to fight within a quarter of an hour, he will most likely have the opportunity to control himself.
He lightly jumped several feet high, and the long sword in his hand stabbed straight down like thunder in the sky. Yan Ting lay on the ground, bent his feet and pushed up towards the sky. He raised his waist hard and turned back to avoid it.
A palm hit the ground and bounced farther.
Stabbing the ground with his sword, Gu Feiyan did not hesitate. The tip of the sword rubbed the ground to draw a circle. Then he slowly raised the long sword and continued to draw circles. With Gu Feiyan as the center of the circle, the three radii were three feet and six feet respectively.
A ten-foot-long blue circle rose from the ground, enveloping Gu Feiyan and spinning around.
The three circles were like three extremely sharp circular knives. As they rotated at high speed, they gradually formed a tornado. Gu Feiyan pointed his sword at the sky, and his momentum increased again, and the circles of vitality energy rippled away like waves. The wind and clouds were pushed away.
On the stage, a small tornado composed of three high-speed rotating rings appeared. The cyan energy in the center was continuously discharged and attached to the tornado. Gu Feiyan's body soared into the air, and the tip of the sword pointing upward suddenly pointed at the tornado at his feet.
"Yan Ting, try this trick, Wind Roll Technique."
Gu Feiyan smiled ferociously, then raised his sword and swung it down with all his might.
The tornado under his feet was as powerful as a rainbow, and it hit Yan Ting in an instant. Yan Ting retreated violently, and the tornado quickly closed the distance between the two. Yan Ting couldn't move away even if he wanted to, and was directly hit by the tornado.
But Yan Ting was not hit and flew upside down. His upper body white clothes were severely torn by the tornado and turned into powder, leaving only some rags that could barely cover part of his body. Fortunately for him, his pants were not torn.
The three rings left three blood stains of different depths on his chest. If Yan Ting hadn't thrown his head back and threw his hair behind, there wouldn't even be a trace of his hair left.
This bastard is so stupid!
Suddenly, the tornado split instantly from the middle. A sword cut off the tornado and scratched his chest, leaving a small blood mark. This made Yan Ting let out a heavy groan, staggered back, and suddenly
It was a kick that hit him in the chest, sending him flying several feet away.
Buyunya stood up with a slap on the table, clenching his fists tightly. He still underestimated Gu Feiyan. In Yan Ting's heart, no matter what his level was, he believed that there were only a few people who could defeat him at the Tianyuan level.
In his heart, it was impossible for Gu Feiyan to beat Yan Ting no matter what. But without fighting back or resisting, Gu Feiyan attacked so fiercely. Even if Yan Ting's strength increased to a small level, what would happen if he did not fight back or resist?
What's the use?
Qin Feiling, on the other hand, always had an indifferent expression, not showing a trace of nervousness, as if she had absolute confidence in Yan Ting.
"Sister Feiling, why are you not worried about Senior Brother Yan at all?" Buyunya asked.
Concubine Qin smiled lightly and said to Buyunya: "If you had seen his true strength, you would definitely be like me. I believe that someone like Gu Feiyan can't really hurt him."
Buyunya looked confused. What is Yan Ting's true strength? Could it be that he...
Yan Ting stood up with difficulty and patted the dust on the non-existent clothes on his upper body. The four insignificant wounds on his chest were not so pretty after all.
Gu Feiyan's soul was shattered and his heart was pounding. His Wind Scroll Technique had already reached a certain level. Even a fourth-level Tianyuan could catch his move without any defense or practice any advanced defensive skills.
Under the premise of strengthening his body, he would definitely suffer heavy injuries. What's more, he took a sword from himself and was kicked again.
Yan Ting can still stand up.
"He... he can still stand up?" Some people in the spectator seats swallowed their saliva.
"Is he just another freak like Mo Xuanzhang?" Thinking of Mo Xuanzhang's solo battle with Chi Lian Gu Xiao, he did not take the initiative in the first half and allowed the two of them to vent their anger. In the second half, he was in an absolute crushing state.
Defeat the two together.
But Yan Ting not only didn't take the initiative to attack, he didn't even defend.
Yan Ting coughed twice and suddenly half-knelt on the ground, supporting the ground with his hands, gasping for air.
"Is he... injured..."
"Sigh, even if he has a high level of cultivation, he can't resist this elemental skill without getting hurt."
This scene couldn't help but make Gu Feiyan sneer in disappointment: "So you are bluffing. In this case, then you go to hell. I will destroy you today, and I will find opportunities to slowly kill you later."
Gu Feiyan took a few steps and came to Yan Ting in an instant, stabbing out a sword light as fast as an phantom. The blue light in Yan Ting's eyes suddenly approached, and he quickly raised his head and leaned back to avoid the sword that was about to stab his throat.
He struck a "fatal" sword and then rolled sideways. Gu Feiyan followed up and struck out one sword after another. Yan Ting just dodged. After dozens of sword blows, Gu Feiyan did not stab Yan Ting.
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, this is similar to the battle between Buyunya and Chen Lan.
But no matter how much he dodges, he will eventually miss something. After all, Yan Ting has no body or soul skills that he can rely on, and he cannot accurately dodge every sword just by relying on his own speed and reaction. In the end, he is finally struck by Gu Feiyan's sword.
He slashed at the waist. Fortunately, the sword was not strong enough and did not cause any major trauma to his waist. Gu Feiyan suddenly showed a cold and scary smile, turned around and kicked Yan Ting in the face with his right leg.
Ting flew more than three feet away again.
Yan Ting gritted his teeth. When he saw the scene in front of him, he immediately understood what Gu Feiyan's smile meant. Every time Gu Feiyan swung his sword, a sword light separated from the blade.
When the sword came down, the dozens of sword lights turned into a long blue sword with the same handle. The hilts gathered together and the sword tips pointed outward, turning into a sword wheel.
"Is this Gu Feiyan's true strength?" Some disciples secretly smacked their lips. Gu Feiyan is worthy of being Gu Xian's son. He has endless Yuan skills, and they all look extremely extraordinary.
This is the foundation, the foundation that Yan Ting cannot compare with.
Gu Feiyan let go of his hand, placed his palm on the floating sword wheel, shrank it slightly and then threw it out. The sword wheel immediately rotated, trying to split Yan Ting apart.
Yan Ting jumped away in a hurry, and the sword wheel cut into place. Suddenly, Gu Feiyan's hands turned into sword fingers, and he spread his arms. The sword wheel suddenly scattered in all directions, and the flying swords looked particularly spectacular on the wind and cloud platform.
"Yan Ting, die!" Gu Feiyan smiled particularly ferociously, pointing both sword fingers in the direction of Yan Ting, and more than a dozen flying swords fell quickly one after another, landing at Yan Ting's position.
With Yan Ting as the center, within a radius of three feet, there were more than a dozen explosions and smoke billowing.
The third elder Xiao Chengfan's heartstrings were obviously touched. The elders around him could feel that his heart was in confusion. Even if he could lock Yan Ting's aura and knew that his life was not in danger, he still had some worries.
"Third Elder." The First Elder suddenly smiled ghostly, causing the Third Elder to look at him in astonishment.
"A quarter of an hour is up!"
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The smoke-filled corner of the Fengyun Terrace made most people think that Yan Ting would definitely be seriously injured in the explosion. Just looking at the momentum, all the Earth Yuan Realm disciples couldn't help but shudder.
Gu Feiyan's eyes were half-closed, and the green sword had returned to his hand. This time, he must have been seriously injured. However, he did not want to stop there. Even if he added another move to kill Yan Ting, the elders would also
You can't blame him, because with such a big smoke, who knows whether Yan Ting is alive or half dead.
Thinking of this, the aura of the long sword in Gu Feiyan's hand surged again. He raised the long sword high, and more than a dozen sword lights burst out from the long sword, forming a sword wheel again.
"Yan Ting, today is the day you die and go to hell. Don't blame me for being cruel. You brought this on yourself." A sneer appeared on Gu Feiyan's sinister face, and the sword wheel in his hand whizzed out towards the smoke.
Cut right in the center.
"What is he going to do? Yan Ting won't die, right?"
"Who knows, no matter how courageous Gu Feiyan is, he probably wouldn't dare to kill Yan Ting in front of the seven elders. This is what Yan Ting asked for. He insisted on not fighting back for a quarter of an hour, just to be with Gu Fei
How about a fight over cigarettes?" Many disciples talked about it, imagining various possible endings.
After about ten breaths, Gu Feiyan thought that Yan Ting should die, so he drew his breath to withdraw the long azure sword, but the next moment, his expression was extremely ugly, and the long azure sword did not fly out from the smoke that was about to dissipate.
He practices the "Sword Controlling Phantasma Wheel" and can retract the sword at will, combine it into a sword wheel, and disintegrate into a flying sword. How come he can't come back at this time?
He seemed to have thought of something terrible, and stared at the dissipating smoke.
The air gradually became clearer and the smoke dissipated. Under the dissipated smoke, Yan Ting stood only ten feet away from him. The sword wheel was still spinning, but it was condensed by the small vitality shield formed by Yan Ting's right hand.
Put it in front of your eyes.
He clearly saw Yan Ting showing a cold smile.
Yan Ting closed the five fingers of his right hand and slowly grasped the rotating sword wheel. The sword wheel was actually held directly in his hand, stopped spinning, and turned into a blue long sword, which was held by Yan Ting.
His heart trembled violently.
"Gu Feiyan, why are you just practicing some... flashy Yuan skills? It's you, are you too poor?"
Yan Ting spoke coldly, contracting his fingers tightly. A black gas was clearly visible in the palm of his hand. A frightening aura erupted from his whole body. The blue long sword directly broke into two pieces when his fingers were closed together.