Cang Peng flew out far away with a mouth full of blood foam, and his pupils almost completely turned white when the fist hit him. Yan Ting's physical strength without vitality would not cause him to be seriously injured, but it would never hurt him too much.
It will make him feel better.
He curled up on the ground, his pupils shrank, a line of bloodshot mucus connected to the ground from his mouth, and the breath all over his body was already chaotic.
How could it be, the gap between him and Yan Ting...how could it be so big.
Obviously his cultivation level is higher, he is also the direct disciple of the master of Cangyun Sect, and all his Yuan skills are the top Yuan skills of Fengxuan Empire. Why was he completely crushed under Yan Ting's hands?
Yan Ting glanced at the long sword under his feet and kicked it aside.
"It seems that this is all you have." Yan Ting walked towards Cang Peng slowly with a smile on his face, his eyes narrowed as if he was looking at a ridiculous clown: "You said, I am doing this in front of so many people
In human face, should I punch you down with one punch, or should I treat you like a pitiful reptile and then reluctantly put in a little effort to have some fun with you?"
"Yan... Ting..." Cang Peng let out a blood-stained scream, which made the sneer on Yan Ting's face suddenly stop.
Cang Peng slowly climbed up and coughed several times, but his stern eyes suddenly shot out with murderous intent. He pointed at Yan Ting and shouted in a low voice: "You..."
call out!
Yan Ting flashed more than ten feet away and stood in front of him. Before he could say anything, Yan Ting's hand had already grasped his collar, and in his ears, Yan Ting's demonic sadness came.
Laughing: "It seems that you chose the latter!"
Cang Peng's face turned pale. Just when he realized it, his body had been thrown dozens of feet into the sky by Yan Ting. Yan Ting soared into the sky and caught up with his speed. There was a stern look in his eyes. He raised his leg and stepped on it.
Cang Peng's belly.
Cang Peng's blood spurted out wildly, and his body bowed and fell heavily to the ground. After hitting the Taoist platform, it bounced back hard. His limbs were paralyzed, and all the bones in his body seemed to be broken.
Being thrown so hard that even the Yuan Luo realm would not be able to recover from being thrown so hard when the body's energy was almost broken. Cang Peng lay on the ground with his mouth open, his face in pain, and he let out painful whimpers. His back was heavy
When he fell to the ground, his internal organs were directly shocked, and even the hard bones on his back cracked in large parts after the fall.
After being hit so hard, it can be said that he has no chance of struggling anymore under Yan Ting's hands.
Yan Ting landed next to Cang Peng, stretched out his hand to grab him, and lifted him high again. Under everyone's gaze, he swung his arm in an arc in the air and slammed Cang Peng's body to the ground.
The force of this blow was so great that even if Cang Peng had the protective energy to protect him, he would still be injured, let alone his dying appearance. Cang Peng let out a piercing scream, his shoulder bones cracked directly, and his arms were like limp insects.
He fell down weakly, and a huge gash was opened on his back, dripping with blood.
Everyone was dumbfounded. They never thought that Yan Ting would have such great resentment towards Cang Peng, and would still attack him so harshly even when the other party had almost no ability to resist.
Mo Xuanzhang frowned slightly, and he asked Qin Feiling in a low voice: "What grudge does Yan Ting have with this Cang Peng that he would do such a thing?"
Based on his understanding of Yan Ting, even if the opponent is a guy like Gu Feichun, he will not do it so brilliantly. At this time, he only needs to knock Cang Peng off the forum, but in full view of everyone
It was admitted that he was torturing a person who was destined to lose. This was really unbelievable to him.
Qin Feiling whispered a few words into his ear, and Mo Xuanzhang's expression was like an epiphany, suddenly enlightened.
A sneer appeared on his face and he said: "Let's just beat him to death. Anyway, he didn't faint or admit defeat, and there will be no future troubles."
Yan Ting punched Cang Peng in the chest several times, and then kicked him in the face. Cang Peng instantly slid from one side of the forum to the other like a mop, and the breath in his body was so weak that even the referee
Chu Ying on the seat could not help but frown. If the beating continued like this, it was very likely that Cang Peng would be beaten to death by Yan Ting, but for some reason, Cang Peng could not faint without breathing, which made it difficult for him to judge Cang Peng.
Peng was defeated.
The head of the Cangyun Sect could no longer hold back. He stood up and protested: "Emperor Chu, the six supervisors, Cang Peng no longer have the ability to resist. Yan Ting is still so heavy-handed and vicious. Don't you all think so?"
Don't you care?"
Chu Ying glanced at him indifferently and said: "Everything about life and death on the Taoist forum, no matter whether it is a deadly move or a heavy blow, no one can interfere. Unless Cang Peng faints, admits defeat or falls off the Taoist platform, otherwise
This competition must continue."
"But Cang Peng is unconscious now. Even if he wants to admit defeat, he can't do it. Should he be beaten to death by Yan Ting like this? I request to admit defeat on his behalf, and I hope Emperor Chu will agree." The leader of Cangyun Sect also said
He understands the truth and can remain calm even in this situation without getting carried away by anger.
In the imperial discussion, the presiding officer and the six supervisors have the highest say. Even the emperor of a country cannot violate their wishes, let alone a small early Yuan Dao. He wants to save Cangpeng.
They can only make suggestions. As long as Emperor Chu and the six supervisors agree, then Cang Peng can naturally survive.
"Imperial theory, the right to admit defeat is only in his own hands, or I can help you ask." Chu Ying turned to look at Cang Peng and said: "Cang Peng, you have no ability to resist in this battle. If you admit defeat,
, just move a finger, and I will sentence you to defeat, and Yan Ting will not be able to attack you again."
Yan Ting also stopped what he was doing at this moment. When Chu Ying spoke, he couldn't openly make a mistake.
Millions of people stared with bated breath, only to see Cang Peng lying on the ground on the phantom stone tablet. His collapsed consciousness and body made it impossible for him to even move. He should have fainted long ago, but Yan Ting seemed to have fainted early.
She was aware of it, and would tear his body apart every time when he was about to faint, keeping him highly conscious but helpless.
At this point, an opportunity for relief was right in front of him. He tried his best to find the last glimmer of clarity in his blurred consciousness. With a flick of his finger, a movement so small that it was difficult to detect fell into Chu Ying's eyes.
He raised his palm and said solemnly: "Cang Peng loses this battle and Yan Ting wins."
Under Chu Ying's pronouncement, Cang Nan, the leader of the Cangyun Sect, quickly fell down, glared at Yan Ting coldly, and then took Cang Peng, who finally fainted, and quickly left the forum.
Cang Peng's injury was extremely serious, and even if it could be cured, it would still leave hidden diseases.
Yan Ting ignored Cang Nan's gaze. Cang Peng was responsible for all this and could not blame anyone else.
The first battle was a hearty one. In the first half, Cang Peng fought with all his strength and his methods were gorgeous, which brought a strong visual impact to everyone. In the second half, Cang Peng was defeated by Yan Ting's domineering and tyrannical crushing.
In this battle, Yan Ting fully demonstrated his powerful strength. The third-level Yuan Luo actually defeated Cang Peng, the fourth-level Yuan Luo, with a crushing attitude. Looking at this kind of strength, few people in the seven empires can achieve it, and
Yan Ting did it, and he probably retained his strength.
Zi Qianying looked at Yan Ting in surprise, as if he was looking at a monster. Yan Ting looked at her strange look and couldn't help but frown and asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"It's nothing. I suddenly realized that the consequences of offending you would be worse than death." Zi Qianying moved her lips.
Yan Ting ignored her words and just said calmly: "The next battle will be yours, it should be fine."
Zi Qianying snorted: "For a third-level Yuan Luo, you must be looking down on me too much. I'm not good enough against the superiors, but I'm more than capable against the inferiors."
"That's good." After Yan Ting finished speaking, he said nothing more.
Zi Qianying glanced at him and wanted to say something, but she still didn't say anything. The battle between Yan Ting and Cang Peng caused huge waves, and made everyone truly realize from this moment that this person from the Fengxuan Empire
Young people have extraordinary potential.
"In the second battle, Zi Qianying from the Fengxuan Empire and Feng Ye from the Haoyue Empire enter the Taoist platform."
Zi Qianying looked back and smiled: "I'll go first."
Yan Ting nodded expressionlessly, which made Zi Qianying grunt, and then flew into the forum.
Her opponent was a genius from the Haoyue Empire. The opponent looked at Zi Qianying with a slightly nervous expression. Anyone who can reach second place will not be easy no matter what. Although he is a third-level Yuan Luo,
In this second round, the third-level Yuan Luo was almost at the bottom. If he was asked to fight Zi Qianying, he had no confidence at all.
"Feng Ye of the Haoyue Empire, please enlighten me." Feng Ye nodded, then turned his palm over, and a blue long sword was held in his hand.
"Zi Qianying of the Fengxuan Empire, please enlighten me." Feng Ye's good attitude also determined the method Zi Qianying should use to defeat him.
She didn't know anyone from the Haoyue Empire, so of course she couldn't treat her opponents as cruelly as Yan Ting did.
"Start the war!" Chu Ying shouted sharply.
Two streams of vitality burst out instantly on the discussion platform, one blue and one purple, like two streams of light passing through.
Both Zi Qianying and Feng Ye specialize in body skills. Feng Ye comes from Fengling Sect. The blessing of the wind element gives him a unique advantage in speed competition, but Zi Qianying's body skills are not only superior in speed.
After a brief collision, Zi Qianying swept away in one step. She formed a seal with her hands, and two bodies that were exactly the same as hers separated, and then each body separated from another body. In just three breaths, the wind on the discussion stage
Ye, was already surrounded by hundreds of purple thousand shadows.
Feng Ye looked at the people around him in panic, his brows furrowed.
"This female doll is pretty good for being able to cultivate the clone to this point." Bai Tianfan nodded while stroking his beard.
"Hahaha, you don't think this is a clone, do you?" Lan Zhantian couldn't help laughing after hearing what the other party said.
"Oh, isn't it a clone?" Bai Tianfan's expression froze.
"Of course it's not a clone, but... a phantom!" As soon as Lan Zhantian finished speaking, the battle situation on the forum suddenly changed.
Feng Ye used Fenglingzong's body skills to the extreme, shuttling back and forth among hundreds of figures. Every time he struck out with a sword, a figure would perish, but that extinguished figure would disappear in half a breath.
After that, they will turn into two identical figures, filling up the small gap opened by Feng Ye.
Feng Ye was trapped in it, and his sense of control was in chaos. His speed was extremely fast, but no matter what, he could not break through Zi Qianying's encirclement. Instead, he spent a lot of energy by killing her figure.
Unexpectedly, there are more and more of these clones.
At this moment, Zi Qianying moved, and hundreds of figures grabbed into the void at the same time. Hundreds of four-foot purple swords flew into the air, forming a rotating sword array in all directions of Feng Ye. Feng Ye had a gloomy face, and in his hands
The long sword kept slashing out wind blades, bombarding the surrounding sword formations, but it seemed to be useless.
call out!
Hundreds of figures were approaching at the same time, and the sword array was shrinking. Feng Ye raised one arm to the sky, and a barrier of vitality protected his whole body, trying to resist the attack of the sword array.
But what he didn't expect was that at this moment, hundreds of figures merged into one without any warning. Feng Ye's pupils condensed, and he aimed a sword at the only purple body, but it penetrated instantly.
"How could..." Feng Ye murmured.
A long purple sword pierced his energy barrier from behind and landed on his shoulder.