Volume 1 Yanyun Chaos Chapter 15 Sand Festival (2)
No one expected that the Crown Prince's battle was not over yet, but the Second Young Master would be on Fengling's side.
The people of Yanbei then remembered that the Second Young Master was the same age as the Crown Prince, and today was also his coronation day.
Even so, the Crown Prince and Yan Weixie have an old relationship, so what about the Second Young Master?
If he simply wanted to win the crown, could the huge Yanbei Palace not find a fighting platform for him?
Feng Yang ignored the thoughts of the people in the stands and took out the Overlord Gun from his storage bag after walking onto the stage.
Feng Ling raised her eyebrows and asked, "Do you need me to let you go?"
He is in the middle realm of Hunyuan, but Feng Yang has not yet condensed into the Yuan realm. The difference in combat power is so obvious that it is not a problem to ask such a question.
Feng Yang didn't think so, but he fully understood it.
"You see, you have been watching my brother for a long time, right?" He said with a smile, "Why don't you take a serious look at me today?"
Feng Ling said: "I have looked at you carefully."
Feng Yang let out a cry.
Two sounds.
"The prince is very much like the prince. He has the same ambition as a young man, the same heavy responsibility, the same amazing talent, and the same sharp edge."
His sharp edge is clearly visible, so he is arrogant.
Is this what you mean? Feng Yang thought silently.
Before Feng Yang could figure out what that sentence meant, Feng Ling continued: "You are more like a princess, calm and restrained, extremely intelligent, neither arrogant nor impetuous, but also confident."
The pearl of wisdom is in your hand, so you have the confidence in your chest.
Feng Yang thought that this guy's dog's mouth could spit out ivory.
"As far as I know, you should have called me a waste many times."
"I still see it that way, but it's only at the combat level."
Feng Yang said: "It means you saw something else?"
"Yes." Feng Ling's eyes were complicated, "I could tell from the moment you stood here."
Feng Yang thought to himself that standing here was definitely not my intention. If possible, I would even want to stand on the battlefield of that girl from Murong Mansion.
"Whether it's your intention, the prince's intention, or the prince's intention, the final result is that you stand here."
Feng Yang raised his eyebrows, "What do you want to say?"
Feng Ling looked back at the third elder on the stage, "I want to say it, but I can't, so you have to try to force me to say it."
Feng Yang said: "This matter has nothing to do with you?"
Feng Ling said: "I know everything."
Feng Yang thought to himself, is this what it means?
He didn't intend to pursue the question further.
The yellow sand is rolling slightly and the gentle wind is surging.
Overlord's spears compete to shine.
Feng Lingsheng is at a high level and has a powerful momentum like a rainbow.
Feng Yangsheng excels in his skill with marksmanship and agility in his body.
They thrust straight at the same time, spear point to lance point, sparks flying.
The starting position of the Overlord Spear is like a dragon spear.
The two of them passed by each other, then raised their guns and swept across them at the same time, the guns trembling slightly as they collided.
The second style of the Overlord Spear - Pingsha Break.
Feng Yang shouted angrily, and his body rushed out, leaving an afterimage in the air.
The afterimage was blocked by another afterimage.
Feng Yang's right shoulder bumped into Feng Ling's left shoulder, and the two of them only stood in a stalemate for a moment before retreating together.
The third form of the Overlord Spear - Tiger Break.
Feng Yang took two steps back, and Feng Ling took two feet back.
Feng Yang raised his eyebrows.
Feng Ling frowned.
It doesn't take much time to raise or frown, so the battle happens as if there is no pause.
Feng Yang raised the Overlord Spear, and the red air flow lingered all over his body, and finally slowly gathered in his right hand, and then poured into the gun. The Overlord Spear glowed with a magnificent red light, as if it had come alive!
The seventh form of the Overlord Spear - Mad Dragon Shock.
Feng Muyun stroked his beard and showed a satisfied smile.
The fourth prince stared, thinking that no wonder Feng Yang didn't intend to accept his proposal.
There were bursts of exclamations in the stands.
There were bursts of exclamations on the battlefield.
It turns out that the second young master’s combat power is also so powerful!
The person who reacted the most to this Mad Dragon Shock was Feng Ling. The moment the blood energy entered the gun, he even felt like he was suffocating!
Although he had known that Feng Yang would definitely be sure if he dared to challenge him, this was beyond his expectation.
He calmly stretched out his hand, and the Overlord Spear stretched out like an iron rope.
The fifth form of the Overlord Spear - Blocking the Iron River.
This is the only defensive move in the Overlord Spear. It is said that the first ancestor of the Feng family once used it to block three attacks from the Demon Lord.
He actually planned to stop the mad dragon.
There was an uproar.
The Overlord Spear has a heavy momentum. If it goes forward without hesitation, even if it is to cross the border to kill, it will not be a problem. The momentum is rising. When the momentum is rising, if you switch offense and defense at this time, wouldn't you dig your own grave?
The fourth prince didn't understand either.
Feng Muyun sighed: "What a gun."
He had already praised Feng Yang's Mad Dragon Shock, so was he praising Feng Ling now?
Feng Muyun said: "If he doesn't have to stop Tiejiang, the winner should be announced soon."
The fourth prince asked: "Why is this?"
Feng Muyun said: "The momentum is already slow, so he cannot be faster than Yang'er."
Before the fourth prince could figure out the cause and effect, Feng Yang stirred.
The Overlord Spear thrust out suddenly, and the rich blood energy formed a shadow in front of the spear head, looking like an angry dragon emerging from the water.
The wind suddenly rose.
Feng Ling took a step back.
The dragon's head bites the iron rope.
The spear was almost bent into a bow, but it did not break after all.
Feng Ling retreated again, and two extremely deep black marks were left between the boots and the ground.
The dragon's head pressed against the iron rope and bit it all the way.
Feng Yang pushed Feng Ling forward.
Less than three feet away from the edge of the battle platform, the gun power finally ran out. The two Overlord Spears bounced off, one fell outside the arena and the other fell to the ground not far away.
Feng Yang was breathing heavily.
Feng Ling's face was pale and his hands were trembling.
There was no communication and the battle restarted.
Feng Yang used his legs as a whip, and Feng Ling used his fists as a sword to attack the opponent's chest.
Feng Yang groaned and flew out upside down.
Feng Ling vomited blood and almost fell off the stage.
Feng Muyun thought that the outcome was decided.
The third elder also thought that the outcome was decided.
The next moment, Feng Yang and Feng Ling rushed towards the overlord gun lying on the stage at the same time. Feng Yang grabbed the tail of the gun and Feng Ling held the tassel of the gun.
Two thunderous explosions.
Both of them on the stage showed their muscular upper bodies, one with bright red blood and the other with khaki domineering energy.
The Seventeenth Style of the Overlord Spear - a last-ditch battle.
Feng Muyun snorted coldly and looked at the third elder with an even colder look.
The third elder's face was earth-colored, and he did not dare to look at Feng Muyun at all.
The great elder still squinted his eyes, but his voice was as dark as the underworld.
"Where did Feng Ling learn to fight against the odds? Why didn't I know that the Presbyterian Council had discussed this matter?"
The second elder finally realized that something was wrong and looked at the third elder with dagger-like eyes.
The third elder wanted to say something.
Feng Muyun said: "Let's see the victory or defeat of the martial arts first."
The Overlord Spear relies on domineering energy, and it is also domineering that makes up for it in a last-ditch battle. The purpose is to pave the way for the final form of the Overlord Spear.
Therefore, both Feng Yang, whose momentum is getting stronger and stronger, and Feng Ling, whose momentum has already weakened, have reached their strongest state at this moment.
The blood is like clouds, flowing slowly on the surface of Feng Yang's body, like a pair of armor.
Similar changes are also taking place in Fengling.
Blood red and earthy yellow solidify at the same time.
The Eighteen Styles of Overlord's Spear - Invincible and Selfless.