There is no doubt that Wang Qianzhi is powerful. As the leader of the new generation of disciples of Yunluo Holy Land, Wang Qian's strength should be stronger than that of Murong Bai and his ilk.
The strong men who have advanced to the top ten in the Sunset Selection, such as Ye Changgona, are probably not much weaker.
Ling Feng has attracted much attention. To most people, he is an unknown dark horse. However, starting from the competition between the three sects, he made a strong counterattack and crushed Liu Donglin. He also defeated Yuanhua one after another on top of the Sunset Chosen. Jihe Yuehuaqing came into the sight of many powerful people.
For a time, countless spectators in the audience focused their attention on Arena No. 6.
This battle is full of smoke and must be extremely exciting.
"Let's get started."
Ling Feng's expression was calm, not affected by the powerful pressure at all.
Wang Qian stared at Ling Feng, his face was gloomy and scary, and he said word by word: "Junior brother Ling, your winning streak should end here."
This Wang Gan has extremely strong self-control. Even though he hates Ling Feng, he can still remain calm. Based on this alone, he is much stronger than Liu Donglin, Yuan Huaji and his ilk.
"The wind rises from the Nine Netherworlds!"
The dark wind was raging, and the sound of sobbing seemed to come from the Nine Netherworld.
Waves of coldness make people shudder.
In such a large auditorium, tens of thousands of powerful people, whether deep or shallow, all felt that the surrounding temperature was suddenly very cold.
Accompanied by the sound of ghosts crying in the wind, many strong men felt so gloomy in their hearts that they felt so depressed that they could hardly breathe.
Yue Huaqing's breathing was stagnant, her expression was solemn, and she was secretly worried.
As a disciple of Yunluo Holy Land, she knew very well how terrifying Wang Gan's move was.
"Compared to the time when we were sparring with each other half a year ago, Senior Brother Wang's power of evil wind is more than twice as strong!"
Yue Huaqing frowned. Even though Ling Feng had the powerful flame-swallowing domain, there was no restraint in the wind and fire attributes. The kind of restraint Ling Feng had on her did not exist in Wang Qian.
After all, Ling Feng's level of cultivation is still too low, and it may be difficult to easily take over Yin Feng.
At the elders' table, the faces of the three palace masters on the East Lingxian Pond side became a little solemn.
Ling Feng met Wang Qian so early, but they were unexpected.
Moreover, Ling Feng has repeatedly angered the Yunluo Holy Land disciples, so this battle will probably be difficult to achieve.
The most important thing is that if half of Ling Feng's Nine Dragons Supreme Luck is divided up by others, it will be a big loss.
If he loses to the disciples of Donglingxianchi, that's all. If he loses to the disciples of other sects, he will give the other party a genius with incredible luck.
"Fall down!"
Wang Qian came with anger.
It's like being in the midst of a sinister wind and a wolf, turning into a tsunami that blocks out the sky and invades every corner of the arena!
The dark wind is everywhere!
Chichi——
The robe on Ling Feng's upper body decomposed into liquid at a speed visible to the naked eye, and at the same time, bursts of burning pain were felt on his skin.
Thin threads of black mist, as if spiritual, quickly penetrated into Ling Feng's pores.
"Even this corrosive power makes Zi Zhaoyan unable to resist and is forced to admit defeat."
Ling Feng narrowed his eyes slightly. In the first round of elimination, Zi Zhaoyan was defeated by this move. Now that he has experienced it personally, there is indeed something weird about it.
Once this black mist erodes the body, it will even devour its own Yuan Power. When Zi Zhaoyan's legs were injured, the Yuan Power could no longer circulate smoothly in her legs, and her speed suddenly slowed down.
In this way, even if Zi Zhaoyan still has the strength to fight, she is destined to be unable to last, so she has no choice but to admit defeat.
However, Ling Feng was different.
This little trick can't stop Ling Feng.
Buzz!
The fourth level of swallowing flames ignited from Ling Feng's body, turning into a purple flame dragon, circling around Ling Feng's body.
The so-called flame swallowing, the most powerful characteristic is to swallow all things!
As time passed, the black mist in the pores was instantly extinguished by the swallowing flames, turning into black particles and floating out of the pores.
In the blink of an eye, Ling Feng's skin was covered with a thin layer of black soot.
As the swallowing flames gradually spread out on the body's surface, the dark wind around it continued to turn into soot, like autumn rain, falling intermittently.
Looking from a distance, wherever Ling Feng passed, black rain began to fall from the sky.
Wang Qian's ever-unfailing evil wind failed for the first time.
Biluo Shengji breathed a sigh of relief, Ling Feng had never let her down.
The elders of Yunluo Holy Land all frowned.
They all know that Wang Qian's Yin Feng is not just cold and bone-corrosive, but also contains a trace of spirituality similar to that of living beings, which is full of vitality.
Whenever it encounters a living creature, the evil wind will invade the body on its own, swallowing up the energy, making it difficult for people to guard against it.
Pervasive and mysterious.
And Ling Feng's flames can actually swallow up the power of the evil wind, which is a bit weird.
This flame is unusual!
Wang Qian's eyes were also a bit shocked, but he was not too surprised.
If even this move cannot be broken, then Ling Feng is too useless. The Yunluo Holy Land elite who was defeated by him before was unjustly defeated.
"That's what makes it interesting!"
Swish——
The next moment, a red cover as bright as jade appeared above Wang Qian's head with a flash of light.
The red cover flipped down and continued to shrink, forming a set of red armor around Wang Qian, which immediately made Ling Feng's eyelids twitch slightly.
"This is Senior Brother Wang's Nine Dragons fire shelter!"
At the preparation table, Yue Huaqing stood up immediately. When he fought with Ling Feng, Ling Feng exposed Yanyan's trump card. With Wang Qian's caution, he was indeed prepared.
This "Nine Dragon Fire Shield" is a pseudo-immortal weapon. Although it is not a real fairy weapon, it has an almost heaven-defying immunity to the power of flames.
Ling Feng's powerful flame swallowing power, with almost 90% of its lethality, will be blocked by this "Nine Dragon Fire Shelter".
Not only that, even the power of thunder has been repelled by the "Nine Dragons Fire Shield" to a certain extent. So far, almost all of Ling Feng's magical thunder powers and flame-swallowing fields have been ineffective.
Sure enough, Ling Feng punched out, and the purple flame dragon all over his body swept towards Wang Qian. He collided with Wang Qian a foot away, and was immediately pushed away by invisible force and rolled back!
An unexpected turn of events that no one expected.
"Oh my god, as soon as this magic weapon was released, Senior Brother Ling's strength was suppressed by at least 70 to 80%!"
"Damn it, you actually took out a fake fairy weapon, you are so shameless!"
The disciples of Donglingxianchi yelled and cursed for a while, but on the other hand, the disciples of Yunluo Holy Land became very proud.
"What's wrong with the pseudo-immortal weapon? It's only because our senior brother Wang has the ability that we can have treasures like the pseudo-immortal weapon!"
"That is, if you are capable, let Ling Feng from Donglingxian Pond come up with a fake fairy weapon! Hahaha!"