The Shura Killing Realm and the Killing Sword Realm merged together, and the power of Ling Feng's Xuantian Cloud-Breaking Sword soared again.
As the sword pointed, the frost armor around Ye Xiu was shattered layer by layer.
Ye Xiu's complexion changed. He couldn't fight for a long time, and his body was becoming more and more unable to bear it.
The divine power of surveying the sky within the body dissipated little by little, and the backlash of the cold air became more and more intense.
A "click" sound sounded, like an egg shell breaking, and a spot of light appeared under the sword, turning into countless cracks, spreading and breaking into pieces.
The Frost God Realm was forcibly split into two by Ling Feng's sword energy!
In an instant, the feeling of being constrained disappeared. Ling Feng seemed to have been relieved of his burden. His speed increased a little. With a spin, everything in the ten directions was destroyed. Like a violent storm, thunder and lightning, he continued to use Xuantian Breaking Cloud.
Sword, launch the final fierce attack.
The realm was shattered, and Ye Xiu spat out a mouthful of blood. A look of great pain appeared on his face, but he still gritted his teeth and struggled to hold on.
With a wave of his hand, the frost blade swept across the sky, still unwilling to give up the last resistance.
"Do you want to fight again?"
Ling Feng retracted the immortal chain blade, clenched it with both hands and destroyed it in all directions.
Since the opponent has not given up yet, he will also go all out, which is also a kind of respect for the opponent.
In an instant, Ye Xiu felt as if Ling Feng had turned into a wildly roaring sea. With his sword dancing wildly, it was like heavy waves and tsunamis, and he had turned into a small boat in the sea, ready to fly at any time.
All may be destroyed.
He could only constantly rely on the power of ice to form a shield to defend himself, but there was no way he could find a chance to counterattack under Ling Feng's violent attack.
"What's going on?"
"The intensity of the attack is so violent, so terrifying!"
"Oh my God, that kid is still a human being. He has already reached this level, and yet he can still explode with such power!"
Everyone was shocked.
After fighting hard for a long time, Ling Feng's body was already covered in scars, almost full of holes.
However, the power he unleashed seems to be not much different from that in his heyday.
This guy is simply a freak!
In the preparation area, Wu Xuan's brows were furrowed and his face was gloomy. He didn't know what he was thinking.
Whether it was Ling Feng or Ye Xiu, they both gave him a huge shock.
"I'm afraid that boy named Ling Feng won't be able to sustain such a sudden outburst for long."
On the high platform, an elder from the Ji Dao God Clan said in a deep voice.
Another elder looked at the two people on the stage and said slowly: "Ye Xiu's condition seems to be unable to last for much longer. Both of them are probably at the end of their strength. It just depends on who can persevere to the end!"
"good."
All the elders nodded.
In fact, the battle has indeed reached its final moment.
The blue light on Ye Xiu dissipated little by little, and Ling Feng was eroded by the cold air, and the hands holding the sword began to tremble slightly.
One breath!
Two breaths!
Three breaths!
…
Ten breaths...
Twenty breaths...
Thirty breaths...
Time passed little by little, but Ling Feng's violent offensive did not stop, nor showed any signs of weakening. It was as violent and tyrannical as ever, and the sword light was extremely domineering and sharp, leaving countless sword marks in the air, densely packed, Ling Feng
The figures of Feng and Ye Xiu were completely wrapped.
Ye Xiu was in disbelief. The frost blade in his hand was shattered again and again. In the end, it was too late to condense the frost blade to resist Ling Feng's sword energy.
Gradually, his arms lost consciousness, his body was also affected, his energy and blood surged, and he couldn't find any chance to fight back. Each breath seemed as long as a quarter of an hour.
"puff!--"
Finally, Ye Xiu spat out a mouthful of blood, and the blue light around him faded away like a tide.
The blue light disappeared, and Ye Xiu's entire body fell into the ruins of the arena, huddled up in a ball, trembling.
His face was paler than before, and he seemed to have completely lost consciousness.
"Ling Feng wins!"
Ye Xiu has lost the strength to fight again. Ling Feng won this battle!
The audience in the audience all had their eyes widened, as if they were still immersed in Ling Feng's violent sword energy just now, and could not extricate themselves for a long time.
Ling Feng was also staggering, and he barely managed to hold himself on the ground with Shifang Miannie to steady himself.
"Cough cough cough..."
Ling Feng coughed for a while, and the blood he coughed up was frozen into ice particles while it was still in his throat. This made his throat feel as if a razor blade had scraped it.
The cold air in his body has penetrated into his internal organs. In his current state, he may be able to feel one-tenth of Ye Xiu's usual pain.
He raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead. Although he won this battle, Ling Feng undoubtedly paid a heavy price.
Fortunately, he had cultivated the Immortal Golden Body, otherwise, he might not have been able to hold on long ago.
"The winner of this battle is Ling Feng!"
The referee loudly announced the result of the game, and the audience reacted and let out a burst of enthusiastic cheers.
Ling Feng, win!
The great wizards and disciples of the Temple of the Witch God all had tears in their eyes.
By winning this battle, Ling Feng has firmly secured the top three spots. Even if he loses to Wu Xuan in the end, he will still be in second place.
This is the best result achieved by the Temple of the Witch God in the past hundred years.
Wu Xuan's eyes flickered with light, his gaze fell on Ling Feng, and he burst out with awe-inspiring fighting intent.
It is true that Ling Feng is very strong, but he still has an invincible aura!
However, under the gaze of countless people, Ling Feng walked towards Ye Xiu step by step with some difficulty towards the ruins.
Because of the backlash of cold air, Ye Xiu had fallen to the ground and could not move.
Although this cold air gave him extremely powerful strength, it may also be a huge burden for him.
He did not completely lose consciousness. He looked up at Ling Feng, a self-deprecating smile appearing on his pale face.
"After all...ahem...I still can't beat Ling...brother Ling Feng, ha...ahem..."
Ling Feng did not speak, but squatted down next to Ye Xiu, and put his hand on his lower abdomen.
The vitality in his body began to circulate, and Ling Feng slightly closed his palms, absorbing the cold energy in Ye Xiu's body into his own body.
"You? Why?"
Ye Xiu's complexion changed slightly, his pupils shrank slightly, and he glanced at Ling Feng in confusion.
"For some reasons, I don't want you to die here."
Ling Feng glanced at Ye Xiu. Because he had absorbed the cold air in Ye Xiu's body, his face had become extremely pale, and a thin layer of white frost had condensed on his eyebrows and hair.
"I hope you can tell me something."
Ling Feng let out a breath of cold air and couldn't help but shiver. He looked at Ye Xiu and said word by word: "After everything is over, I hope you can answer the doubts in my heart."
Ye Xiu was obviously stunned for a moment. After most of the cold poison accumulated in his dantian was absorbed by Ling Feng, his condition obviously improved and he was able to sit up on his own.
He clenched his fists and took a deep look at Ling Feng. After a long while, he nodded blankly.