As outer disciples of the school, Murong Feng and Yan Weiwei are still in the late stages of the Free Realm, but if they attack, some ordinary powerful people in the Free and Easy Realm may not be their opponents.
Is this a genius monster?
"It's true that the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead! Why do I feel that our positions are a bit precarious?" Zen Xin also said something coldly at this time.
Zhuge Qingyi turned around and looked at Zen Xin with disbelief.
"If this were said from other people's mouths, I might still believe it, you? But let's do it! If others don't know about you, how can I not know about you? We have been rivals for so many years, so give this Murong boy ten
I can't catch up with you in 2018. But this Yan Weiwei..." Speaking of Yan Weiwei, Zhuge Qingyi couldn't make a final conclusion.
Because he knows whose descendant Yan Weiwei is.
That Lord Anwu was a person who dominated the entire generation.
After Zen Xin heard this, he just looked at the scene solemnly and ignored Zhuge Qingyi.
"Is this Sister Weiwei's true strength? It's a bit scary!" Beichen also looked shocked.
After a long time, the smoke and dust from the competition ground cleared away.
Two figures gradually emerged.
The two of them were tens of meters apart, and both looked solemn.
This time they met, the two were evenly matched.
"very good!"
Murong Feng just said these two words, and his body flashed and lifted into the air!
"This is?"
Many disciples inside and outside the court expressed doubts.
"How did he do it!" an inner disciple exclaimed.
Only when you reach the heavenly realm can you walk in the void for a short time.
Only when you know your destiny can you travel around the world.
But seeing as how Murong Feng can soar into the air when he clearly only has earthly cultivation.
"Have you ever seen a boxing move that falls from the sky?" Zhuge Qingyi asked Zen Xin with great interest.
"It is rumored that the Murong family has a boxing technique that falls from the sky!"
"Yes, it's the Murong family's inherited boxing technique, Fentian!"
"Forcibly using the extremely lethal Fentian! With Murong Feng's cultivation level, I'm afraid it's a bit reluctant!"
"This is a desperate effort!"
"How to deal with it?" Zhuge Qingyi once again focused his eyes on the handsome and upright figure in the field.
Yan Weiwei slightly raised the silver-white latent dragon in his hand and looked up at Murong Feng, who had already risen dozens of meters into the air.
"Feng Tian? It seems that one move will determine the outcome! If so, then it will be as you wish!"
The spear moved slightly, and the gun body emitted terrifying energy that caused the space to fluctuate.
Yan Weiwei held the latent dragon tightly, with his feet on one side and the spear slowly raised above his head.
An instant later, the space was filled with the sound of thunder.
In an instant, the earth-shattering sound of thunder drew the attention of everyone in the audience. When they saw the terrifying energy contained in the spear, uproar continued in the stands.
"Possessed by a real dragon!" Yan raised his head slightly, smiled frivolously, and murmured in a low voice.
As Yan Weiwei's words fell, in vain, silver arcs burst out from Yan Weiwei's body along the gun body. Wherever the lightning dragon passed, deep ravines appeared on the hard floor of the competition arena.
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Looking at the huge ravine that appeared where the silver thunder dragon landed, countless people swallowed their saliva. This residual power has such terrifying destructive power. I am afraid that even if it is hit in the late stage of the land realm, this attack will cause serious injuries on the spot, right?
After completing the possession of the secret magic dragon, Yan Weiwei did not rush to take action, but quietly looked at the figure in the sky.
At this time, Murong Feng was already wrapped in flames.
The arena began to get heated.
Fentian's power gradually began to show.
The boxing skills inherited from the Murong family have no grade, it all depends on the person who uses it. The higher the level of the practitioner and the deeper the understanding, the more powerful the boxing skills will be.
In an instant, the figure in the sky suddenly opened its eyes.
The fiery red flame quickly shot out from Murong Feng's fist like a lion.
The spirit soldier captured the demon turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and hideous scars suddenly appeared on Murong Feng's arms.
Obviously, Murong Feng's forced use of Burning Heaven would probably cost him an extremely heavy price.
Although they were hundreds of meters apart, everyone in the stands outside the competition venue still felt an unbearable burning pain in their skin, with waves of scorching heat hitting their faces.
"Yan Weiwei, I can't control this blow now, be careful!" Murong Feng was still awake at this time and reminded him kindly.
Then he turned to look at Dean Gu Xi in the distance, and Gu Xi nodded to him.
He signaled Murong Feng to rest assured.
At this time, not only Gu Xi, but also Bai Chen on the high platform was prepared. He would take action when necessary to avoid accidents.
The two people on the field are both the proud ones of heaven, and their backgrounds cannot be underestimated. If any accident occurs to any one of them, it will be a devastating blow to Changping Academy.
"Looking at this posture, the power of Burning Heaven has probably reached the Heaven Realm. Even if a Heaven Realm expert faced this punch at this time, he would probably just run away in joy." Beichen looked at the sky that was already wrapped in flames.
The figure frowned solemnly and said.
"Sister Weiwei, how should we deal with this move?" Beichen couldn't help but worry about Yan Weiwei.
Murong Feng finally finished accumulating power, stepped into the void, and fell rapidly towards the competition field below.
"Fengtian! Fall!"
Murong Feng instantly turned into a flaming lion and headed towards Yan Weiwei below.
Wherever it passes, the space vibrates, and the space here becomes slightly distorted under the blazing high temperature.
Murong Feng, who was wrapped in flames, suddenly enlarged in everyone's eyes!
Looking from a distance, a flaming lion fell rapidly in the sky, like a shooting star.
Yan Weiwei saw this scene and his pupils shrank slightly.
The next moment, a look of ferocity appeared on Yan Weiwei's face.
In the state of being possessed by a real dragon, Yan Weiwei is already infinitely close to the realm of freedom.
"Let me see who can stand at the end!"
Yan Weiwei no longer hesitated, raised the gun and stepped forward, her hair flying. Centered on Yan Weiwei, the floor spread dozens of meters outward and instantly exploded.
A terrifying giant pit appeared at Yan Weiwei's feet.
Yan Weiwei relied on this force to shoot towards Murong Feng in the air.
"Fengqi's unparalleled skills!"
"Thunder Dragon!"
"Roar!"
Countless people in the stands could not help but stand.
The unparalleled skill of Wind Rider, the thundering dragon.
This is also a spear skill without any level.
Some of the big guys in the field have seen this wind cavalry spear skill with their own eyes. Rumor has it that An Wujun used this spear skill to defeat a strong man from the Holy Realm head-on in the Fate-Knowing Realm.
At this time, Yan Weiwei's whole body was exuding flashes of thunder and lightning and dazzling light. Yan Weiwei was like an indestructible gun, instantly turning into a thunder dragon and soaring into the sky.
Rays of lightning flashed past, and the sound of thunder resounded throughout Changping Academy.
"The gun emerges like a dragon, and the man and the gun become one!" Countless bosses exclaimed again.
Yan Weiwei's level of gun skills is so high that he can reach the point where man and gun become one in the realm of freedom.
The corresponding realm of swordsmanship is the realm of Jian Gang, which is a realm that can only be understood after reaching the realm of knowing fate!
No wonder!
No wonder Lord An Wu, the commander of the Wind Cavalry, would accept Yan Weiwei as his disciple!
Even the young master of Fengxue City, Sikong Xuan, may not be able to reach the realm of the unity of man and gun in his current level of spear art!
in the air.
The fiery red flame lion, the silvery electric thunder dragon.
The two figures seemed to be moving slowly, but in fact they only happened between lightning and flint.
Two figures that contained a lot of energy collided instantly in everyone's eyes.
"boom!"
"Boom!"
A dazzling light burst out.
At the moment of collision, the two energies were silent for a moment, and then an earth-shattering explosion sounded!
The space erupted in violent vibrations, and cracks appeared in the void.
The surrounding protective formations were also trembling violently, and cracks quickly climbed up the formation's protective shield.
The protective formation shrank with bursts of white light, as if it was about to burst in the next moment.
Countless exclamations sounded.
Some timid ones quickly squatted on the ground, fearing that the remaining power of the battle would touch them.
Gu Xi's face changed drastically, and he instantly came to the edge of the formation, formed seals with both palms, and sent pure energy to quickly strengthen the formation.
Under Gu Xi's continuous energy reinforcement, the protective formation gradually stabilized.
Some people looked at the protective formation with countless cracks in fear, and their faces turned pale.
If the protective formation is broken, I am afraid that everyone will be overwhelmed by the aftermath of the battle.
Immediately afterwards, thick dust spread from the competition ground, and the entire competition ground was completely reduced to ruins at this moment!
Looking at the ruined competition ground, the stands also fell into deathly silence!
Under the gaze of countless almost dull eyes, the smoke and dust that filled the competition ground slowly dissipated, and what appeared in the field of vision was full of mess and gravel.
This scene once again made the outer disciples in the stands gasp.
"These two guys!....What a pervert!" Zhuge Qingyi couldn't help but swallowed his saliva.
On the side, Zen Xin nodded with deep sympathy, muttering to himself that he had to work hard, otherwise, as an inner disciple, he would be surpassed by the outer disciples and would be greatly embarrassed.
Beichen couldn't help but clicked his tongue when he looked at the embarrassing scene in the competition ground.
Such destructive power!
Such power!
Is this something that can be caused by a free state?
Countless inner and outer disciples were staring closely at the competition arena.
This time, who is the final winner?
The smoke gradually dissipated...
The next moment, almost all the disciples' pupils shrank and looked shocked. This chapter has been completed!