In an instant, in the entire competition arena, a fire dragon quickly rushed towards Qing Mufeng, and the surrounding area was brightly lit.
Qing Mufeng's face changed drastically. The magic talisman that could transform must not be a low-level magic talisman. He must not be careless. He quickly formed a seal on his chest with both hands, and vines came out of the air, winding and entangled towards the fire dragon.
The fire dragon's power was slightly reduced, but Qing Mufeng had time to attack again——
His expression was serious, and he opened his mouth and spat out a stream of cyan glow.
After the glow flew a certain distance, it suddenly grew in size and turned into a dustpan-shaped magic weapon in an instant.
The magic weapon hovered in the air for a while, and then, driven by Qing Mufeng's spiritual consciousness, it reached the top of Yi Feng's head in an instant, and then dunked it down in the air.
Yi Feng was stunned. The speed of the dustpan magic weapon was really not slow. Seeing that he couldn't dodge it, he waved his hand and fired another fire talisman.
However, the dustpan magic weapon seemed to be of a high grade, and it was suddenly pressed at a faster speed. Before the fire dragon could erupt, it was suppressed by the magic weapon. At the same time, Yi Feng's eyes suddenly filled with flames.
boom……
In the dustpan magic weapon, a burst of fire shone, and the fire talisman exploded directly, and Yi Feng was among them.
Xingchenzi, who was watching the battle from a distance, was trembling with fear. If Lu Changfeng hadn't pulled him away, he would have almost jumped directly to the arena to stop the match. Under the attack of the intermediate fire talisman, even his disciple's great ability would not be able to stop it.
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Even the sect bosses sitting on the stage stood up one after another. The disciples who can reach the top four are the sect's weirdos. If they die in the competition, they will not be able to forgive themselves.
And Ying Lingzi was also worried, not worried about Yi Feng's safety, but worried that his disciple and grandson would be punished for this.
But Ying Chengzi suddenly became angry and cursed at Ying Lingzi beside him: "You, a good disciple taught by an old thing, are so harsh on your fellow disciples!"
Ying Lingzi was not a good-tempered person either. Although he did not accept the accusations made by his junior brother, in front of so many people, he was actually being scolded by his senior brother. How could he keep it on his face? He snorted coldly.
Said: "Your disciple is not good at learning, so you still blame my disciple for taking action too quickly?"
Ying Lingzi was also a smart man. He did not say that his disciple was ruthless, but he said that he acted too quickly, which is different in nature.
The elders of the master's sect on the high platform were arguing about this, but Yi Feng was blown to pieces. Fortunately, his low-grade spirit armor's defense was pretty good. He was not killed directly, but he was also seriously injured.
More importantly, when he was in a daze, the power of the sword's heart was greatly reduced, and the dissipation speed was also accelerated. And his red flame spirit sword was hit in the air by Qing Mufeng's mid-grade spirit sword.
Falling, the whole body becomes dim and dull.
"Damn it, you are such a big deal with me!"
Yi Feng was really angry. Without even thinking about it, the Heaven-Destroying Sword came out in response to the situation, and actually stabbed a big hole in the dustpan-shaped magic weapon on the top of Yi Feng's head.
In the sky, a clear and loud sword sound sounded! The sound shocked everyone!
Immediately afterwards, Yi Feng also struggled to stand up, blood was spurting out from his mouth, and he was extremely miserable. His long flowing hair was also curled, and wisps of black smoke were rising.
Yi Feng shook his groggy head slightly, and then gave the order to Zhantianjian to rescue Jianxin.
After the Sky-Destroying Sword received Yi Feng's thoughts, a ray of light spread on the sword body, and then it scattered the ivy, almost effortlessly.
Not daring to let the sword heart stay outside any longer, Yi Feng took it into his body and looked at the surprised Qing Mufeng with a cold face.
