Murong Xuanchen quickly changed the techniques with his hands, and a ray of light shot out from his hands, turning into countless golden blades. The golden blades were entangled together, forming a huge light pillar, which quickly turned into a golden dragon.
Countless golden lights emanated from the golden dragon, and the light was dazzling and brilliant. The golden dragon was so powerful that the Feitian Sect monks under the stone platform could not help but feel a sinking feeling!
Murong Xuanchen had a stern look on his face and whispered a spell in his mouth. In an instant, the golden dragon suddenly burst out with even more dazzling brilliance, and then slowly rose up under the wrap of thousands of golden lights. It was far away from Murong Xuanchen's hands before it was suspended.
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Murong Xuanchen's spiritual roots are mainly earth attributes, so-called earth-born gold, so when he practices gold-based magic, the power of this spell will be increased. What he just performed was the "Ten Thousand Blades Transformation into Dragon Technique".
The so-called Ten Thousand Blades Dragon Transformation Technique is to use the true essence of the body to transform into countless golden blades, and then transform these golden blades into a golden dragon. The Ten Thousand Blades Dragon Transformation Technique can attack the opponent twice. When the opponent neutralizes the golden dragon's attack, the golden dragon will still return.
Transform into countless golden blades and attack the opponent again.
Feng Fan had already judged from the true energy fluctuations of the opponent's spell that this spell was powerful, so he did not dare to be careless at all. Feng Fan kept waving his hands, and countless silver ice cones surrounded Feng Fan. The ice cone technique was completed.
Murong Xuanchen waved his hands and threw the golden dragon towards Feng Fan without hesitation. Countless sharp winds broke through the air and struck the golden dragon like a thunderbolt from the sky.
Feng Fan showed no sign of weakness, and countless ice cones around his body quickly rose into the sky. When the golden dragon and the ice cones met, they made a series of deep sounds. The powerful power enveloped all directions, and the surrounding void shook, as if it was trembling.
The true energy of the two people quickly poured into it, and the two collided countless times. As the number of ice cones continued to decrease, the size of the golden dragon shrank rapidly. It seemed that the golden dragon was as powerful as a rainbow, and it seemed that the ice cones were vulnerable to a blow. But Murong Xuanchen
His true energy was damaged to begin with, and he could barely cast spells that were only suitable for monks in the foundation-building stage, so the power of the Ten Thousand Blades Dragon Transformation Technique was greatly reduced.
Murong Xuanchen's face was pale, and he seemed to have reached the end of his strength. Feng Fan, however, looked calm, as if he was confident of winning. Murong Xuanchen roared, and sprayed out a breath of essence at the golden dragon, which instantly turned into countless rays.
The golden blade rushed towards Feng Fan.
As Feng Fan's true essence gushes out, the ice cone shines with silver light, rushing towards the flying golden blade. "Clang, clank..." Countless crisp sounds linger around the fields, ringing in all directions.
As the spiritual power surged, the golden and white brilliance flowed and flickered. Countless sharp fluctuations impacted the surrounding restrictions, causing the restrictions around the stone platform to tremble slightly, as if there was some fear of the two violent forces.
Murong Fengyang, who was sitting in the audience, suddenly sighed softly and shook his head, looking extremely disappointed. After the spell exchange between Murong Xuanchen and Feng Fan just now, he no longer had any hope that Murong Xuanchen could defeat his opponent.
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As the number of golden blades and ice picks decreased sharply, Murong Xuanchen spat out a mouthful of blood, his face became even paler, and he was already injured. All the golden blades had disappeared, and the remaining ice picks lost their obstruction and flew towards Murong Xuanchen.
Murong Xuanchen moved his body quickly and dodged all the ice pick attacks. The ice picks hit the restrictions placed around the stone platform by the monks in the alchemy stage one after another, and eventually they all disappeared.
"Xuan Chen, admit defeat." Murong Xuanchen quickly took out a talisman with a flying sword sealed on it. When he was about to activate it, Murong Fengyang's rich voice came from under the stone platform.
Murong Xuanchen was startled, glanced at Feng Fan, and then reluctantly put the talisman back into the storage bag and silently got off the stone platform.
Master Taiqing announced loudly under the stone platform: "In the second round of the competition, Feng Fan of the Feitian sect defeated Murong Xuanchen of the Murong family." Most of the people in the audience were monks of the Feitian sect. After hearing Master Taiqing announce the results of the competition, the atmosphere immediately became enthusiastic.
stand up.
This competition was more intense than Feng Fan's first one. Ling Qiancao did not hesitate to take two Nine Transformation Spirit Pills to replenish the consumed real energy, and his body skills were weird and difficult to defeat. But because Murong Xuanchen not only stepped into Qi Gathering
The later peak level lasts longer than Ling Qiancao, and there are more magic weapons, talismans, and jade than Ling Qiancao, so it is more difficult to deal with than Ling Qiancao.
When they saw Murong Xuanchen's defeat, Master Huanyue and other Feitian Sect monks were extremely excited.
The Feitian Sect monks continued to watch the second round of the second set of competitions, while Feng Fan returned to his residence alone. In the battle just now, Feng Fan consumed some real energy, and he would have to participate in the third round of competitions the next day. If he wanted to pass the short
It is impossible to completely replenish the consumed real energy in one day of practice, so Feng Fan plans to use the real energy stored in the Hunling Yuan Devouring Pearl to replenish it.
Recalling these two competitions, Feng Fan was speechless. If he could use the Five Elements Xuanmeng Formation and the Soul Devouring Pearl, even a monk in the foundation building stage could defeat them.
Not only that, the use of some talismans and magic weapons is restricted. For example, the skull talisman was obtained from the Phantom Blood Sect messenger he killed. Who knows if using this kind of talisman will make people from the Phantom Blood Sect become addicts?
I know that he once killed the Phantom Blood Sect messenger.
Feng Fan stopped thinking wildly and sacrificed the Soul Devouring Pearl. As Feng Fan's consciousness moved, the true essence in the Soul Devouring Pearl quickly entered Feng Fan's body. After a while, the true essence no longer entered Feng Fan's body.
In the body, this is a sign of abundant real energy.
Feng Fan felt refreshed all over his body, and the slight tiredness he had felt completely disappeared. Looking carefully, he saw that the Soul Devouring Pearl was still crystal clear, without any change. Feng Fan received the Soul Devouring Pearl and began to practice.
Several hours passed. Feng Fan opened his eyes, took back his power, slowly stood up, and then came outside. It was getting late at this time, and Feng Fan strolled to Feitian Hall.
Looking from a distance, there were some monks gathered in front of the main hall. Judging from their clothing, they were all Feitian sect disciples. Feng Fan came in front of everyone, and everyone looked at Feng Fan with reverence. A young monk in blue came.
When he arrived in front of Feng Fan, he saw that this person was Gong Changfeng.
"Senior brother, how is the battle going today?" Feng Fan asked calmly.
"Alas! I was defeated by my opponent today." Gong Changfeng sighed lightly and said with a sad face.
"Senior brother is not injured?" Feng Fan looked at Gong Changfeng carefully and saw that the fluctuations of Gong Changfeng's true energy were not too strange, so he asked.
"I was just shot down by my opponent under the stone platform. I took care of myself this afternoon and am now fine. It's just that my opponent not only made arrogant remarks, but also insulted my Feitian sect!" Gong Changfeng twitched the corner of his mouth and said exhaustedly.
"Who is your opponent?" Feng Fan's face darkened, and there was a little coldness in his eyes.
"Leisha Cult Long Yuyang!" Gong Changfeng said with a serious flash of cold light.
When he heard that he was from the Leisha Sect, Feng Fan's heart sank. It seemed that the Leisha Sect was really ruthless towards the disciples of the Feitian Sect.