When Nan Peibai heard that Dao Ruonan read out the result, his face was full of smiles and he looked enthusiastic. In the three previous competitions between the two families in the early stages of their development, the Dao family won two, while the Nan family won
One game. Now Feng Fan has won one game, and the overall score of the game has changed from one game behind to a draw, which makes Nan Peibai sincerely happy.
"The next match will be between Dao Hanling from the Dao family and Cheng Haoxuan from the Nan family." Dao Ruonan pondered for a moment, saw Dao Qianliu slowly leaving the arena, and then read out loudly.
Shortly after Dao Ruonan's announcement, a girl in purple walked towards the arena. The girl was slender, with white teeth and red lips. She had long shawl hair and a pair of dark eyes with a deep gaze. She was slim and pretty.
waist, snow-white skin, and a pair of towering hair wrapped in a yew tree, showing an extremely charming state. When this woman walked into the arena, both the Dao family and the Nan family monks became
It became quiet.
"Cheng Haoxuan of the Nan family." Feng Fan said calmly and calmly with a calm expression on his face.
"Dao Hanling of the Dao family." A very seductive voice came from the mouth of the woman opposite. Some of the monks watching couldn't help but swallowed. Seeing the calm look of his opponent, Dao Hanling's heart sank slightly, knowing
I met an extremely calm and powerful opponent.
Feng Fan's mind moved, and a true essence shield emerged around his body. Dao Hanling shook a storage bracelet on his right wrist, a silver-white light flashed, and a Fangtian painted halberd appeared in front of him.
The small halberd that was about an inch long suddenly rose sharply under the touch of his single finger, and turned into a huge thing that was about ten feet long, emitting a dazzling rainbow. Dao Hanling flicked his sleeves on one side, and Fang Tian painted the halberd with a sharp
A strong wind shot towards Feng Fan. Because the ancient treasure moved very quickly, cyclones formed in the surrounding space.
Feng Fan waved his hand, and a huge blood ax flew out. Under Feng Fan's single finger, the blood ax suddenly emitted endless blood light, and slashed hard at the flying Fang Tian Hua Ji.
The blood glow shrouded it, and the surroundings were filled with a strong bloody aura.
With a "Zheng" sound, the moment the two ancient treasures met, they made a deafening sound, forming violent spatial fluctuations. Under the control of the two people, the two ancient treasures fought fiercely. The silvery white and blood-colored brilliance intertwined and entangled with each other.
They stood there, refusing to give in to each other, like two manic monsters.
"This person is really powerful!" When he was watching the competition between Feng Fan and Dao Qianliu just now, Dao Hanling knew that Feng Fan, as an initial-level monk in the middle stage of Dacheng, could exert a strength equivalent to that of an initial-level monk in the late stage of Dacheng. At this time, he personally
After experiencing the strength of his opponent and feeling the power emanating from the blood ax that was equivalent to that of an initial-level monk in the late Dacheng period, Dao Hanling was still secretly shocked.
Feng Fan pointed at the blood ax with one hand, and the blood ax transformed into thousands of blood rays, shrouding the huge Fang Tian painted halberd. As the blood rays continued to shrink, it gradually turned into a blood cocoon, covering Fang Tian's painted halberd.
The halberd is trapped inside.
The ancient treasure in the blood cocoon seemed to feel an extremely oppressive force, so it began to shake violently, trying to escape from the blood cocoon. However, because the strength was half a level lower, the blood cocoon was still gradually shrinking, and
The ancient treasure inside was shaking violently, but it had no intention of defeating the blood cocoon.
Feeling that the connection between Fang Tian Hua Ji in the blood cocoon and himself had become distant, Dao Hanling's expression changed slightly and he scratched the index finger of the same hand with his thumb, then flicked with one finger, and a drop of blood shot towards the blood cocoon.
go.
When the drop of blood approached the blood cocoon, a dazzling silver light suddenly emitted from it, covering the drop of blood, and then quickly swallowed it in. The silver light of the ancient treasure in the blood cocoon became powerful, and the breath became violent.
The ground was violently colliding. The blood cocoon began to tremble violently under the impact of the powerful force, and seemed to be about to collapse at any time.
Feng Fan waved one side of his sleeve, and the blood ax body not far away from the blood cocoon swayed, and a huge blood-colored ax shadow struck hard at the blood cocoon. The moment the ax shadow approached the blood cocoon, the blood cocoon moved in Feng Fan's mind.
At this moment, a huge crack suddenly opened up. Just as Fang Tian's painted halberd inside was about to rush out, the bloody ax shadow fiercely rushed in along the crack.
There was a loud "clang" sound, and the shadow of the ax struck Fang Tian's painted halberd hard. Although the shadow of the ax disappeared instantly, Fang Tian's painted halberd seemed to have rapidly weakened under this shocking blow, losing its previous mania.
It became quiet.
The cracks in the blood cocoon quickly closed, and then continued to shrink slowly. When it shrank to about the same size as Fang Tian's painted halberd, it made a "squeak..." sound, and Fang Tian's painted halberd in the blood cocoon began to shrink in the blood.
The cocoon begins to deform and shrink under the squeeze.
Fang Tian's painted halberd, which was connected to the body's mind, was gradually shrunk by the blood sacrifice. Dao Hanling felt a slight roaring sound coming from his mind, and his chest felt extremely uncomfortable.
At this time, Dao Hanling has two choices. One is to immediately give up control of his ancient treasure Fangtian Painted Halberd, and this uncomfortable feeling will disappear immediately. Or continue to use his spiritual consciousness to control this ancient treasure with difficulty, but it will
Continuing to endure that extremely depressing feeling, after all, it is extremely uncomfortable to have the control over one's ancient treasures forcibly taken away.
Dao Hanling continuously scratched his index finger with his thumb, and then threw out three drops of blood. When these drops of blood came very close to the blood cocoon, they were quickly swallowed up by the silver light emitted by the halberd inside.
The momentum of Fang Tian's painted halberd in the blood cocoon surged. It seemed that its power was infinitely close to the initial level of monks in the late Dacheng period. At the same time, violent stirring and flipping began in the blood cocoon.
With a "boom", the blood cocoon exploded due to being attacked by continuous powerful forces. Although Fang Tian's painted halberd escaped from the trap, its color was much darker, and its momentum was also weakened a lot. Dao Hanling's complexion
He became a little pale, because not only did he lose a few drops of essence and blood, but he also consumed a huge amount of spiritual consciousness to finally free his ancient treasure from the siege of the blood cocoon.
Dao Hanling made a move with his right hand, and Fang Tian's painted halberd flew back. On the way, the ancient treasure turned into an inch-long mini object, which was put into the storage bracelet worn by Dao Hanling on his right wrist.
Dao Hanling shook the storage bracelet with murderous intent, and sixteen silver-white flying swords flew out one after another. The silver swords circled according to a certain trajectory, emitting countless silver rays. These silver rays intertwined and condensed, forming countless
Weird runes. Driven by Dao Hanling's two-handed magic, the silver flying sword flew towards Feng Fan from all directions.
"It turns out that this sword formation can exert a strength equivalent to that of an initial-level monk in the late Dacheng period!" Feng Fan secretly marveled in his heart when he felt the aura emanating from the sixteen silver flying swords transformed into a strange sword formation.
After several breaths, the sixteen flying swords each stopped a few feet away from Feng Fan. Dao Hanling waved his hand with one hand, and the silver sword rotated rapidly, and at the same time emitted a sword light, overwhelming Feng Fan.
swept away.
Feng Fan raised one hand, and a golden light rose into the sky, and a golden ring rose rapidly. Under Feng Fan's single finger, the golden ring suddenly emitted thousands of golden lights, covering Feng Fan's surroundings, forming a
A closed defensive light shield. The body of the golden ring ancient treasure stayed three feet above Feng Fan's head, constantly emitting golden light.
"Chichichichi..." Countless voices came out, and countless sword rays cut on the light shield formed by the golden ring ancient treasure. Although the sword rays exuded an aura equivalent to the initial level of monks in the late Dacheng period, the golden
The light mask also emits the power of a monk of this level, so the two forces are evenly matched.
Dao Hanling took out countless pieces of ultra-order crystal jade, quickly absorbed the true essence from them, and then kept pointing at the sword formation quickly, and the sword formation launched uninterrupted fierce attacks.
Feng Fan, who was under the golden ring, continued to inject his true energy into the golden ring. The ancient treasure continued to emit golden light under the control of Feng Fan's true essence and divine consciousness, so that the golden light mask that kept vibrating under the sword light continued to vibrate.
Repair and solidify.
Although the real energy consumed by Feng Fan can be continuously replenished through crystal jade, the spiritual consciousness consumed by Feng Fan has not been replenished at all since the last competition. Dao Hanling knew that it would be difficult to win if he used a strong attack in a short period of time. After all,
The strength that the opponent can exert is half a level higher than his own. So at this time, Dao Hanling activated the sixteen flying swords, set up a sword array and launched a rapid attack on Feng Fan, in order to consume Feng Fan's true energy as quickly as possible, thus
In the end, it was defeated without a fight.
After a stick of incense, Feng Fan felt that his spiritual consciousness was consumed a lot and had already seen Dao Hanling's plan. A sneer appeared on his lips. He turned his hand over and a spiritual pill appeared in his hand. Feng Fan swallowed the spiritual pill.
Convinced, his momentum skyrocketed, and the loss of his spiritual consciousness was completely restored.
"Shen-tonifying pill!" Dao Hanling swept Feng Fan with his spiritual consciousness and immediately understood what kind of elixir Feng Fan had swallowed, so he exclaimed in surprise. The situation at this time followed Feng Fan as he swallowed a god-tonifying pill.
Dan immediately reversed.
Originally, if the current situation continued, Dao Hanling would first exhaust Feng Fan's spiritual consciousness and win. After all, Feng Fan had consumed a huge amount of spiritual consciousness after experiencing the last competition. In addition, in this competition, Dao Hanling
Han Ling attacks Feng Fan with great power, so if Feng Fan doesn't swallow a replenishing pill to replenish it, his consciousness will be exhausted first.
But Feng Fan swallowed a spirit-replenishing pill to replenish all the lost consciousness, and Dao Hanling immediately fell into an unfavorable situation. If he continued this attack, Dao Hanling's consciousness would precede Feng Fan.
exhausted.
Thinking that he would definitely be defeated if he continued, Dao Hanling pointed at the sword array with a gloomy face. Sixteen flying swords suddenly gathered around Feng Fan. Dao Hanling pinched a spell at the gathered flying swords, and then secretly said
After reciting a spell, the sixteen flying swords completely condensed together and turned into a huge flying sword. Dao Hanling waved his hand with one hand, and the giant sword soared into the air.