The two battles ended instantly, shocking everyone present. The combat power of Yue Chaoqun and Feng Feiyang was so amazing. Within the same realm, they saw the huge gap. Everyone in the pylorus no longer doubted Xunfan's identity as a sect. Only the sect has such perverted strength. But in the same shock, a sense of humiliation arose.
Hualun was also confused. They arranged five people with artistic conception to fight. Originally, Hua Changchun arranged a battle with Xunfan, but Yue Chaoqun's terrifying strength made Hua Changchun, who was arrogant and arrogant, unable to help but go on stage to call Xunfan, but was undoubtedly defeated by Feng Feiyang. The first person with artistic conception was defeated so much, and no one else would escape to the good fruit. The pylorus sitting on the observation stage was shocked, but also felt a burning face. Could it be that the pylorus would lose this face in front of all the disciples today?
Xunfan looked at Warren with a smile, and things were going according to his expectations. This was the effect that shocked them. Let himself confirm his identity as a sect, which would be of great benefit to the next actions.
After a silent silence, a person stood up on the stage. At least the person who could sit on the stage was from the divine realm. This person came to Hualun and bowed to salute.
"Master of the Sect, the major sect is indeed not comparable to my small sect. I am willing to come to the scene and discuss with all the geniuses. I hope the Sect Master will agree."
"Yingmuwa, this is not good. Xunfan and his friends are all in artistic state, you are in the divine foundation. It's inappropriate to do this." Hualun showed a embarrassed expression, but the corners of his eyes were looking at Xunfan.
"Master, you have also seen the strength of the sect. I am just a divine foundation realm, and I am afraid I can't even get on the table in the eyes of Mr. Xun." Yingmu turned his head to look at Xunfan and said, "Mr. Xun is in the pyloric deacon Yingmu. Today I was fortunate to see the super combat power of your sect. I couldn't help but admire him. I wanted to feel the style of the sect, and I hope the sect will give you a gift." As he said that, he bowed and bowed.
Xunfan could not understand his intention and hope that he would agree with a low attitude so that he could get some face for himself.
"Yingmu, retreat. How can we suppress people with our realm?" Warren said with anger, but he didn't even look at Yingmu, but just stared at Xunfan.
He was playing a double act again, Xunfan smiled slightly.
"Why do you have to say it so tactfully? Isn't it just a competition between warriors? This is nothing. Our sects have always had such a tradition to challenge the high level with a low level. If you say it's time to play, Deacon Ying should not be too modest." Xunfan said casually, and he didn't care about the other party's realm at all.
"This, is this OK?" Warren became even more embarrassed.
"Why do you have to be so embarrassed by the sect leader? Let's talk. Is victory or defeat that important?" Xunfan said in a pun, implying that they were too concerned about winning or losing. Before Hualun could speak, Xunfan said lightly: "Jingfeng, aren't you always going to challenge the divine realm? You didn't get such an opportunity at home. Today, you happened to have a fight with Deacon Ying and satisfy your wish." Xunfan's words still sounded casual, but they were arrogant. This arrogance should be the temperament that the sect should have.
"Yes, uncle of the junior teacher." Lin Jingfeng agreed. As Yingmu reached out to make a request, regardless of Yingmu's reaction, he went straight to the stage and held the Han Xue Sword in his hand. He knew that today's battle was the biggest test he had since practiced, and he had never fought with a person in the divine realm. And when Leng Wushuang was feeding him, he was just perfunctory.
Today's battle is a great responsibility. If he can defeat Yingmu or be unbeaten, it will be greatly beneficial to their actions to obtain Yuan Jing.
Hualun and everyone were stunned. Unexpectedly, Xunfan agreed so easily. Although they were powerful, the two games just now were just competitions between the same realm. The gap between large and small sects should be there, but now it is a competition between different realms. The gap between the divine realm and artistic realm is not ordinary. They all looked at Xunfan blankly, and even the challenger Yingmu did not react for a while.
There are indeed people who can compete in the God of War, and have also heard that people with artistic conception can kill people with the God of War. But that is only heard that they have never seen them. Today, this group of people who are suspected to be large sects have accepted this unfair battle. But judging from their attitude, they are not worried at all.
"Haha, since my friend is so open-minded, Yingmu, just compete with this friend a few times. Remember not to hurt others." Warren said solemnly. He was finding a way for himself to avoid being said to be bullying the small by the big one.
Yingmu responded and climbed up to the platform.
"Deacon Ying, please give me advice." Lin Jingfeng said slightly coldly.
"Young friend, please." Yingmu was very confident in his heart when facing this slightly cold young man. He didn't know the difference between divine intentions and did not advance to the divine realm. Although he was only a divine foundation realm, it was not comparable to the peak realm of artistic conception. He must have to find some face for the pylorus in this battle. But it cannot be too much, after all, his realm is higher than others, so as not to be able to make the big bully the small.
"Occursed." Lin Jingfeng no longer gave in, and his aura suddenly increased.
He is a golden water practitioner. He is a major in the cold attributes of the water source energy and the sharp golden source energy. It has a sharp edge in the cold air. The cold snow sword is covered with frost. The temperature around it suddenly drops, and a bone-thrusting cold envelopes everyone's hearts.
Lin Jingfeng's cold breath came out, and his opponent Yingmu was also shocked. This slightly cold young man was not an ordinary person, but he also took back some careless thoughts. He must not lose to his opponent, even if the battle was a draw, it would be a failure for him. He could not afford to lose such a face.
"Dancing wildly for thousands of layers of snow"
The sword body was horizontally pushed out. Just like the collapse of snow mountains, layers of heavy snow rushed to Yingmu. This was one of Lin Jingfeng's unique tricks. It used Leng Wushuang's thousand-layer snow to match the wind to create a more spectacular scene and a more confusing scene. The surging snow waves flooded Yingmu, which seemed to swallow him up.
"Hundreds of turns and thousands of times"
Yingmu also used his ultimate move. He never expected that a person with an artistic state could exert such power. Without using a unique move, he would probably be embarrassing today.
Countless palm shadows slapped at the rolling snow tide. Thousands of palm shadows stirred up snow all over the sky, and the power of the person in his divine realm was revealed at this moment. Unlike the power of the source energy, it splashed Lin Jingfeng's majestic snow tide.
It stopped Lin Jingfeng's heavy snow craze, but he was also impressed by Lin Jingfeng. This is definitely not the power that a person with artistic conception should have. When he was competing with Daxue, he felt that he had a determined aura in the snow tide and would never retreat. Even if he fought against the thousands of palm shadows formed by his fighting spirit, he did not mean to retreat at all. This is the power of this technique and the mood of the performer.
The people in the stands were all masters, and they were shocked at first sight. How could it be? It was a situation that was not different. That was a competition of different realms? When was the artistic state so powerful? No one questioned Xunfan's identity anymore. Even the third uncle of the Pyrano clan dispelled his doubts. Only major sects had such strength and combat power that surpassed the realm.
The people on the stage were watching the tricks, while the people watching the game were watching the fun. Not to mention Yingmu was a person in the divine realm, even Lin Jingfeng’s combat strength was not something they could understand. While impressed by Lin Jingfeng’s strength, he also sighed in his heart that the difference between the same state of artistic state and the other person was too big. Not to mention fighting with people in the divine realm, even under the momentum of people in the divine realm, they would tremble all over and could not even mention the idea of fighting. But Lin Jingfeng could fight head-on.
"Snow dances in the sky"
Lin Jingfeng's sword was raised, and the snow tide that was rushing towards Yingmu suddenly flew up, turning into heavy snow all over the sky. The snowflakes were wrapped in a small whirlwind, forming ice and snow pillars, squeezing towards Yingmu in the snow. The scene turned into a fairy tale of ice and snow, with crystal clear snowflakes flying, and the ice and snow pillars squirting over.
"Pushing Wind Palm"
Yingmu pushed out his hands flatly on his chest. His two huge palms rushed forward. The giant ice and snow columns that were squeezed over were shattered and turned into snowflakes and ice chips again. They all shone out, which was very beautiful.
Lin Jingfeng was fighting with all his attention. He finally felt the power of the people in the divine realm. The difference between himself and his opponent also strengthened his confidence in fighting.
"Golden Sword" Lin Jingfeng finally used his most powerful technique. A golden light flashed on the Hanxue Sword, turning into a giant golden sword, stabbing Yingmu.
Yingmu was surprised with the dual attributes. Unexpectedly, this ice and snow man was actually a cultivator of the Golden Source Qi. Looking at the golden sword coming towards him, although the golden sword was very extraordinary, it did not pose much threat to him. He was about to get up and go up. Lin Jingfeng's roar sounded again.
"Arrow Rain", Lin Jingfeng was waiting for such an opportunity. He asked the other party to react, and once the other party decided on the countermeasures, his backhand would attack. With Xunfan's help, the "Golden Sword Arrow Rain" was even more powerful in the past. Not only in terms of density, but also in the angle and speed of the arrow rain flying, as well as the speed, have been greatly improved.
When Yingmu was caught off guard, he suddenly changed. He caught his opponent off guard. It was too late to attack. He didn't want to think too much about it. In this critical moment, if he didn't respond, he would probably turn into a hedgehog under the Rain of Arrow. A giant shield was summoned by him. He blocked it in front of Rain of Arrow, tinging. The dense rain of arrows shot on it, and his body was quickly retreated by Rain of Arrow.
Lin Jingfeng no longer retained it, victory and defeat were here. With the greatest strength, Arrow Rain hit the shield without interruption. Yingmu's figure was also rapidly hit and retreated. When Lin Jingfeng could not maintain Arrow Rain's state, Yingmu's figure had already left the high platform range.