Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique

"How's it going? Are you okay?"

High in the sky, the referee looked at Ye Xiu, frowned slightly, flew down to the Tianhe Arena, raised his hand and patted Ye Xiu's shoulder.

The next moment, a bone-chilling chill swept through Ye Xiu's body, causing a layer of hoarfrost to form on half of the referee's body.

The referee's eyelids twitched and he quickly retracted his palm. With an extremely solemn look on his face, he looked deeply at Ye Xiu.

"Cough cough cough..."

Ye Xiu coughed violently and looked apologetic towards the referee, "I'm fine, it's an old problem. I'm sorry, senior, I..."

The referee raised his hand to indicate that Ye Xiu did not need to explain, and then said loudly: "The winner of this battle is Ye Xiu!"

As the referee's words fell, the whole place was boiling.

"Zhu Wushuang was defeated!"

"And it turns out to be an instant kill with one punch!"

"Oh my god, the dark horse really made a counterattack!"

"The three favorites to win the championship, actually... actually..."

Such a result was unbelievable to the audience present, especially the geniuses of the Red Flame God Clan, who were as dejected as eggplants beaten by frost.

The Red Flame God Clan's hope of winning the championship was completely extinguished.

But no matter what, victory is victory and defeat is defeat.

Although Zhu Wushuang was hit by this blow and almost half of his bones were broken, he did not show too much disappointment.

For a fighting maniac like him, winning or losing is not important. What is important is fighting against a real master.

This battle is already enough for him.

The referee took a deep look at Ye Xiu and asked him to leave the ring. The next match would continue.

"The next battle is with Ling Feng..."

The referee's voice sounded, and everyone suddenly became excited again.

Ling Feng is undoubtedly a dark horse born in this Tianhe martial arts performance.

Moreover, it is also the only glimmer of hope left in the Temple of the Witch God.

"Qingyu!"

Ling Feng's opponent was not the seeded champions like Wu Xuan or Huang Yu, but the genius from the Thousand Feathers Clan, Qing Yu.

This Qingyu is certainly not as strong as Huang Yu, but being able to persist to this point has proven that he is strong enough.

As the referee finished speaking, two figures flew onto the ring.

"Please enlighten me!"

Qingyu is a middle-aged man who looks very tall, with a pair of huge cyan wings on his back.

I saw the wings on his back fluttering, and the blue feathers condensed into a blue feather sword, floating from behind.

For a moment, there was a burst of green light, and the entire arena was enveloped in a green light.

"This is the secret technique of the Thousand Feathers God Clan, the Feather Blade!"

"Finally we saw it!"

There was a lot of discussion in the audience. This feather blade secret technique is the secret of the Thousand Feathers God Clan, and few of the younger generation can master it.

And this Qingyu is obviously one of them.

"You are a formidable opponent, so I will go all out!"

Qingyu's eyes were fixed on Ling Feng, looking very serious. Around the feather blade behind him, there were tiny feathers that resembled flying feather needles, floating around the feather blade.

"bring it on."

Ling Feng nodded, and with a flick of his hand, all directions were destroyed, and an invisible aura suddenly swept across.

"Be careful!"

Qingyu roared, and the feather blade behind him spun at high speed. At the same time, thousands of feather needles shot out as the feather blade rotated.

The mighty feather needles around the feather blade seemed to turn into a sword dragon with a length of more than ten feet, swooping towards Ling Feng.

After all, those who have made it all the way to the top fifteen are indeed very powerful.

Compared with Ling Feng's previous opponents, he was indeed much stronger.

It's a pity that for Ling Feng, it's not enough!

Zheng!

A crisp sword cry sounded, and Ling Feng slashed out with his sword. He didn't even use his sword skills. He just combined the two techniques of force shock and force penetration and slashed with his backhand sword.

In an instant, thousands of feather needles scattered, and the giant feather blade behind Qing Yu was also instantly scattered.

A violent shock force penetrated his whole body. Qingyu felt an unstoppable force explode in his chest, and then he spurted out a mouthful of blood and was directly knocked away.

One sword, complete defeat!

Ling Feng's face was expressionless. As his strength improved, the many changes in the rules of power he learned in the Valley of the Evil were, to a certain extent, actually more useful than witchcraft.

Of course, these two forces may have advantages and disadvantages.

The changes in the strength rules are more suitable for single combat in close combat.

As for witchcraft, it has a wide attack range and a large strike area. Overall, its destructive power is actually better.

"Winner, Ling Feng!"

Compared to the previous one, this one ended faster, and people began to realize that maybe Ling Feng, the dark horse, could counterattack those past legends like Ye Xiu.

Next, Wu Xuan and Huang Yu easily defeated their opponents.

Although there are indeed many dark horses in this year's Tianhe martial arts performance, Wu Xuan and Huang Yu are strong enough and will not fall over so easily.

Soon, fifteen was promoted to eight, and except for one person who had a bye, only the last game was left.

"Zhu Yan of the Red Flame God Clan, fighting against the Jidao God Clan, witchcraft!"

As the referee read out the names of the two players, the audience was filled with excitement again.

"Zhu Yan versus Wu Xing, there is no suspense in this battle!"

"That's right. Wu Xing is the second seed player of the Jidao God Clan, just below Prince Wu Xuan. And Zhu Yan, among the contestants of the Crimson Flame God Clan, can only be regarded as a mid-level player."

"It's strange to say that this Zhu Yan is obviously only a middle-level disciple, but he can fight all the way to this point. It's not easy."

"I'm lucky. I haven't encountered any strong opponents before."

"I've watched all of his matches, and each time he won by a slight margin, just a few points. It's nothing compared to witchcraft."

"..."

Before the game even started, people were generally not optimistic about Zhu Yan.

Of course, except Ling Feng.

From the first time he met Zhu Yan in Tianxialou, Ling Feng had already noticed that this person's strength was not simple.

At least, far above Zhu Rong.

The more he observed his game, Ling Feng even came up with the idea that this Zhu Rong might be the top seed of the Red Flame God Clan.

His strength is even higher than Zhu Wushuang.

"Humph, it turns out he's just a young boy."

Wu Xing looked at Zhu Yan with contempt.

He is the second seed of the Jidao God Clan. Although he was suppressed by Wu Xuan, the second seed is still the second seed after all.

Zhu Yan, on the other hand, is just an unknown junior.

When he became famous for his witchcraft, this Zhu Yan was probably still wearing crotchless pants.

"Boy, if you don't want to lose badly, just admit defeat."

Wu Xing crossed his arms, obviously not caring so much about this opponent.

In his opinion, his luck was simply too good. He simply got the top lottery and was able to securely enter the top eight.

Zhu Yan shook his head and said slowly: "You will know who loses and who wins, right?"