I have a world of cultivating immortals

The veins on Chen Mobai's forehead popped up, and his hands trembled.

He never thought that after the power of this talisman was pushed to the extreme, it would be so difficult to control.

If he hadn't diligently cultivated the "Nurturing Mind and Casting the Divine Technique" during this period of time, and had achieved success in spiritual consciousness, he might have been unable to hold the purple flame sword energy long ago.

But even so, he still felt the jumping and burning purple flames between the fingers of his hands, constantly surging as if with self-awareness, exuding waves of restlessness and rage, trying to get rid of the control of his consciousness.

"It's over, if I go down with my sword, you will definitely lose!"

At this time, Yan Feng also completed his fourth sword.

The "Tianxin Sword Talisman" turned into a five or six-meter-long sky-shattering light at his fingertips, and it slashed at Chen Mobai with the terrifying pressure of stagnant airflow.

"Just right, my Red Flame Three Swords Talisman has also been completed."

Chen Mobai yelled in his heart, he came at the right time, the purple flame between his hands and ten fingers lit up a dazzling and brilliant fire in an instant.

He let go of the restraint on this purple flame sword energy with both hands, and guided and controlled the flame with difficulty with his spiritual sense to aim at Yan Feng's Tianhai sword energy that was slashing towards him.

One purple light, one faint light!

The two sword qi collided under everyone's attention. After a moment of silence, circular shock waves erupted, centered on the ring, and spread in all directions.

Wherever it passed, the rocks of the arena cracked, the air burned, and the gravel was directly crushed to pieces.

In the midst of exclamations, seeing that the hundreds of spectators closest to the ring were about to be affected, figures suddenly fell down, and with a wave of their hands, they formed a huge cube mask that closed all directions.

It was the members of the student union who had been on standby at Danzhu Academy, under the leadership of the student council president whom Chen Mobai was very familiar with, all the aftermath of the collision of the two sword qis was confined to the ring.

But in this way, Chen Mobai and Yan Feng felt uncomfortable.

At this time, both of them felt that they could no longer control the sword energy they emitted, and could only passively supply the spiritual power and essence in their bodies, turning it into a source of power for the rampant leap of sword energy.

Due to Chen Mobai's low level, he could only wait for the result after letting go of the restraint of Ziyan sword energy.

The moment this purple flame sword qi strikes, he can only resign himself to fate.

Because there is no spiritual power in his body, it has been injected into the sword energy before.

But Yan Feng still had half of it left, because he felt that once his "Tianxin Sword Talisman" came out, Tianhai's fourth sword foot could completely defeat Chen Mobai and win the victory.

But the development of things was completely beyond his expectation.

The fourth sword he forcibly launched with the "Tianxin Sword Talisman" was suppressed by Ziyan sword energy in the first place.

Yan Feng couldn't accept it, blushed, and exploded all the remaining spiritual power in his body, increasing the power of his fourth sword.

The power of the "Heavenly Heart Sword Talisman" depends on the user, and it can be upgraded to the third level at most.

Yan Feng is at the ninth level of qi training. Using this precious talisman, he forcibly crossed the great realm to create the foundation-building series of Tianhai sword qi, which is already very rare. Even if he squeezes his dantian dry, he can only Raise it slightly.

However, the addition of half of the spiritual power made the power of the two sword qi begin to balance.

"Damn it, it's only a little short. If I have a little more spiritual power, I can overwhelm this purple fire sword energy."

At this time, Yan Feng began to regret why he had wasted spiritual power to use the flying talisman to come up.

In the end, he could only watch helplessly as the two sword qi collided and exploded, and the aftermath pushed him back continuously.

"No, I have to hold on."

Yan Feng planted his feet on the ground, trying to keep himself on top of the ring.

Opposite him, Chen Mobai was also pale, and was repelled step by step by the aftermath of the sword energy.

The two will see who leaves the ring first.

"I am in the center of the ring, and I have more room to retreat than him. I can win."

Yan Feng's consciousness circulated, he estimated the distance between himself and Chen Mobai, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

However, just when he showed hope, Chen Mobai smiled at him, and then lay down directly. Under this posture, the speed of retreat unexpectedly slowed down.

Yan Feng was taken aback for a moment, but he sneered and followed suit, lying down.

"In the face of victory, I can afford it and let it go."

Thinking silently in his heart, Yan Feng grasped the ring with both hands and feet, and was pushed off the ring step by step by the aftermath of sword energy.

But there was excitement in his eyes, because Chen Mobai must have left the ring before him.

After nearly five minutes, the power of the two sword qis was finally exhausted, and Yan Feng got up with difficulty, wanting to welcome his victory.

But he found that Chen Mobai was not under the ring.

And the audience looked at him with pity.

"What about others?"

Yan Feng turned his head and looked around, no matter whether it was on the ring or off the ring, he didn't see Chen Mobai's figure. He suppressed the thirst in his throat, and asked the referee teacher who came onto the stage in a harsh voice.

"it's here."

The referee teacher walked to a pit in the ring, stretched out his hand and pulled Chen Mobai out of the quicksand.

The latter also had no strength for a long time. After being pulled out, he lay down on the ring, breathing heavily.

"The winner, Chen Mobai!"

After hearing these six words, Yan Feng stayed under the ring.

Looking at his opponent lying on the stage, he felt an emotion called unwillingness for the first time.

Obviously he should have won.

And also used the "Tianxin Sword Talisman" passed down from the ancestors...

Chen Mobai didn't understand his opponent's emotions at all, because joy and satisfaction had already filled his entire chest.

Won!

Sure enough, I, a monk who has been honed from the bloody battle of life and death, participated in this kind of play-by-play fighting style, even if the level is not as good, it is still me who wins in the end.

It was precisely with this belief that Chen Mobai did not lose his mind when facing Yan Feng's "Tianxin Sword Talisman", but calmly searched for all available things to look for the dawn of victory.

He accurately grasped the hole he made with the quicksand talisman.

[If someone interviews me later, I will definitely say that this is a tactical foreshadowing that I arranged in advance, and all of Yan Feng's responses are in my calculations...]

Chen Mobai, who was thinking like this, suddenly felt his body fly up.

He turned his head with difficulty, and found that he was lifted up by Lu Hongsheng and other classmates from the same school, and they celebrated wildly.

[Really, this is just for the finals, but has not yet won the championship. 】

Chen Mobai couldn't help rolling his eyes at the behavior of his classmates celebrating in the semi-finals.

But he has no strength at all, so he can only let them hold it.