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"That…"

"Controlling five flying swords at the same time? How could Chu Yan's spiritual thoughts be so powerful?"

"Such a perverted spiritual thought is comparable to that of a cultivator in the early stages of foundation building!"

…

Everyone in the stands was amazed.

"Junior Brother Qi, could it be that before Chu Changtian died, he left this son a secret method for cultivating spiritual thoughts?"

The anger on Xiang Yunchong's face before was now replaced by shock, and he was a little disbelieving.

"It's very possible. Brother Xiang, you also know that Chu Changtian had many weird tricks back then!"

Qi Tianlie said lightly, but his heart was filled with greed. Since ancient times, there have been very few methods of cultivating spiritual thoughts. Who would think that his spiritual thoughts are too strong? At this time, the murderous intention towards Chu Yan was even stronger.

After Chu Yan's re-cultivation, the power of his spiritual thoughts is comparable to that of some extremely talented Dzogchen practitioners in the Qi training period. In addition, after practicing the supreme secret method of "Qian Nian Yuan Jue", Chu Yan's current spiritual thoughts are enough to compete with Those who practice in the middle of the foundation building period will challenge.

Xiang Feng was already a little sluggish on the stage.

"This, how, how is it possible?"

Xiang Feng's eyes widened with a look of disbelief on his face.

Seeing the five flying swords hovering above Chu Yan's head, at this moment Xiang Feng finally understood what it meant to be a master, and it turned out that Chu Yan really had the arrogance.

"Hmph, but how can your spiritual power be as strong as mine? If it consumes me, it will consume you to death!"

Xiang Feng thought for a while and then shouted loudly. The spiritual energy in his body burned as it was exhausted, and he activated the three silver flying swords to the extreme.

"Is that so?"

Chu Yan smiled faintly, and placed the green light sword at the front. The remaining four golden pin swords were arranged behind him, and they rushed towards the three silver flying swords in a cone shape.

The eight flying swords collided with each other, and the spiritual power radiated out.

Five versus three, Chu Yan naturally had the advantage.

However, Xiang Feng's three flying swords continued to attack like they were on drugs. Although Chu Yan's five flying swords had the upper hand, they were still unable to defeat the three flying swords.

Chu Yan just concentrated on controlling the five flying swords and had no tendency to change his moves. It seemed that he was ready to fight Xiang Feng to the end.

"That Xiang Feng really has a good mind. He wants to fight for spiritual power, and he really has a good idea!"

"Yes, but Chu Yan is really stupid enough to compete with others for spiritual power!"

"Xiang Feng is a cultivator at the peak of the twelfth level of Qi training. His spiritual power is not comparable to Chu Yan, a rookie at the ninth level of Qi training!"

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Some discerning people in the stands have already seen Xiang Feng's intention. In their opinion, Chu Yan is a bit immodest. With so many powerful methods, why should he foolishly compete with others to see who has the strongest spiritual power?

However.

After half a quarter of an hour, everyone's expressions changed somewhat.

Chu Yan was chatting and laughing, showing no signs of fatigue, and was still controlling the five flying swords against Xiang Feng with great ease.

Looking back at Xiang Feng.

At this time, there were sweat beads on his face, and he looked a little tired.

He couldn't endure such unrelenting consumption of spiritual energy for long. He clearly felt that six of the twelve strands of spiritual energy in his dantian had been consumed.

"This guy is definitely holding on! His spiritual power will be exhausted within half a quarter of an hour!"

Xiang Feng stared at Chu Yan and thought to himself.

Half an hour passed. At this moment, everyone's eyes widened, as if they had seen a ghost.

There is still no trace of fatigue on Chu Yan's face, and the five flying swords he controls are becoming more and more flexible.

"this…"

Xiang Feng looked extremely tired at this time, his face had never been pale, he was sweating like rain, and he was shocked and speechless.

At this time, there was only the last ray of spiritual power left in Xiang Feng's Dantian, and more than half of this spiritual power had been consumed.

The spiritual power is about to be exhausted! And when the spiritual power is exhausted, it is also the time of defeat!

Wrong, completely wrong, Xiang Feng realized at this moment that he was extremely stupid. Without such strong spiritual support, how could Chu Yan compete with him for spiritual power.

Is Chu Yan stupid? What a big joke! That’s capital!

"Here, pinch me, I'm not dreaming!"

"How can Chu Yan, who only has nine levels of spiritual power in his Qi training stage, be stronger than Xiang Feng?"

"I've never seen common sense in this guy!"

…

In the stands, everyone was already a little numb to Chu Yan's repeated unfavorable actions.

"Haha, is this how you want to defeat?"

Chu Yan said lightly, and suddenly released his aura. The five flying swords in the air glowed with light, and the three silver flying swords were defeated one after another.

He actually still has so much spiritual power left?

"Dang Dang!"

Suddenly, three silver flying swords fell to the ground, all their light lost.

"Bang!"

The last ray of spiritual power in his dantian dissipated and his spiritual power was exhausted. At this moment, Xiang Feng felt desperate.

Why does Chu Yan have so much remaining spiritual power?

Previously, because Chu Yan controlled five flying swords and relied on the power of multiple swords, the spiritual power Chu Yan used every time was only half of Xiang Feng's to fight against him. In addition, Chu Yan's true strength The spiritual power is comparable to that of a Dzogchen practitioner in the Qi training period.

"I won't lose!"

Xiang Feng's face suddenly became ferocious, and he roared fiercely. At the same time, a blood-colored pill appeared in his hand without knowing when!