This Swordsman is Too Steady

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But Li Feng was not prepared to consume Xue Hanfeng like this.

He did have the confidence to complete the close body before Xue Hanfeng could break through his law.

But now he is facing the same dilemma as Xue Hanfeng before-he needs to win the battle as quickly as possible and save spiritual energy to meet the next challenge.

War of attrition is what he is most taboo against.

So, taking advantage of the distance a little closer, Li Feng glared like a King Kong, and opened his mouth toward Xue Hanfeng and let out a dull growl.

The two-headed lion shrouded in his body was an action with him, opening his mouth together and making a long roar.

The roar of the lion moves the mountains and rivers, and the sound waves are tangible and qualitative, and the golden yellow ripples spread out from circle to circle, like a big wave, overwhelming the sky, shaking the world roaring, so that the souls of the contacts will come out.

This is a primordial attack!

Even more terrifying, this is a huge small canyon world. With this kind of terrain, the cliffs on both sides are echo walls. The sound waves will only reverberate instead of overflow, which is equivalent to adding 30% of the power out of thin air.

Xue Hanfeng's vigilance arose, and a layer of frost quietly appeared on his soul.

How could a monk with combat power like him have no primordial defense means?

wave!

The sound wave invaded the soul of Xuehanfeng and hit the layer of frost.

As if the stormy waves hit the shore, after a few breaths, the sound of ice cracking echoed in his mind.

Under the continuous sound wave impact, that layer of frost turned directly into powder!

Then, the deafening roar of the lion invaded his soul, causing him to appear briefly at a loss.

This is the secret technique of Faxiang cultivated by Li Feng, a real lion roar technique, specializing in the soul.

He knew well that Xuehanfeng had three battles in a row, and his spiritual consciousness would inevitably be in shortfall, so he prescribed the right medicine, and the effect was quite effective.

During the time when Xue Hanfeng lost his senses, Li Feng moved forward again, and when he was still hundreds of feet away from Xuehan Peak, he already chopped his long sword.

Huh huh!

There was a pike appeared at the blade, an extremely powerful lethality spread out from it.

This training then suddenly broke away from the long knife in Li Feng's hand, tearing the air, and pouring madly towards Xue Hanfeng, like a long river.

A long river composed of knives.

A wisp of knife gang swept across Xue Hanfeng's face, and instantly a blood stain was brought on.

There are hundreds of thousands of swords in the river behind.

It's terrifying.

Just as Xue Hanfeng was about to be submerged by the Long Daogang River, a spiritual light flashed, erasing all the Daogang.

Afterwards, the aura that wiped away the knife gang did not dissipate, but turned around, divided into two sections, enveloped Xue Hanfeng and Li Feng, and took them away together.

The two appeared outside Shan Haizhu.

"Zhongtianyu wins in the fifteenth battle." Qingmei Wang stood in front of the two and announced lightly.

There is already only one person left in the Eastern Region.

A little regret flashed in Xue Hanfeng's eyes.

If it wasn't for being in the small canyon world that was most suitable for sonic attacks, if it wasn't for the previous three battles that consumed too much of his consciousness, he wouldn't be so easily caught.

But he didn't say much.

If you lose, you lose, and no amount of reason is meaningful.

He walked back to the Eastern Region's team, walked to the only remaining Sword Sect monk in the Eastern Region who had not been eliminated, and only said one sentence, "Just do your best."

Xixiang also nodded, and said quietly, "Just do your best."

The failure of this competition was not a problem of the abilities of the disciples, and he did not want his disciples to bear too heavy a psychological burden.

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Like the previous Xue Hanfeng, Li Feng is hurrying to recover.

Two hours flickered, and when Li Feng opened his eyes, it meant that the sixteenth battle was already on the verge.

The sword repairman of the last Sword Sect raised his head and stood out slowly.

Even if Jianzong was out, he had to stand up and out.

In this last battle, they are still ready to take the initiative to challenge, even if they know they will lose.

On the face of Xixiang, there are not too many negative emotions such as frustration and anger.

By now, he was really calm, not pretending to be a gesture.

Under this six-domain targeting situation, Jianzong has done well enough, and even dragged Zhongtian Domain into the water.

It’s just that I’m still a bit unwilling, alas...

The Jianzong disciple stepped forward firmly, Xixiang's heart was full of thoughts. Suddenly, the messaging sword talisman he hung around his waist moved, subconsciously, he subconsciously penetrated into it.

Immediately, the old sword repairman of the Sword Sect seemed to have received some unexpected news, and his face suddenly changed.

Xixiang quickly stopped the disciple who was about to initiate a challenge, "Wait a minute."

The last Sword Sect disciple turned his head and looked at Xixiang with a confused expression, not knowing what his master uncle meant.

"What's the situation?" The cultivators who were originally gloating or filled with outrage noticed the changes on the field, and they were also puzzled. "Could it be that the Sword Sect was instigated?"

"Our Eastern Territory cultivator won't persuade you!" The Eastern Territory cultivator immediately retorted dissatisfiedly.

"Then why..."

"Lu Qingshan in the Eastern Territory, challenging the Zhongtian Territory."

At this moment, a loud voice happened to come from a distance, interrupting the discussion of the monks watching the battle.

At the same time, a sword light flashed from outside the Yangxin Platform, straight into the Yangxin Platform, and fell in front of the Eastern Region cultivator team.

Under the gaze of countless eyes, the sword light slowly dissipated, and finally turned into a young figure.

It was a man with a haggard face, but an unusually handsome appearance.

The male cultivator who rushed into Yangxintai seemed to have a kind of magical power, which caused the monks who had just started to turmoil to converge a lot, and even the many Huangbang monks in Yangxintai also kept their eyes straight. Straightly lock that figure.

Maybe someone didn't know this male cultivator, but after hearing his words when he entered the arena, he immediately reflected his identity.

The third place on the Yellow List is Lu Qingshan, the "Jianjue".

There are many rumors about him.

Born in grassroots, the Seven Domains of Taoism became famous in one fell swoop, winning the first prize with Jin Danxiu.

Entering the Sword Sect, he will appear in the eyes of the world again a year later, he is already a monk Yuan Ying, and then the Three Swords defeated the "Bi Lang Sword" and first made the yellow list.

The next rising trend is even more irresistible, and in another half a year, in the Heavenly Sin Martial Hall, under the eyes of everyone, he defeated the late Lianxu monk Luo Qi head-on, so as to get to the third place on the Yellow List.

Some people say that in another ten years, the number one in the Yellow List will inevitably be on him, and some people are jealous of him. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com asserts that he lacks stamina to condense Dao seeds...

Lu Qingshan is undoubtedly the most popular Nascent Soul monk for nearly a hundred years. Although he has disappeared for two years recently, his heat will not fade so easily in a short while.

In short, some people may disagree with Lu Qingshan, but how many monks can there be who have never heard of this name?

His arrival attracted the attention of all the monks present, and even made them forget why Lu Qingshan came at this time.

Lu Qingshan, who was long overdue, raised his eyes slightly and glanced at Li Feng not far away, then turned around and looked at the ten monks who represented the Eastern Region in the dojo competition, as well as the somewhat complicated Greek expressions. Elephant.

A trace of apology flashed in his eyes that had not completely dissipated.

"Next, leave it to me."

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