World Wide Martial Art

Sikong Changsheng looked a little pale. Situ Reading 520 official website

He was closest to Ye Feng and could best appreciate the power of Ye Feng's killing sword intent.

"Guardian Formation, rise!"

In an instant, Sikong Changsheng also shouted loudly. The nine soul-locking nails that were originally hanging in front of Ye Feng were immediately inspired and flew back to Sikong Changsheng to form a defensive formation.

This protective formation is not a real formation, but a defensive method that imitates the formation.

The "Nine Star Soul Locking Nail" can be used not only to attack and kill enemies, but also to form a defensive formation to protect its master.

When attacking the opponent, it is extremely powerful, and when defending, it is as solid as a rock, like a copper wall.

Just when Sikong Changsheng's protective formation was formed, a brilliant sword light also formed fiercely in the sky.

Almost at the same moment, outside the main courtyard, many people in Wangfeng Xiongcheng saw the light of the sword in the sky.

It was like a bright sun rising over the main courtyard, or like some kind of extremely bright fireworks suddenly exploding in the sky. In the entire main courtyard, everyone could only see a flash of light.

The bright sword light in the sky disappeared immediately.

Afterwards, everything returned to calm.

The light of the sword disappeared, the chilling aura on Ye Feng's body also disappeared, and even the terrifying power diffused from the short iron rod in his hand disappeared.

Everything came and disappeared quickly, like a dream.

The people watching in the audience looked at Ye Feng on the stage in surprise.

Someone recovered from the shock and muttered disdainfully: "That's it?"

"The thunder is loud and the raindrops are light. Is this what he did with his knife?"

only……

This man was only halfway through what he said, and he couldn't finish the rest.

Because everyone saw that Sikong Changsheng, who was standing on the stage, had blood starting to flow from the corner of his mouth.

The "Nine-Star Soul Chasing Nail" was still floating quietly in front of Sikong Changsheng, forming a defensive formation, and did not move even half a minute, but... Sikong Changsheng was injured.

How is this done?

On and off the stage, everyone had more questions in their minds.

No one knows what just happened.

"puff……"

Sikong Changsheng suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a stream of blood mist. The "Nine-Star Soul Chasing Nails" also fell to the ground as if they had lost the blessing of their master's energy.

"I lost."

"Your sword... is indeed very strong."

After saying these words, Sikong Changsheng's body softened and he fell to the ground.

No one in the audience could see how Ye Feng struck out the sword. Only Sikong Changsheng knew what happened.

Just because Ye Feng's knife was so fast that it couldn't be caught with the naked eye.

When the bright light above the sky flashed, Sikong Changsheng's body had been slashed by the sword.

One stab, seriously injured.

Ye Feng's body softened, and his figure was also swaying a little, and his steps were frivolous.

The Supreme Sword Secret was so powerful that he could only barely use the first sword. After forcefully using the second sword, he himself suffered considerable damage.

Fortunately, Ye Feng's physical body was extraordinary, and after using the "riot" secret method, although the energy in his body was almost drained, the foundation of his cultivation was not damaged after all.

"Boy, how dare you hurt my disciple!"

Qian Zhong shouted loudly, his eyes were blood red, and he rushed towards Ye Feng with a single stride.

The figure was still in mid-air. He raised his palm high and was about to shoot Ye Feng head-on.

"Qian Zhong, what are you doing?"

When Li Jiutian saw this situation, he immediately shouted loudly.

Qian Zhong suddenly reacted and paused before rushing towards Ye Feng. Just now, he was angry that Ye Feng had hurt Sikong Changsheng. He was resentful and almost did something stupid.

"This... Dean Li, I was confused for a moment."

Ye Feng defeated Sikong Changsheng and was ranked first in this swordsmanship competition. He was directly promoted to the inner sect of Xuanyi Sect and became a noble inner sect disciple. This was not something he, an outer sect elder, could kill randomly.

and……

Ye Feng was from Jiange Courtyard, and in front of the dean of Jiange Courtyard, he actually...

Thinking of this, Qian Zhong couldn't help but break into a cold sweat.

If he had just rushed onto the ring, I'm afraid Li Jiutian and Xuexian Su would have taken action immediately.

"This kendo competition is over. Now the dean announces that the first winner of this competition is--Ye Feng!"

Li Jiutian stood up and appeared in the center of the ring in a flash.

No one in the audience dared to express dissatisfaction.

Because Ye Feng's strength has been recognized by most people, the stunning sword strike just now is still imprinted in everyone's hearts.

"in addition……"

As Li Jiutian spoke, he suddenly turned to look at Sikong Changsheng, who was lying on the other side of the ring, and said: "Although Sikong Changsheng is second, he is extremely talented, and staying in the outer sect is already a dereliction of talent. We, Xuan Yizong, have always been Rewards and punishments are clear, and true geniuses will never be treated unfairly. I declare that Sikong Changsheng will be allowed to practice in the outer gate for one year, and after one year, he will be granted permission to enter the inner gate. "

As soon as she said this, the audience immediately burst into applause.

Everyone could see just now that Sikong Changsheng's strength was not much different from Ye Feng's. Although Ye Feng won the first place in the end, in the final analysis, it was Sikong Changsheng who gave Ye Feng the chance. Otherwise, Ye Feng would not have had the chance to make the final blow.

Of course everyone is happy with this result.

"Li Jiutian is indeed capable and experienced in her actions. She promoted Sikong Changsheng in such an unusual way. She can not only calm everyone's dissatisfaction, but also take the opportunity to win over people's hearts for Xuan Yizong. She kills two birds with one stone. It is indeed wonderful. Xuan Yizong has people like her in the future. It will definitely rise." Someone thought to himself.

Qian Zhong stepped forward and hugged Sikong Changsheng, and left quickly.

After Xuexiang Su put away Qian Zhong's star lock, he also stepped forward to help Ye Feng up and took him back to the other courtyard.

At this point, the Kendo Conference has come to an end.

Qian Zhong suffered huge losses in this kendo competition. He lost two treasures, Feiyun Steel and Star Lock. However, Xuexianshi Su smiled broadly. The smile on his face still did not fade away until he returned to the courtyard.

"Xiao Feng, this time you have really gained face for Master. Master is very happy, very happy, haha... From now on, I don't think people from other courtyards will dare to look down on our Jiange."

Scholar Su put Ye Feng on the bed, patted Ye Feng on the shoulder and said.

Ye Feng was not seriously injured and only needed to rest for a few days.

Seeing the master smiling so happily, he knew without thinking that Xuexianshi Su must have received some benefit, and asked: "Master, if you have any good things, please take them out. Don't hide them."

Xuexianshi Su's eyes couldn't help but stare, and finally he took out the star lock he had won from Qian Zhong, handed it to Ye Feng and said, "This star lock is a heaven-level defensive weapon, which can deliver a fatal blow to a powerful person in the holy realm." ”

"I have no use for holding this thing, so I'll give it to you."

Xuexiang Su won two treasures from the Qian Zhong, and all the credit was attributed to Ye Feng. If he did not give Ye Feng some benefits, Xuexian Su felt that he was being treated badly.

What's more, Ye Feng's current cultivation level is still low, so it is more appropriate to hand over the Star Lock to Ye Feng than to keep it on himself.