Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

Chapter 1676 Secret advice! (2 more)
"Hmph, Murong Bai, I underestimated you before!"

A gleam of coldness flashed in Wang Gan's eyes, he was no longer eager to decide the victory with Murong Bai, and used his own artistic conception of wind to walk on the ring.

Although Murong Bai's sword is fast, it cannot beat the wind.

"Hmph, when my Nine Nether Wind Death Formation is formed, you will be defeated!"

Wang Gan sneered in his heart. He was indeed confused by Ling Feng before. In this battle, he didn't need to fight against Murong Bai's solitaire sword intent at all. With his own speed, he could easily win.

As Wang Qian kept ignoring some weird inscriptions around the arena, the entire arena was filled with a sinister wind and ghostly voices, filling Murong Bai's heart.

Wang Qian's body contains the power of the ancient witches and gods, and what he is best at is actually forming formations. Once the Nine Nether Wind Death Formation is formed, even a strong man like Li Yanluo from the Yunluo Holy Land will not be able to escape easily, let alone A little Murong became white.

A desolate wild temple, the sound of Devil May Cry, makes people shudder!

At the same time, Wang Qian's whole body merged into a cloud of gloomy black wind, Murong Bai's eyelids twitched slightly, and a sense of danger surged into his heart.

"Murong Bai, you are doomed!"

Wang Gan let out a loud roar, the black wind around him corroded everything, how could it be twice as powerful as the previous dark wind?
Wherever the black wind passed by, Murong Bai's sword light was completely wiped out!
The Nine Nether Wind Death Formation is already halfway formed!

"Damn it, it really doesn't work..."

Murong Bai firmly grasped the hilt of his sword. Ever since he watched Shi Haoxuan's battle of divine will between those top powerhouses a few days ago, he felt that his pride these years was simply a joke.

Perhaps, my own talent is really not good, it is too far from those real geniuses.

"We still lost..."

Murong Bai sighed softly, raised his right hand, ready to admit defeat.

However, at this moment, there was a shout from the audience, the sound was not loud, but it exploded in Murong Bai's mind like thunder on the ground.

"Senior Brother Murong, what is selfishness? What is selfishness?"

Murong Bai was slightly taken aback, and turned his head to look at the audience. Everyone was nervously staring at the competition on the stage. It seemed that he was the only one who heard the voice.

"Murong Bai, what are you still looking around for? You are really just a waste!"

Wang Qian let out a grinning grin, at this moment, Murong Bai's defeat is already set!

However, he didn't know that Murong Bai had a sudden epiphany because of the mysterious man's words.

He is a person with extraordinary talents, otherwise he would not be able to secure the position of the third young emperor of Dongling Immortal Pond.

Now, she is suddenly enlightened, sweeping away the gloom in her heart, thinking that I am invincible, I am the only one, and in an instant, she is more than ten times stronger.

"I understand!"

In Murong's white eyes, a wave of invincible belief surged again, and he was secretly grateful in his heart, the words of that mysterious person were tantamount to enlightenment.

What's more, his perception of the way of the sword, which has been stagnant for many years, has undergone earth-shaking changes again.

"what happened?"

On the opposite side, Wang Gan's eyelids twitched slightly, and suddenly, he felt that Murong Bai in front of him had become a little different.

The flaw that existed in the heart of the sword was suddenly healed, and even a brand new power burst out.

"The Sovereign Dragon Slaying Sword!"

Roar--

With a dragon chant, it breaks through the sky and the sky, rolling like a torrent of thunder, reaching the top of the sky!
A long sword, with thousands of twists and turns, is full of breath, and the dragon's chant is endless, shaking the heavens above!
Every time the long sword is flipped, the dragon chant comes to the world, shocking the world, and I am the only one!

clang! ——

Murong Bai clearly did not walk with the sword, but Wang Qian's expression changed in shock, and he hurriedly stopped.

In the black wind, the hidden ghost uttered a shrill scream, as if it had been killed by an invisible sword energy!

All of a sudden, in the black wind, ghosts were crying and wolves were howling, and there was chaos!
crackling—

Even more strange, a section of black wind suddenly dissipated into nothingness, revealing a piece of Wang Gan's body!
"How is it possible! How is it possible! How is it possible!..."

Surprised and angry, Wang Gan roared, he was about to defeat Murong Bai, but Murong Bai's strength suddenly increased several times.

Weird, this is too weird!

"Nothing is impossible!"

Murong Bai walked forward with his sword, every time he got closer, the evil wind around Wang Qian dissipated.

It seems that there is an unfathomable power in that billowing dragon chant!
"Ruzi can be taught."

In the audience, Ling Feng nodded secretly, this Murong Bai is indeed a bit talented, and he deserves to give advice to him at the most critical moment just now.

His simple sentence actually conveyed his own understanding of the way of the sword into his mind, which really consumed a lot of his mental strength.

Although he didn't have a good impression of Murong Bai, compared to Wang Qian, he was more willing to help Murong Bai.

What's more, he didn't do anything, he just reminded Murong Bai that whether Murong Bai can achieve epiphany depends on his own understanding.

Facts have proved that this Murong Bai's understanding is not bad.

From Murong Bai, he also learned some things, which are quite beneficial for improving his own understanding of the way of the sword.

"Damn it, I'm not reconciled!"

Wang Gan fought back angrily, frantically mobilizing the power of the dark wind to erode the world, as if to completely corrupt Murong Bai.

However, after receiving Ling Feng's guidance, Murong Bai's sword heart and sword skills have reached another level.

With the meaning of being the only one, he penetrates the sword moves, every move and every style, has the power of being invincible.

After three moves, Wang Gan vomited blood and retreated again and again!

boom! ——

With the last strike, Wang Gan was defeated and defeated, his eyes full of unwillingness!
However, if you lose, you lose!

In the arena chosen by the setting sun, there is only one eternal truth.

The winner is king!
In this battle, the winner is Murong Bai!

Although it was not easy for Murong Bai to win, all his cards were exposed, the consumption was huge, and his breath was vain.

But he won in the end!

Behind Murong Bai, the Dragon of Destiny emerged, but unfortunately, Wang Qian's Dragon of Destiny had been evacuated, and Murong Bai's Dragon of Destiny circled around Wang Qian, but found nothing, and returned angrily.

"After Wang Qian died, even the dragon of luck couldn't condense?"

Murong Bai's eyelids twitched slightly, and he glanced at Wang Gan in disbelief.

The next moment, Murong Bai's whole body flashed with a gloomy light, and he was teleported off the ring. However, a storm surged in his heart. He knew very well that if it wasn't for that mysterious voice, he would have already lost.

Looking at the area of ​​the No. [-] ring, the only person who can transmit the voice of his spiritual consciousness is Ling Feng...

"Junior Brother Ling..."

Murong Bai returned to his seat, looked up at Ling Feng, his eyes were full of shock and doubt.

"Congratulations to Senior Brother Murong for defeating Wang Gan."

Ling Feng smiled faintly, like an ancient well with no waves.

"Just now..." Murong Bai gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and saluted Ling Feng, "Just now, thank you very much."

"You're welcome."

Ling Feng shrugged and smiled lightly.

"Sure enough..." Murong Bai swallowed hard, and finally confirmed that the person who reminded him just now was Ling Feng.

Reminiscent of Wang Gan taking the initiative to admit defeat to Ling Feng, and the power of luck in his body was also sucked dry...

Could it be that……

"Junior Brother Ling, Wang Qian was defeated by you before?"

Murong Bai asked in a deep voice.

"About it."

Ling Feng raised his hand and touched the bridge of his nose. Wang Gan was not in his eyes. To him, defeating a Wang Gan was of no importance at all.

"I understand."

Murong Bai took a deep breath, bowed to Ling Feng again, "Junior Brother Ling, thank you very much!"

(PS: The third update is at night.)
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