Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

Chapter 1960 Miss Ben remembers you! (1 more)
"This...is this a win?"

The audience in the audience were dumbfounded. Even though they had already guessed that Qin Zheng's strength was still a bit behind Ling Feng's, it was still hard to accept that he was defeated so lightly.

They are also top ten, so the gap is too big.

For some martial artists who originally wanted to watch a hearty battle, it was nothing more than a little bit of lack of interest.

However, one thing I have to admit, Ling Feng is very strong!

And, very, very strong!

In fact, although Ling Feng is only at the second level of the Destiny Realm, his real strength is comparable to that of a semi-sage. Although this is the Western Sword Region, it is still quite difficult for ordinary geniuses under the age of 50 to reach this level.

Flying back to the player's bench, there were immediately a series of eyes full of fighting intent, looking at him.

Ling Feng shrugged indifferently, except for Chu Chaonan and Xuanyuan Yu, the others were nothing to worry about.

Chu Chaonan smiled faintly, sat down beside Ling Feng, and said with a soft smile, "Brother Ling, your appearance has helped me attract a lot of hatred!"

Ling Feng couldn't help smiling. Indeed, although Chu Chaonan's strength was also quite terrifying, he was a basic set of swordsmanship from beginning to end. Compared with himself, he seemed quite low-key.

Coupled with the fact that everyone's attention was on himself, Chu Chaonan didn't seem to have such a sense of presence.

"It's a mediocrity not to be envied by others." Ling Feng smiled lightly, "I will use my strength to convince them."

Chu Chaonan raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Well said! Haha, speaking of it, you really should go see that old man, maybe you can really piss in a jug!"

"..."

There were a few black lines on Ling Feng's forehead, which made sense, but why did it sound so awkward.

Soon, the first round of two-two confrontation ended, and the referee immediately announced the players of the next match.

"In the next match, Sun Zhengmou will face Dongfang Hao!"

As soon as the referee's voice fell, two figures flew over the ring.

They were also geniuses from the nine major families. After a few polite words between the two, the confrontation began.

Zheng!
Two crisp sword sounds sounded, and then, the two figures collided quickly like lightning.

That Dongfang Hao's swordsmanship has a bit of unfathomable taste, mysterious and mysterious, making it difficult for people to judge his attack trajectory.

Relatively speaking, Sun Zhengmou is better at planning and then making decisions. He can always defuse Dongfang Hao's offensive from a subtle angle and attack Dongfang Hao's loopholes instead.

Not long after, Sun Zhengmou fully grasped the rhythm of the battle and led Dongfang Hao by the nose.

About a hundred moves away, Dongfang Hao showed defeat, although unwilling, he still took the initiative to admit defeat.

"The next battle, Zhuge Wan'er will face Ling Feng!"

At the end of one game, the referee announced the list for the next game.

It was because Yuanjia Road was narrow that Ling Feng and Zhuge Wan'er finally met again in the arena.

Zhuge Wan'er had already been defeated by Ling Feng once, so it stands to reason that she could just admit defeat.

However, this woman was very strong, she leaped onto the ring, a burst of cold air suddenly broke out, Zhuge Wan'er stared at Ling Feng with anger in her eyes, and gritted her teeth: "Stinky boy, you don't want to easily defeat me!"

This time, she learned the lesson from the previous battle with Ling Feng, and instead of taking the initiative to attack, she took a completely defensive stance.

With her control over the Frost Rules, she can definitely last for an hour just by combining the Frost Wall.

At that time, even if you lose, it won't be too ugly.

Ling Feng shook his head and smiled, stepped onto the ring step by step, glanced at Zhuge Wan'er who was opposite, and slowly stretched out a finger.

Zhuge Wan'er was slightly taken aback, "What do you mean?"

"What I mean is obvious." Ling Feng smiled, "Last time it was a move, this time, it's still a move!"

"You are dreaming!"

Zhuge Wan'er was so angry that her body trembled a little, her chest fluctuated for a while, and she stared at Ling Feng bitterly, "If you can beat me down with one move, I will take your last name!"

"I said Miss Wan'er, have you forgotten that you seem to have my surname last time!"

Ling Feng smiled playfully, isn't this the only condition for this woman to bet!

Zhuge Wan'er's pretty face flushed, and she turned into anger from embarrassment. She gritted her teeth and said, "That time is not counted, this time it is serious!"

Ling Feng shook his head and smiled, holding the sword in his right hand and carrying his left hand behind his back. There was a distance of about thirty steps between him and Zhuge Wan'er.

"First move."

Ling Feng waved it lightly, and all directions disappeared, and only heard a "hoo", a breeze blew off the stage, but it seemed to be just a gust of breeze.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this sword has no power.

But immediately after, the second sword was cut out!
For a moment, everyone felt a blur in front of their eyes, and an incomparably thick sword energy slashed out at such a short time.

"not good!"

Zhuge Wan'er's face was terrified, and she quickly gathered a wall of frost to protect her body.

However, the next moment, above Ling Feng's sword light, a burst of raging flames suddenly rose up, and before Ling Feng's raging flames, her thick wall of frost immediately melted and became invisible.

Her Frost Rules were completely annihilated under Ling Feng's terrifying flames!
boom!
In the next moment, a huge force surged, and before Zhuge Wan'er could react, she was knocked off the ring.

The outcome has been divided!
"It seems that two swords were used."

Ling Feng shrugged, looked at Zhuge Wan'er in the audience, and said calmly: "Congratulations, you don't need to change your surname!"

"you!"

Zhuge Wan'er was trembling with anger, even a fool could see that Ling Feng's first sword was simply to release water!

If Ling Feng used the second sword immediately after coming up, it would be impossible for her to block the terrible flame.

Zhuge Wan'er clenched her fist tightly, she knew that she had no reason to be angry, but she just felt that there was nowhere to vent her anger!

"Brat, Miss Ben remembers you!"

Zhuge Wan'er gave Ling Feng a vicious look, then turned around and walked back to the contestants' bench.

Under the stage, everyone in the audience was dumbfounded. How strong is this Ling Feng!

"That kid, it seems that he has revealed another ability."

On the high platform, Xuanyuan Longteng squinted his eyes, and he was quite curious about the flames that Lingfeng cast just now.

In the Western Sword Region, most of the warriors major in the Dao of the Sword, and the use of various attributes and energy is just an aid to swordsmanship.

What they are good at is using attribute rules and integrating them into swordsmanship, so to a certain extent, they seldom delve into the development of attribute power itself.

Of course, this is only a matter of focus, there is no absolute strength or weakness.

But Ling Feng's action today opened the eyes of these bigwigs from the nine major families.

(End of this chapter)