Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

Chapter 2591 Small Forbidden Curse! (3 more)
There was silence on the ring for a while, even Yi Tianxing was defeated by Ling Feng, so naturally no one dared to go on stage to give money to Ling Feng.

Finally, Jiang Shanyi thought about it, and raised the Soul Slaying Banner in his hand, and said calmly: "Let me go."

"No, I'll go."

Zhang Haoran stopped Jiang Shanyi, and said calmly: "This kid is a piece of jade in the rough, but he still needs to be hammered."

Jiang Shanyi nodded, he understood what Zhang Haoran meant.

It is customary to "beat" new disciples. Old disciples must let new disciples defeat once, and it is best to defeat them cleanly. It was also dawdling to consume Ling Feng to death.

This way of playing, the knocking effect is not good.

And to be able to defeat Ling Feng like a dead man, Zhang Haoran is probably the only one who can do it in the entire Mingguang Palace.

"Young fellow, recover for a moment first."

Zhang Haoran stood opposite Ling Feng, with a faint smile on his face.

Ling Feng nodded, didn't hold back, took a deep breath, and sat down cross-legged.

The battle with Yi Tianxing cost a lot.

In particular, he said that he would not use other abilities, so he did not even activate the Immortal Golden Body, otherwise, all the injuries on his body would have healed up long ago.

About half an hour later, Ling Feng opened his eyes, stood up, and saluted Zhang Haoran opposite him, "Thank you, brother, I have recovered."

"it is good!"

Zhang Haoran nodded slightly, "Junior brother, my name is Zhang Haoran! Your strength is very strong. Among so many new disciples, I have never seen it in my life. However, you still have a long way to go, so you must not arrogant!"

Zhang Haoran had a serious face, and said lightly, "Junior brother, I only have one move, and this move is called Dazzling Light and Wind and Thunder Extinguisher! Be careful!"

Zhang Haoran's tone was still so gentle and polite, but he made a move without being vague at all.

Buzz!

His gaze was fixed, and his aura suddenly changed, as if a sharp sword had been unsheathed.

Everyone in the audience was shocked.

"Glare of light and wind and thunder? My God, this is an eighth-level witchcraft!"

Yi Tianxing's eyelids twitched wildly, and he exclaimed: "This move was made as soon as we met each other, Brother Zhang seems to regard this kid as a strong enemy!"

"No, it's not just the eighth level!"

Jiang Shanyi on the side smiled mysteriously: "This trick is comparable to a small forbidden curse! Its power is comparable to that of the ninth rank!"

"Fuck, little forbidden curse!"

The corner of Yi Tianxing's mouth couldn't help twitching a few times, "Brother Zhang has spent a lot of money in order to defeat Ling Feng with one move!"

"After all, he is the chief of our Mingguang Palace. If you can't crush the newcomers with an absolute advantage, then there will be no effect of beating."

"makes sense."

Yi Tianxing nodded, "It is also necessary to let that kid know that there is a sky beyond the sky, and there are people beyond people."

But at this time, Ling Feng was in the center of the majestic aura, covered in fierce robes, and felt as if his whole body was about to be torn to pieces.

This Zhang Haoran has actually controlled the spiritual power of light to such an extent.

Small curse?

Ling Feng knew that it was impossible for him to resist this move with only the Divine Light Curse Blade or the Qingye Divine Light Curse.

Then, there is only one way to try it!

Ling Feng took a deep breath, his face became more dignified than ever, and he squeezed a hand formula, and an extremely dazzling holy light burst out all over his body.

"what!"

Among the crowd, Shentu Xuance's complexion suddenly changed, "Isn't this a gesture of bright judgment? Could it be that he..."

Three days!

Three days ago, my father passed this witchcraft to Ling Feng.

Could it be that in just three days, Ling Feng has already learned this witchcraft?

Shentu Xuance's mind was a bit overwhelmed.

Judgment of Light is also an eighth-level witchcraft, and the final Judgment of Light, Wang Jian, is also a small forbidden curse!

Shentu Xuance's conjecture was correct.

The moves Ling Feng used were indeed eighth-level witchcraft, the Judgment of Light!

In three days, for ordinary people, it may not be enough to get started, but for Ling Feng.

The pupil power, which has already been promoted to the golden eye of the emperor, is even better than before.

In the case of condensing the divine pattern of humanity, his understanding has increased tens of millions of times in an instant.

Three days was more than enough for him.

"That boy, bad!"

Around the Guangming Martial Arts Stage, the eyelids of the elders hiding in the dark all twitched wildly.

"These two boys are crazy, they actually cast the little forbidden spell at the same time!"

All the elders of the Mingguang Palace were scared to death. Is this level of collision still a battle between disciples?
A single small forbidden spell, the defensive enchantment can barely resist, double small forbidden spell.

The arena will be ruined by these two guys!
"Organize them!"

An elder was so angry that his beard trembled wildly. Suddenly, more than a dozen figures flew out, all of them were elders from Mingguang Palace.

Rumble!
And as the arena trembled violently, the moves of the two had already been brewed.

"Glare and wind and thunder!"

The intense rays of light condensed into a terrifying hurricane, forming a hurricane of light, and blasted towards Ling Feng in a violent gesture that tore apart everything.

On the other side, around Ling Feng, there seemed to be a God of Light guarding him, who turned into a [-]-foot-tall figure, holding a Judgment Sword.

Impressively, it was the holy light ruling Wang Jian!
The God of Light, General Dharma, held up the king's sword, and suddenly slashed down towards the hurricane.

Seeing that the two big and small forbidden spells were about to collide in one place.

"Stop it all!"

With a roar, a black voice, like a shock of electricity, directly crossed the defensive barrier of the Guangming Martial Arts Platform, and appeared in the critical space where the two forbidden spells were about to collide.

The next moment, I saw this person wave his hand, grab Zhang Haoran's whirlwind of light with his left hand, and smashed Zhang Haoran's whirlwind of light. middle.

Zizizi!
Then, one after another current flowed through him, and he trembled all over, his hair stood on end immediately, his complexion became scorched black, he spit out a puff of black smoke, and cursed, "You two little bastards! , Do you want to tear down this old man's bones?"

Zhang Haoran was taken aback for a moment, and then exclaimed: "Second...Second Palace Master?"

But it turns out that this old man is the second hall master of the Mingguang Palace, and he is also an existence in this Mingguang Palace, under one person and above ten thousand people.

"Hmph, little bastard, do you need a small forbidden spell to beat a newcomer?"

The second hall master glared at Zhang Haoran, and hit Zhang Haoran directly on the top of his head with a chestnut.

Although Zhang Haoran is the chief, he has no face to speak of in front of this old man, he can only droop his head, "I'm sorry for the second palace master, I was too arrogant."

"Humph!"

The second hall master snorted coldly, then turned his gaze to Ling Feng, nodded appreciatively, and said slowly: "Compared to that kid, you have spared some energy, and at the last moment, you withdrew With some strength, the control over the small forbidden spell has reached such a level, very good!"

Ling Feng bowed to the second hall master, and said humbly: "The second hall master is overwhelmed."

"However, this is a competition after all. In terms of the power of the last move, if you really collide, you will still lose."

The master of the second hall said indifferently: "So this competition, the old man wants to judge you to lose, do you have any objections?"

(End of this chapter)