Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

Chapter 932 Unyielding fighting spirit! (4 more)
"Xuanyuan Po with the sword of Qingcheng, the heavens are jealous of the common people and cut off their souls!"

Amid countless gazes, Xuanyuan Pozhen let out a roar, and his figure suddenly shot out, twirling crazily, driving the billowing evil energy soaring into the sky. Smash the void and break mountains and rivers.

This sword, impressively carried the artistic conception of the three strokes of [Qingcheng], [Heavenly Jealousy], and [Broken Soul] at the same time, like the falling of the galaxy, the collapse of the sky and the earth.

Rumble!
Xuanyuan Pozhen's body whipped up violent whirlwinds in the mid-air, and the golden sword lights danced like thousands of long whips, carrying a monstrous evil aura, reversing the air flow, dispersing the wind, and sweeping towards Ling Feng overwhelmingly go.

"Good come!"

Ling Feng roared wildly all day, urging Ling Tian's sword power to the extreme, the ten directions in his hand danced wildly, and the sword rose up to the sky, frantically facing Xuanyuan Pozhen's soul-breaking slash.

Boom boom boom!
The berserk sword energy filled almost every corner of the sword fighting arena, and the stellar energy barrier around the sword fighting arena also showed cracks like spider webs again.

The sound of the long sword waving, the sound of the strong wind, the sound of the blades intersecting, the sound of the muscle piercing, and the sound of blood rushing continuously came from the sword fighting ring, like a symphony like a storm.

Ling Feng's body was continuously pierced by Xuanyuan Pozhen's soul-breaking sword, leaving behind a series of hideous bloody mouths, and he couldn't even stand still completely, so he couldn't retreat steadily due to the impact.

However, Ling Feng's eyes kept flickering with this light. Even though his body was hit by the rain of sword energy and his blood was rushing, he didn't even frown at all. Instead, he grinned and waved the long sword continuously. Shock out.

(PS: Three moves are not equal to three swords. Each move is a coherent routine, and it is only one move after it is played.)
war!war!war!
Under the sword fighting arena, the sound of shouting and cheering had completely disappeared, and everyone was dumbfounded watching the extremely tragic battle on the stage.

The splattered blood, like red lotuses in full bloom, scalded their eyes.

What is unyielding!What is fighting spirit!
At this moment, it seemed that something was burning in their hearts, and the blood in their chests was also boiling at this moment!
On the arena, Xuanyuan Pozhen's violent sword rain from "Juetian Three Forms" was far from over. The fierce sword energy shot down, and the wounds on Ling Feng's body continued to increase.

A trace of respect also flashed in Xuanyuan Po's eyes, but he would not show mercy because of this, this was an insult to Ling Feng, and an insult to his dignity as a swordsman.

On the opposite side, Ling Feng was in the storm of sword rain, his robes were already torn to pieces, and there were large and small wounds all over his body, bleeding out, but under the terrifying recovery power of the Bahuang Physical Training Technique, he quickly recovered. Scabs, at first glance, are full of hideous and terrifying scars, shocking.

"Oh my god, there are at least a hundred wounds on Ling Feng's body! Do you want to keep going?"

"The wound under the left rib pierced the body directly! It's terrible!"

"This is a real man! A real warrior!"

In the contestant's bench, Gu Tengfeng tightly clenched his fists. This battle was too tragic. Could it be that he still couldn't defeat the undefeated legend of the Royal Sword Team?
Xue Xiaolin even turned her head away, and couldn't bear to watch the scene on the stage.

Lin Xian'er, Qin Wanwan, Ouyang Jing, Wang Yishan, Liu Yunfei...

Everyone stopped shouting and stared at the stage. If this situation continues, Ling Feng may really die on the sword fighting stage!
In the camp of the Sword Team of the Middle School, everyone also frowned deeply, even Ling Feng fell into such a desperate situation.

The Tianfeng Sword Team is completely hopeless!
Especially Yue Yunlan, who tightly clenched her pink fist, and didn't even realize that her nails had pierced her palms. In her heart, she no longer dared to hope for any miracles, and could only pray that Ling Feng could walk out of the ring alive.

"Grandpa! What to do, what to do now?"

Deng Yongshi was excited because of Ling Feng's Hundred Meridians before, but who would have imagined that Xuanyuan Pozhen's last move would be so terrifying, it could suppress Ling Feng's extremely terrifying aura of Hundred Meridians forcibly .

"This kid..."

Old General Deng narrowed his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "If he doesn't give up, the match won't be over. Hey, he's still too young, even if he's given another half a year, he can definitely defeat this Xuanyuan Po Formation head-on! But now, hey... the hope is slim!"

Among the crowd, Yan Cangtian's heart was also suspended, Ling Feng even opened the hundredth pulse door, unexpectedly the strength of Xuanyuan Pozhen was so terrifying.

"Ling Feng, have you really reached your limit?"

Yan Cangtian stared at Ling Feng's back, no matter whether he lost or won, he didn't want Ling Feng to pay the price of his life for this match.

……

On the sword fighting arena.

Ling Feng danced wildly with long hair, heroic and unparalleled, and tore off the broken robe stuck to his body with his backhand. With his upper body bare, his muscular streamlined muscles revealed an unparalleled visual impact in the afterglow of the setting sun, and those big and small The scars added a sense of shock.

Despite the baptism of the sword rain, Ling Feng stood proudly and kept waving the long sword. There was a faint glint of light in his eyes. During the confrontation with Xuanyuan Pozhen, he seemed to have caught something vaguely. There was a hint of understanding in his mind, which became more and more clear. .

However, the wounds on his body were getting more and more deep, which was shocking.

"Patience! Hold on! You must trust him!" Miyagi restrained Mu Qianxue again, and said in a deep voice, "Junior Sister Mu, your role is the most important. Now, we must trust Ling Feng!"

Miyagi clenched his fists tightly, hating his own powerlessness and not being able to fight side by side with Ling Feng and the others.

But he must be the calmest of all, only in this way can he see a chance of victory.

"Big brother!"

"Ling Feng!"

Seeing Ling Feng's miserable state, Jiang Xiaofan and Li Bufan couldn't help shouting, but soon, their opponents attacked again.

"Hahaha, if you still care about others, die to me!"

The figure of Dugu Lang approached like lightning, and Jiang Xiaofan who lost his sword was like a tiger whose teeth had been pulled out, and could only be slaughtered.

Similarly, Li Bufan also began to seem powerless in the face of Yan Jinghong, who was getting more and more fierce in the Vietnam War.

After all, Fenglei's left arm was too heavy for him.

"Jie Jie Jie..."

The expression on Yan Jinghong's face has become extremely distorted, like a ferocious ghost, "What about a monster, what about a genius, he is the one who is going to die here today!"

Countless frost storms came, Li Bufan could only barely dodge at the speed of Tianlei's bursting steps, his eyes fixed on Yan Jinghong, and a flash of determination flashed in his eyes: I can no longer rely on others to open the situation We must fight with our backs!
(End of this chapter)