Fairy, would you like to discuss the truth with me?

Chapter 85 Fighting

This kind of sword intention is quite novel, but it's a pity that the spiritual power is empty, and the understanding of the sword intention is not deep enough... Feeling the cold sword energy coming from him, Su Xuan thought secretly in his heart.

He has very good eyesight. Although he is a little surprised by the subtlety of this sword, but if the power of truth is...

Su Xuan had seen how powerful Concubine Leng Qing was when she used Qiushui Sword Intention, and all the heavy rain turned into sword energy... But compared to the Qiushui Sword Intent that day, Ye Feng's Cold Bone Sword Intent was a bit unsatisfactory.

It is not a problem with the Cold Bone Sword Intent, but because Ye Feng himself failed to fully comprehend the Cold Bone Sword Intent. It is more like that this Sword Intent was forcibly realized after being infused with foreign objects, plus his own cultivation level was insubstantial... …

Su Xuan breathed out lightly and ran the "Thunder Ancient Soul Lamp" to dispel the paralysis caused by the freezing cold. Then he waved his sleeves and two Nine Tribulations Thunder Talismans quickly moved forward.

The eighteen pseudo-tribulation thunders quickly collided with the sword energy, and after less than a breath of time, twelve of the pseudo-tribulation thunders dissipated together with the sword energy, and the remaining six continued to attack forward.

The aim of the Nine Tribulation Thunder Talisman was indeed poor. Only four of the six tribulation thunders finally shot towards Ye Feng.

But even so, Ye Feng's expression still changed drastically.

He didn't even have time to think about why Su Xuan's cultivation had improved so much in a short period of time. He just mobilized his spiritual power and formed a frost-colored round shield in front of him, trying to block the four thunderbolts coming towards him. .

The next moment, the round shield shattered, and Ye Feng suddenly slid back a few steps, covering his chest with his hands, and blood flowing down the corners of his mouth.

He had just blocked four tribulation thunders, but the force generated by the collision between the tribulation thunders and the buckler was enough for him to drink a pot.

How is it possible, how could he have such a good talisman... Ye Feng was shocked and subconsciously said: "You violated the rules and used foreign objects in a life-and-death fight!"

"Treasures, talismans, elixirs, and techniques are part of the fighting method. When did the sect have a rule that no foreign objects should be used in the fighting method?" Su Xuan sneered and said sarcastically: "Not to mention your bone-cold sword intent. Isn’t it also possible to realize it through external objects?”

The conversation between the two of them also reached the ears of the surrounding monks, causing a lot of discussion.

"It's only been one round, can't Ye Feng survive? I gave him 300 spirit stones as a deposit. I want my money back! No, I want my spirit stones back."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Ye Feng pinched a few soft persimmons a while ago, but this time he finally failed."

"But it does seem a bit unfair. How can Ye Feng's trump card be compared with the real one? Isn't this just using power to overwhelm others?"

"Which great sage said that he could suppress others with force? He suggested that the Buddha in Bodhi Temple should be raised up so that you can sit on it and take it."

"I'll meet Jie Xiu outside another day. I hope you can tell them not to use your power to overwhelm others..."

……

"Shameless!" Ye Feng gritted his teeth and said with a hint of despair in his heart.

He originally thought that today he could crush Su Xuan like thunder and regain the dignity he had lost in the past in front of everyone.

Although it is indeed the power of thunder now, the roles seem to have been reversed...

‘He is just a foundation-building monk. These talismans should be the trump cards left by the Master of the Three Jue Peaks to save his life. There should be no more. Next is my chance. ’ Ye Feng bit his lip, forced his spiritual power to calm the surging blood in his body, and then stepped forward.

A layer of frost armor appeared on his body, and the long sword that was originally black with purple light was no different from the sharp cone on the iceberg.

Endless chill spewed out from every pore in his body, sweeping across the entire arena.

Not only Leita, but also the monks watching around, those with lower cultivation levels have begun to frost their bodies at this moment, and those with slightly higher cultivation levels are also turning blue, and their spiritual power is not flowing smoothly, and their whole people are more or less affected. Influence.

Among the disciples, only Concubine Leng Qing did not show any abnormality. Whenever there was a chill approaching her, it would be quickly dispelled by the Qiushui Sword Intent on her body. For a time, against the background of other disciples, she gave people the feeling of standing out from the crowd, like a spotless and charming fairy.

The elder who was responsible for guarding the ring sighed quietly when he saw how miserable the disciples were. Then he pressed down hard with his palms, and his pure spiritual power instantly dispelled the chill that spread outside the ring.

Only then did all the disciples come to their senses.

"No, Ye Feng also has a trump card? He didn't show it when he played against other true disciples a few times before."

"Tsk, it seems that he has benefited a lot from being at Cold Bone Peak. So many people have been punished at Cold Bone Peak. How come he is the only one who has received the inheritance? It doesn't make sense."

"Okay, it's a comeback. This spell is so powerful. I don't believe that Su Xuan can win. I really made the right bet on the thousand spirit stones."

In the crowd, a tall monk slapped his thigh suddenly and spoke in an encouraging tone.

He had bet on Ye Feng several times in the past few days and lost a lot of spirit stones. Today he decided to give it a final try and bet all the remaining spirit stones in his storage bag.

But this time, he was betting on Ye Feng to win.

Having just seen Ye Feng being forced into such a desperate situation by two talismans, he was extremely anxious, fearing that he would lose so completely after finally being brave.

As a result, there are now signs of a comeback.

This spell is so powerful, even if Su Xuan is the real one, it is unlikely to survive... Just as the man was thinking this, he suddenly felt a chill down his back, as if he was targeted by a huge murderous intention.

"Who is it?" He quickly turned around, only to see that no one was looking at him, not even a few people around him.

Most people were forced back by the cold and powerful aura of the beautiful female nun behind him.

Is it my imagination... The man scratched his head, thinking that he was too sensitive just now, and sighed in his heart that Senior Sister Leng is so beautiful, and walked forward unconsciously.

He was also a little afraid of the cold aura of Senior Sister Leng...

And he didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that the moment he looked at Senior Sister Leng, the other person's eyes were as cold as the thousands of years of snow on the fairy mountain.

……

As he ran forward, the chill on Ye Feng's sword became heavier and heavier, making it difficult to imagine how effective this sword would be after it was struck.

But the look of pain on his face became more and more clear, and his facial features became more distorted, as if he was undergoing a brutal punishment.

"Break it for me." He shouted angrily and slashed out with his sword.

At this moment, time seemed to have stopped, and everyone onlookers remained silent, quietly waiting for the result of the sword.

"I thought it was so powerful, but it turned out to be this." Su Xuan broke the silence.

His tone was rather teasing, and the expression on his face seemed to speak of boredom.

Then, a green long sword emerged from the soul sheath.

(End of this chapter)