Ninth Demon Lord

Chapter 315
With 2000 people in the second group, a thousand battles began.

Because there are no people from Tianshu City, everyone can relax a little bit.

Everyone began to search around without realizing it, they were looking for those big shots in Tianshu City.Xun Hanchuan, Yang Xuan, Han Zhongmou, Han Gongzhi, Peng Xu, and Xiang Peinian came to see them yesterday.According to what they mean, they will come to watch the battle in person, but the second round is almost over, why haven't they appeared yet?
Maybe it was because the battle was too fierce, or maybe it was because of other reasons. In short, except for Feng Ting, everyone else hoped to see these big figures appear here.

Feng Ting said calmly: "They should be watching us not far away."

Hong Ben said dissatisfiedly: "You need them at this time, they should come to you."

Feng Ting said calmly: "They can't fight for us when they come to us, what's the use?"

"At least it can make you feel confident." Hong Ben said.

"We are very confident now," Feng Ting said.

"Are you sure you'll always win?"

"No."

"Since you can't, what do you have?"

"I'm confident because I'm not afraid." Feng Ting said as he watched the battle on the field.

"I know you're not afraid, but what about them?" Hong Ben was straightforward, of course he was referring to Qiu Tan and Yan Beigu, and now they were the only two left to continue fighting against Feng Ting.

"They're definitely not afraid." Feng Ting looked back at Hong Ben.

Hong Ben also knew that what he said was too straightforward. Although he didn't like spiritual practitioners in his heart, after so many days, everyone was not considered friends, but also acquaintances.

Half an hour later, the thousand battles were all over.

Seeing the wounded being carried away and the victor covered in blood, everyone in Tianshu City became even more uneasy.

The end of the second round means that the third round is about to begin.

Everyone in the square withdrew, and He Jinpeng announced the start of the third round.

Both sides of the battle have also been assigned.

Feng Ting, Yan Beigu, and Qiu Tan stepped onto the battlefield, and their opponents also stood in front of them.

Feng Ting couldn't help frowning as he looked at the tall and dark Qi Cangzong disciple in front of him.This guy turned out to be a middle-level Zifu, and it could be seen that his combat power was absolutely tyrannical.

The disciple looked at Feng Ting and said domineeringly: "I really didn't expect you to be able to win two rounds in a row."

"I'm about to go through three rounds in a row." Feng Ting said calmly.

"Dream." The tall disciple said and shot.

"call."

That huge fist, carrying a vigorous aura, smashed towards him like a wind and thunder.

Feng Ting didn't hit him head-on, he dodged the punch as soon as he withdrew.

"call."

Unexpectedly, the spiritual power in that fist suddenly became stronger, it turned into a heavy hammer and hit it again.This kind of attack is incomparably coherent.

If Feng Ting continued to dodge, he would definitely fall into a passive position.Facing a middle-level Zifu, it would not be a good thing to be passive.With a wave of his fist, he punched out with one word.

"Bang bang bang..."

The ninth weight of Yizi Bengquan, the aura turned into nine powerful forces, wanting to touch this disciple's fist.

Feng Ting's body was shaken away, and that disciple's body was also blocked. His feet were already sunk in the mud, which made him extremely shocked.Although he still took advantage of this punch, he also felt the strong pressure of Feng Ting.

"brush."

Although Feng Ting used the ninth heavy fist of Yizi Bengquan, he is now a beginner of the punishment master, and his control over spiritual energy is much stronger. He can still suppress the vigorous spiritual energy in the meridians, and continuously use the ten-phase strength. The second item is Sap.

"call--."

A long stick of spiritual power was pulled out, with astonishing power, as if it wanted to cut off the space.

The disciple's feet were deep in the mud, and the stick came too fast again.He could only raise his palms, and the spiritual power burst into his palms to resist the stick.

"boom."

The spiritual energy stick was drawn on the disciple's palms, and the collision of the nihilistic spiritual energy and the real spiritual power was a collision of great disparity between strength and weakness.But at this moment, it erupted with equal power.

The disciple flew backwards, and Feng Ting's body also flew backwards.

After all, this disciple is a middle-level Zifu. He is in the air, but he has already started to attack.Facing a martial arts disciple, he had to solve it as soon as possible, otherwise he would lose face.

"brush."

A spear of spiritual power flew out, heading straight for Feng Ting.

Although Feng Ting was in the air, his body was as nimble as a bird's. With a light push with both palms, he hit the spiritual spear, and his body used his strength to withdraw to the side, avoiding such an attack.

This disciple had already stabilized his figure, and as soon as his feet stood still, he flew up and rushed straight towards Feng Ting.Spreading out both fists, they smashed towards Feng Ting like a thunderbolt.

Feng Ting had been prepared for a long time, and with a wave of his palm, two spirit energy rushed out, took advantage of the situation and flew up, dodging again.

The two of them met each other several times, no matter their movements or strength, they were almost equal in drumming.Because Feng Ting couldn't attack with all his strength continuously, he would counterattack passively most of the time.Even so, he did not lose the wind at all.

In this way, the two fought in one place.

However, after a long time, Feng Ting will definitely suffer, because he cannot attack with all his strength continuously.And this disciple is obviously a person with a very strong cultivation base, every attack is very safe, and he can almost push Feng Ting back.

Around, another 900-plus pairs were fighting at the same time.

Those who made it to the third round were stronger, so the battle was even more fierce.

Inadvertently, Feng Ting saw more than a dozen people standing in the forest in the distance, watching the battle.Among them were Yang Xuan, Xun Hanchuan, Han Zhongmou, Han Gongzhi, Peng Xu, Xiang Peinian and others.In addition, there were several middle-aged people in green shirts accompanying them. These people should be the strong men of Qi Cangzong.

Because these people are located at the back of the forest, a little far from the central square, so I noticed that there should not be too many of them.

Although these big shots finally came to watch the battle, Feng Ting didn't feel happy at all, but felt that it would add trouble.

"Snapped."

Without paying attention, Feng Ting's shoulder was hit by the opponent's spiritual hammer, and his body flew backwards.

Seeing that the disciple had succeeded, without hesitation, he unleashed three spiritual long swords with all his strength, and pierced Feng Ting's chest.

Feng Ting was in the air and was hit hard again. The speed of this disciple was extremely fast, so it seemed that Feng Ting couldn't dodge it.

In fact, Feng Ting did not dodge all of them, and one of the spiritual power swords pierced into his right chest.A blood hole appeared, and blood flew in the air.

Once the disciple succeeded, he didn't delay any longer, and flew towards Feng Ting with all his strength, and released the long sword of spiritual power again, piercing Feng Ting's chest and eyebrows.

"Scrub."

The blood on Feng Ting's body was flying, and his movements were obviously a little slow.He just managed to dodge a long sword of spiritual power that pierced his eyebrows, and the long sword of spiritual power that pierced his heart left a hole in his heart again.

The body flew backwards, blood flowers flying in the air.

This disciple still didn't intend to stop attacking, he would only stop if he disabled Feng Ting.He rushed forward quickly, and released two spiritual long swords again, heading straight for Feng Ting's right leg and left shoulder.

Because of the two blood holes in his heart, Feng Ting's movements were already sluggish.But when the two long swords arrived, he avoided them as quickly as possible.And released a spear of spiritual power, which is the third phase spear of ten phase strength.

The spiritual spear is eight feet long, although it is illusory and invisible, its power is still astonishing.He was too close to this disciple, and this disciple thought that his attack would definitely cripple Feng Ting.

Therefore, this disciple was unable to dodge at all, let alone block it.

"brush."

The spiritual spear pierced the disciple's heart, although the invisible spear seemed not as powerful as the spiritual spear.But it also left a blood hole in the disciple's chest, and this acupuncture point just blocked his meridian, which led to poor transmission of spiritual power, and he couldn't fight back at the fastest speed.

But at this time, Feng Ting made another move, and a hammer of spiritual power blasted out.The heavy hammer of the first phase of ten-phase strength hit the disciple's head.

"boom."

The disciple was blown away, and his tall body formed a straight line and flew upside down.

Feng Ting was worried that this disciple would fight back again, so he followed him like a shadow, and pulled out a long stick, hitting the disciple's head.

"Snapped."

This time, the disciple was literally knocked out completely.

"thump."

The disciple's body fell to the ground, his face was bloodless, his eyes were closed tightly, and he was already like a dead person.

This change surprised a referee who had been watching. He didn't want to see such a result, but one was already unconscious, and the other was still standing despite being seriously injured. The outcome was too obvious.

"Feng Ting wins and enters the next round."

The referee had to announce.

As the chief judge of the Yuntai Conference, He Jinpeng was suspended in the distant sky. Of course he saw this scene, and his eyes showed shock.

Feng Ting passed another level, which was the result he didn't want to see.However, he firmly believed that the farther Feng Ting traveled, the more he would be injured in the end.At this moment, the two blood holes in Feng Ting's chest were obvious, and it would not be possible to heal them overnight.

Feng Ting also saw that He Jinpeng was looking at him, so he glanced casually at He Jinpeng, and then returned to the woods where everyone in Tianshu City was.

"Good job." Hong Ben praised, every time Feng Ting defeated the spiritual cultivator, he would feel extremely comfortable.

Li Yue asked worriedly, "Brother Feng, are your injuries okay?"

"The bleeding has stopped, it's fine." Feng Ting replied.

In fact, everyone is really not too worried about Feng Ting's injury. Feng Ting's current injury is not as serious as yesterday's injury in the formation competition.

However, everyone was very worried about Feng Ting's opponent in the next round.Feng Ting unexpectedly defeated a Zifu middle-ranker, but among the people competing in the square, there seemed to be at least a dozen Zifu middle-rankers and Zifu high-rankers.

Feng Ting is a martial artist after all, can he go on like this forever?
(End of this chapter)