Peerless Glory System

Chapter 88 The Real Battle

"Pull out your sword!" Zhao Gang showed anger, and around him, balls of fire spewed out forcefully.Zhao Gang was like a child of flames, exuding a breath of flames all over his body.

"I didn't expect Senior Brother Zhao to act so quickly. It seems that the pressure this kid put on Senior Brother Zhao is not so great!"

"Since Zhao Gang didn't underestimate the enemy, Ling Feng probably has no hope of winning. After all, the difference in realm between the two sides is too great."

"Hey, I didn't think of making a move like that. This is great, let Zhao Gang succeed. With his contribution this time, I'm afraid he can get enough benefits from the Junzi Pavilion to break through to the Lunquan state gone."

"Unlucky young man, if he can learn one and a half moves from the saint, he may not be Zhao Gang's opponent. It's just that now... it's really a pity."

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The people in the audience spoke out one after another, discussing in low voices.Among these people, except for a small number of people who remained silent, most of them were on Zhao Gang's side, and they didn't think that Ling Feng could go through a few rounds under Zhao Gang's hands.

After all, one is born at the fifth level, and the other is at the ninth level. It seems that anyone who is not a fool can judge which is stronger and which is weaker.Is it really as simple as they think?
boom!
A figure flew high and landed in the crowd.

For a moment, there was no sound.The warriors who had talked so eloquently before now consciously shut their mouths.They all opened their eyes wide, looking in disbelief at the figure that fell to the ground like a dog, and then looked at the figure in black robe on the platform full of surprise and solemnity.

So fast, so fast beyond imagination.What's even more absurd is that it wasn't Ling Feng, who had a low cultivation level, who lost, but Zhao Gang, who had an innate ninth-level cultivation.Just a face-to-face meeting, Zhao Gang ended up miserable.

This is indeed a huge disparity between the enemy and the enemy, but the two sides, the strong and the weak, have to exchange.

Ling Feng straightened his body and stood on the Dao Discussion Stage, with a calm expression on his face, as if he had just done an ordinary thing.

He looked around, with a look of contempt and dominance.

A man in white who was shaking his feather fan closed the fan, jumped up, and landed on the platform as if walking on the ground.

"It turned out to be Yu Guang, Ling Feng is going to be in trouble now."

"No matter what weird tricks he used before, he is nothing more than a clown in front of senior Yu Yi. If you dare to provoke our Junzi Pavilion, then you have to be prepared to pay the price in blood." A member of Junzi Pavilion showed a cold expression, showing nothing Do not hide the volume Road.

The rest of the people beside him became slightly gloomy when they heard the words.However, Junzi Pavilion's dominance has always been like this, but Junzi Pavilion is so powerful that others can only turn a blind eye.

The young man named Xiaoyi looked at the senior brother at the side, and asked with a solemn expression: "Senior brother, this person is such a strong true essence, who is he?" But his strength is enough to overthrow any martial artist with seven or eight levels of innate talent.

But at this moment, from the lufan man, he felt a trembling breath.He only felt it on his senior brother, but now, the lufan man is the second.

"Number 90 on the ranking list, Yu Yi, the innate ninth level realm." His senior brother said solemnly.

"Junzi Pavilion wants a quick battle, and even Yu Yi has been dispatched. Now even if Ling Feng has three heads and six arms, he will still be defeated."

"Who says it's not! There are more than a thousand true students in my Shenfeng Academy, and there are also about a hundred Lunquan Realm martial artist masters. And Yu Yi can enter the ranking list with the Xiantian Realm, which is really too tyrannical."

Ling Feng frowned, and looked at the man in front of him solemnly.The same is the innate ninefold, but this person and Zhao Gang are in the same world.In Ling Feng's view, Zhao Gang is not even qualified to carry this person's shoes.

On this person, he felt a biting chill.This is a formidable rival!This was Ling Feng's first feeling.

"No wonder you dare to provoke my Junzi Pavilion. You really have some skills. If I read correctly, the finger you defeated Zhao Gang already has a taste of sword intent. You should be able to comprehend it with just one kick. Sword intent!" Yu Yi opened and closed the fan, showing his true qualities as a master.

"Zhao Gang, this trash, shouldn't have suffered such a miserable defeat. If he opened up his defense immediately, with the strength of your finger, he would never be able to defeat him. But your luck is also at an end, Zhanshi doesn't like you , he wants me to give you a ride."

While talking and laughing, Yu Yi's eyes turned cold, and he said murderously, "Choose a way to die!"

Ling Feng's face remained unchanged, his sword steps unfolded, and his figure shot out like electricity.

"You talk too much."

One punch!
boom!
Mixed with berserk physical strength and Qinglian Jianyuan, this punch was like thunder and anger, and the air shook.

"Tips for carving insects."

Yu Yi smiled contemptuously, the feather fan in his hand emitted golden light, and blocked in front of him.

In an instant, like the clanging of iron weapons, the torrential real essence flooded out to the surroundings like a tide.

Yu Yi smiled slightly, and as soon as the feather fan was retracted and given away, Ling Feng's power was completely eliminated.Immediately afterwards, his left hand pointed together into a claw, and fell towards Ling Feng's shoulder in a flash.

Under this grasp of the air, strands of sparks appeared in the void.

Ling Feng didn't make a sound, he sent his feet vigorously, and his body quickly receded backward.

"Want to run?" Yu Yi seemed to have anticipated Ling Feng's actions.

He also followed closely behind, like a gust of wind blowing by, and caught up with Ling Feng in an instant.

"Ten Fan Dance!"

He threw out the feather fan in his hand, and the feather fan turned into ten golden wheels in the void, cutting the space at a high speed, making a buzzing sound, and rushing towards Ling Feng.

Ling Feng had no doubt that the feather fan had an extremely terrifying cutting ability. He knew that as long as he was lightly touched by the feather fan, his head might be split off.

As he kept retreating, he used his sword steps again and again. In a short while, Ling Feng had changed dozens of directions.But what he didn't expect was that the feather fan, which turned into ten golden wheels, followed behind him like a gangrene, and was constantly approaching.

"It's useless, don't struggle anymore! If senior Yu Yi's ten-fan dance was so fragile, there wouldn't be so many people defeated by the senior. Ling Feng, just accept death obediently!" A member of Junzi Pavilion Student, said loudly with a flushed face.

The next moment, Ling Feng didn't move, standing on the platform, as if he had given up resistance.

Even below, many people have already closed their eyes, for fear of seeing the bloody scene.

I saw Ling Feng raised his right hand slightly, and slashed out from top to bottom towards the ten golden wheels galloping towards him.

Bang!

Gold and iron clashed, but the scene that everyone expected did not appear.Ling Feng was still standing on the platform, but under his feet, the feather fan was already in tatters.

(End of this chapter)