Soul Emperor Martial God

"I admit defeat." Wan Zuorang said quickly.

High in the air, the referee fell and said solemnly, "Sword Sect Tianjiao, you can take the sword."

Xiao Yi nodded, retracted the sword, glanced at Wan Zuorang, and said in doubt, "It's simply."

Wan Zuorang smiled evilly, "Since I lose to you, there is no need to fight to the death."

"Anyway, with my strength, enough to advance, why smash with you."

Xiao Yi nodded, retracted the sword, flashed back, and returned to the spectator stand.

"In this game, Jianzong Tianjiao, Xiao Yisheng." The referee announced loudly.

Next, there are two Tianjiao playing.

It was Qin Feiyang who played.

And his opponent is the prince of Tianfeng Kingdom, with unfeeling style.

The home team of Tianfeng Kingdom is the royal team, and Feng Jueqing is the leader.

Yes, this person is a Tianjiao who is as famous as Jin Bupo and Bing Wujiang.

On the spectator stand.

"Xiao Yi, do you think this kid Qin Feiyang is sure to win?" Lin Jin asked.

He has limited strength and lack of vision.

"Yes." Xiao Yi nodded affirmatively, and said, "but not big, only a trace."

"Oh?" Lin Jin, Liu Yanran and others were puzzled.

Xiao Yi said solemnly, "Flying martial arts souls are generally not good at fighting."

"But his Purple Wing Carved Martial Spirit controls an extremely sharp wind."

"So I said he has a chance."

Xiao Yi paused and said, "The reason why the opportunity is not big is because this style is too unfeeling."

In the last round, Xiao Yi was not surprised that Lin Jin, Liu Yanran, Ling Yu, Zhong Wuyou and Bai Bingxue failed to enter the top 16.

Because, in the top 16, all of them have more than one force in the extreme realm.

And Lin Jin's five people, at best, could not reach the peak of Tianyuan.

Now, for Qin Feiyang and Tie Niu, can they make it into the quarterfinals.

In fact, Xiao Yi is also not very optimistic.

Among these 16 people, there are quite a few guys, all of whom are quite good.

Feng Jueqing is one of them.

Among the 16 people, in addition to Xiao Yi himself, Feng Jueqing's strength can definitely rank in the top three.

"Qin Feiyang's cultivation base is only in Tianyuan Ninth Layer." Xiao Yi said.

"And the unfeeling cultivation base, in half a step, the gap between the two is not small."

The so-called half-step earth is full of gas springs and small worlds.

In terms of martial arts power absorption, it has reached 9 points, one point difference can reach 10%, truly stepping into the extreme realm of the earth.

The martial arts power controlled by Banji Jiji was slightly more than that of Tianyuan Peak.

But these promises are enough to form a big gap in strength.

Of course, although it is only one point away, it is not easy to absorb this point.

The prerequisite for absorbing martial arts power is that the small world barrier is strong enough, that is, how much the so-called Yuanli fills the small world.

And the most important point is the understanding of martial arts knowledge.

Your own level of martial arts knowledge must be controlled by this silk martial arts power before it can be absorbed.

Martial arts, the farther behind, the more profound and difficult to comprehend.

In history, almost most Tianjiao have been trapped for many years in this last trace of martial arts power.

Even after decades of comprehension, he finally crossed this hurdle.

Of course, there are also many people who need more time, or even can't overcome it.

Closer to home.

The battle has already begun on the lower stage.

Qin Feiyang's speed and body style are very fast.

A flash, instantly opened the distance from Feng Feng.

Feng Jueqing did not move, just watched coldly.

After Qin Feiyang stepped back several hundred meters, he stopped, and the wind and unfeelings moved instantly.

Just a breath time.

Feng Jueqing had appeared in front of Qin Feiyang, with a sword in his hand.

Snorted.

Qin Feiyang's arm has been pierced.

At the top of the spectator stand, many fighters suddenly shrank their pupils.

Even Xiao Yi frowned, "A powerful sword, fast, accurate, and ruthless, without flaws."

"This person is a combination of the wind and the kendo."

Kendo is already fierce and unstoppable.

Supplemented by the swiftness, intangibility, and sharpness of the wind, it is just like a tiger.

Moreover, one of the winds that this person walks is definitely not an ordinary wind, but one of the top-level winds.

Which one it is, Xiao Yi temporarily doesn't know, nor can he tell.

At least so far, the style is unfeeling, and the strength is not exhausted.

There was a swish in the competition platform below.

Qin Feiyang instantly transformed a purple-winged carving martial spirit.

A burst of lavender light, dazzling.

Just as he was about to fly from Yukong, a sharp sword penetrated his other arm.

Snorted.

It was another arm, and blood rushed out.

"I have scrapped both wings, can you still fly?" Feng said coldly.

As soon as the voice fell, the wind disappeared in place.

When he appeared again, he had turned into a phantom.

Countless phantoms leaped around Qin Feiyang.

Chi Chi Chi Chi...

The continuous sword intent stabbed Qin Feiyang.

But within a second, Qin Feiyang's body had been pierced in many places, covered in blood.

In the next second, the phantom stopped.

Feng Jueqing put away his sword, and looked at Qin Feiyang indifferently, "Give up, you are not my opponent."

"You..." Qin Feiyang looked ugly for a while.

He was so suppressed that he was defeated without even using many methods.

The sword of unfeeling style, too fast.

He knew that if Feng Jueqing wanted to kill him just now, he wouldn't even be able to say the word "give up" and he would be pierced everywhere in his body.

"I admit defeat." Qin Feiyang said.

The referee of the Demon Hunting Hall came down and announced in a loud voice, "This battle, the winner, the Kingdom of Tianfeng, is unfeeling."

Qin Feiyang's figure flashed and left the competition stage.

The wind was unfeeling, and turned and left.

However, before leaving the field, his cold gaze was straight to the spectator stand.

Staring at Xiao Yi.

In his eyes, it was full of fighting spirit.

At the top of the spectator stand, the eight commanders in the seat.

"Emperor Feng, if I remember correctly, a few years ago, you thought of accepting this unfeeling style as a direct disciple." Ye Di said lightly.

"Yes." Fengdi nodded and said, "This son is very talented."

"Unfortunately, although he walks in the wind, he also walks in the kendo."

"I don't practice kendo, so he didn't enter my door in the end."

On the other side, Qin Feiyang returned to the spectator stand with a gray face.

Xiao Yi smiled and said, "Don't be discouraged, you are better than him in martial arts."

"You only entered the Snow Wing Sculpture Holy Land a few years ago, and it was only then that you were discovered to be the unique Purple Wing Carving Martial Spirit.

"Feng Jueqing, but he has been cultivated in Tianfeng Kingdom since he was a child."

"It's normal for you to be inferior to him in terms of cultivation base, combat level, and means."

"But in time, it's not certain whether you two are strong or weak."

Qin Feiyang nodded, slightly regaining his vibe.

On the competition stage, the two went off, and the new Tianjiao came on.

Time gradually passed, and battles ended.

The names, which were already loud, were uttered loudly by the referee, resounding over the competition stage.

"This battle, the victor, the great prince of the Wild Kingdom, Tuobaao."

"This battle, the victor, the Thousand Eye Sect of the Thousand Miao Kingdom, Lin Qinger."

"This battle, the victor, the prince of the Chiyan Kingdom, Huangfuya."

"..."

"Eight battles, there is one remaining." Xiao Yi's gaze looked at the iron cow on the side.

Yes, the last battle belongs to Iron Bull.

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