The Ninth Rebirth Demon King

"Swish, swish."

The two irregular flying long blades flew past Feng Ting, but he suddenly felt Spiritual Strength s behind him attacking. He frowned as he flew forward, his body almost touching the ground.

Cha cha-cha.

Behind him, the two Spiritual Strength s slashed the ground, causing a rock to rise.

So it was the two Spiritual Strength s that flew over just now that had actually turned back and launched their second attack. This made Feng Ting even more surprised. This Tu Chen was too strong when it came to control power s of Spiritual Strength.

Feng Ting himself never thought that Tu Chen would actually surprise him.

Tu Chen also never thought that Feng Ting would actually be this powerful. In that continuous attacks just now, he had practically used his full strength, yet he was still unable to injure Feng Ting.

"You have some skill." Tu Chen's eyes were filled with the bloodthirsty killing intent of an executioner.

"You have some skills, but I don't know if you have any other skills other than that." Feng Ting laughed.

"Of course!"

Tu Chen said, and already made his move. His body was like a bolt of lightning, his hands were like blades as they chopped down like a thunderbolt. The Spiritual Strength s were released from his palms, as if it had instantly extended his palms by seven feet.

Mountain Palm!

Feng Ting recognized that the technique was called Mountain Palm, it was a very strong and ruthless technique. Cultivators must possess extremely strong Spiritual Strength s, to be able to unleash this set of Psionic Skills well, they would usually need to reach the dangling lake realm.

Although this Tu Chen was only a middle grade, he was still able to unleash seventy percent of the Mountain Palm's power.

Feng Ting did not dare to take it head on. He flew backwards, and at the same time, unleashed decathlon force's third phase lance, aiming at both of Tu Chen's wrists. Because this spirit energy spear was incomparably light and agile, its speed was even faster. Just as the gigantic Spiritual Strength hand was about to slap him, the spirit spear also touched Tu Chen's hands and wrists.

Tu Chen did not dodge. He believed that even if Feng Ting's spirit energy spear was powerful, it would only injure him. As for his Mountain Palm, it was more than enough to cripple Feng Ting.

"Bang bang."

The two gigantic Spiritual Strength palms slapped onto Feng Ting's chest with a loud sound. It made people feel that the spirit spear did not hit Tu Chen's wrist, or maybe the spirit spear did not harm Tu Chen at all.

But the reality was that not only had those two long lances injured Tu Chen, they had also injured his meridians and numbed his arms in an instant. Even though he was shocked, Tu Chen believed that after being struck away, Feng Ting's breastbone had been broken, and his innards would be ripped apart, his meridians would also be disordered from the impact.

Feng Ting had indeed fallen, and his injuries were not light either. However, the Healing Flame in his body had already begun to move. It released a warm aura that traveled along the meridians and reached all over his body. He began to rapidly smooth out his disordered meridians, repair his ruptured abdomen, and reconnect his fractured breastbone.

Although the process could not be completed in an instant, but because Tu Chen's arms were numb, he did not attack in that moment. He thought that by standing here, he could see Feng Ting lying down, becoming a half dead cripple.

It was not only Tu Chen who was staring at Feng Ting, even nearby, there were a few referees looking at Feng Ting. Even further away, He Jinpeng was also looking at him. If Feng Ting fell, he would be crippled. Then, the Grand Cloud Conference that he presided over this time would be complete, he used the name of healing to keep Feng Ting here, so he no longer needed to care about the matters that happened in the future.

At the beginning, Feng Ting's expression was extremely ugly, he looked like someone who could faint and be injured at any time, or even die.

But as time passed, Feng Ting, who was initially getting more and more serious, seemed to be slowly recovering. His expression became less unsightly, he did not vomit blood because of his innards and meridians being injured, nor did he faint because of his injuries being too heavy.

How was this possible!

Whether it was facing Feng Ting, or the referee and He Jinpeng who were sneaking glances at him, they were all puzzled.

Tu Chen was confident in his own strength, and He Jinpeng and the others were also confident in his killing power.

He thought it was going to end, but it didn't seem like he was going to follow the normal pattern.

"Hu!"

Suddenly, Feng Ting spat out a mouthful of impure Qi, and pounced forward. Spirit Qi erupted from his body, forming a lance, thrusting towards Tu Chen.

It was too fast!

How did that make him look like a heavily injured person? Furthermore, he did not look like a martial cultivator at all.

That guy … Him!

The surrounding judges and He Jinpeng who was standing far away all opened their mouths wide, staring at the sudden change in events in a daze.

Furthermore, his arms were numb and the meridians in his body were blocked, causing him to be unable to respond at the fastest speed possible. Even if he was in his best condition, he might not even be able to deal with the Death-like spirit spear. Not to mention his meridians being obstructed right now. He only made a terrified expression before the spiritual energy spear was already in front of him.

"Swish."

The Spirit Qi lance was like a poisonous snake as it snuck into Tu Chen's body, leaving behind a bloody hole on his body. The wounds brought by the formless spirit energy were actually comparable to tangible Spiritual Strength.

Of course, this was not the end!

Tu Chen retreated, and Feng Ting moved like a shadow, his body erupted with spirit energy once again. Another spirit spear shot out, straight towards the center of Tu Chen's brows.

There were no bloody holes on Tu Chen's body just now, so he was unable to avoid it. At this moment, not only did he have a bloody hole in his body, but he also felt that the meridians around the hole had been sealed. As he retreated, he felt that not only his hands were numb, but even his upper body was numb. He didn't have time to panic, stare, or react. The spirit energy spear had already pierced through his forehead.

"Swish."

A bloody hole appeared between his eyebrows and the back of his head.'s brain also splashed out along with the blood.

"Assistant!"

The one who spoke was the referee closest to him, he was also in charge of judging Feng Ting and Tu Chen's match. He had originally thought that Tu Chen would easily cripple Feng Ting, so he stood a little further away. But now, Tu Chen was being brutally oppressed, he wanted to save Tu Chen.

But it was already too late. With a wave of Feng Ting's palms, a Spiritual Strength hammer flew out and went straight for Tu Chen's head.

BOOM!

Although Tu Chen's brain did not shatter, more brain matter and fresh blood spurted out from the hole between his eyebrows and the back of his head.

By the time the referee reached in between Feng Ting and Tu Chen, Feng Ting had already landed on the ground and fell to the ground. His face was smeared with blood and brain matter. Beneath his head, there was also blood and brain matter. He could no longer live.

"Feng Ting... "You …!"

The referee looked at Feng Ting, unable to control his anger.

"Senior, injuries are unavoidable in a match." Feng Ting looked at the referee and said. While speaking, he controlled the Healing Flame and stopped the healing. It might be safer for him to continue to look like a severely injured person.

Just then, two more referees came over, they checked on Tu Chen and confirmed that he was dead.

He Jinpeng also came over. When he saw Tu Chen's miserable state, his expression was also incomparably cold. Although the Grand Cloud Conference did their best, it was still hard to avoid injuries. But Tu Chen was, after all, an extremely talented disciple. In his thirties, he was already a Purple Mansion.

Feng Ting looked at these people and deliberately coughed in pain, then said: "Seniors, can I go back and rest now?"

The few judges did not say anything, they obviously wanted to take care of Feng Ting. However, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, they had no reason to do so.

"Go back and rest. Prepare for the next round of chess."

The one who spoke was He Jinpeng, and he tried his best to maintain his calm.

"Thank you for your understanding, Senior." After Feng Ting finished speaking, he flew up into the air and flew towards the forest two kilometers away.

Out of the five hundred battles, nearly a hundred had already ended. There were still four hundred left. When those who had finished their battles looked at Feng Ting, they all felt fear. Those who had not finished their battle saw Feng Ting leaving and were very surprised. They were all fighting, and had no time to listen to Feng Ting and his situation. He didn't know whether Feng Ting had won or lost.

However, when they saw that someone was carrying Tu Chen's body away, their hearts were filled with fear. They all knew Tu Chen, and knew how terrifying that guy was. Now that Tu Chen was dead, Feng Ting was still alive!

Of course, the people of Heavenly Book City would also feel fear when they saw Feng Ting kill Tu Chen. This fellow ambushed the admitting defeat Qiu Tan, causing him to be severely injured. He deserved to be tidied up. It was just that it was a bit too heavy.

The most pleased one would naturally be Qiu Tan. He waited until Feng Ting was in front of him, then slightly bowed: "Thank you for avenging me."

"If I don't kill him, he will." Feng Ting laughed indifferently.

Qiu Tan didn't say anything else. He was very sure that if it wasn't for revenge, Feng Ting wouldn't have killed people this viciously.

"He should be killed that way."

The one who spoke was Hong Ben. He had never had a good impression of the Spirit Cultivator, but he had a worse impression of this Tu Chen.

When the Qi Cang Sect disciples who were nearby heard it, they could only look at Hong Ben venomously, but did not dare to look at Feng Ting venomously.

Han Zhiju was a careful person, he observed the reactions of the people around him, and said to Feng Ting in a low voice: "This person seems to be very famous."

"Is that so?" Feng Ting replied very casually.

"Of course it can't be as famous as Gu Yinglong, but it's also very famous." Han Zhiju said in a low voice.

"No matter how famous he is, he's still dead." Feng Ting said casually.

"Yes." Han Zhiju laughed helplessly, he did not say anything else.

Feng Ting looked at the forest far away, where the few great figures of Heavenly Book City were. When he was fighting with Tu Chen just now, he had cast a glance in that direction. He was sure that he could see those people on the battlefield. Thus, he was certain that the place where those grand characters were located had formations. It was because he did not want the spectators in the forest to see them.

This should be the doing of the Qi Cang Sect Rankers who were accompanying the few big shots, they just did not want anyone to see the big shots in the Heavenly Book City.