The temperature of the entire ring fell into a strange situation, with a gust of wind on one side and a heat wave on the other, two diametrically opposed energies colliding violently, competing against each other.

With the full outbreak of the cultivation of the two, there was silence around the ring, and then suddenly there was an uproar.

"Oh my God, that masked man Zang Feng turned out to be a mid-congenital second-class, no wonder I felt like he didn't use all his strength before!"

"Look, Ye San's cultivation is also so strong, not weaker than the masked man Zang Feng at all. ”

"It's incredible, there are two congenital second-class middle stages! Are they really just little dolls under the age of thirty, the old man really can't imagine it!"

"Brother Sun, let's not talk about it, compared to these geniuses and demons, it's completely self-deprecating!

"Indeed, even if these two are placed among the many peerless geniuses, I am afraid they are still rare existences!"

"I originally thought that the genius disciples of the Five Holy Lands were demonic enough, but I didn't expect these two people to be even more perverted, and this kind of talent is not necessarily much inferior to the Silver Light City Lord back then!"

"Well, but the Silver Light City Lord is already in his thirties. Among the young geniuses under the age of thirty, who can compete with them, I am afraid that now there is only Song Jianming, who ranks first in the "Dragon and Phoenix List". ”

"Brother You, I don't think so. If you look carefully at Ye San and Zang Feng in the stand, their cultivation is probably only a thin line away from breaking through. Although Song Jianming of the Qingyun Sword Sect is also in the middle of the congenital second rank, compared to them, I am afraid there is still some gap! Obviously, after today, the top of the "Dragon and Phoenix List" will change hands, and the real first place can only be produced between the two people on the stage. ”

With the start of the finals, Ye Xing and Zang Feng in the ring finally started a fierce fight.

"King Kong Fist" boxing is fierce and unparalleled, the Dao Jiuyang True Yuan surrounds the body, Ye Xing bombarded out with a punch, if a tiger comes out of the mountain, like a dragon out of the sea, it is extremely fierce.

The masked man Zang Feng was surrounded by a gust of yin wind, his body moved with the wind, like a shadow, trying his best to avoid Ye Xing's frontal attack, and then the long sword stabbed out at an extremely tricky and vicious angle, attacking Ye Xing's weak point.

The slender sword was like a viper.

Fast, accurate, ruthless! Deeply understand the essence of swordsmanship.

However, although the masked man Zangfeng's swordsmanship is powerful, Ye Xing can always dodge it at a critical moment and turn the danger into a disaster.

After all, when it comes to the realm of swordsmanship, Ye Xing is no worse than Zang Feng at all.

The "Qingyun Sword Technique" in the middle and late stages of Dacheng has made Ye Xing's perception of kendo have reached a very high level, even compared with some first-class innate realm kendo masters, I am afraid it is not far behind, and it may even be better than one point.

Therefore, although Zang Feng's swordsmanship is powerful, it is undoubtedly much easier to deal with it in front of Ye Xing, who is also a kendo master and even has a deeper realm.

In fact, if he could use swordsmanship, Ye Xing felt that winning this game should not be a big problem. But it's a pity that the "Qingyun Sword Technique" really can't be used in the Qingwu Meeting.

Because Ye San's identity will also disappear in the martial arts with the end of this Youth Martial Arts Conference. If the "Qingyun Sword Technique" is used at this moment, then Ye Xing will not be able to use it in the future. Otherwise, once the "Qingyun Sword Technique" is used in the future, others can easily guess that Ye San, the genius of the Qingwu Society's fierce fist technique, is Ye Xing, the lord of Baiyun City.

Once the mystery is solved, it will also be very unfavorable to Ye Xing. Not to mention anything else, just facing the revenge of the Holy Fire Cult is afraid that it will be anxious and dangerous. After all, Ye Xing was not ready for this, and with his current strength, facing the thousand-year-old Holy Land was tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg.

Therefore, during the lurking time period, Ye Xing will still try to keep himself low-key. Unless it is a last resort, he will never expose his swordsmanship cultivation.

"Bang!"

"Bell, bell!"

Fists and swords clashed, and bursts of gold and iron resounded all around.

In the ring, the two fought extremely fiercely, and their bodies were extremely fast, sometimes appearing in mid-air like a floating shadow, sometimes appearing in various positions in the ring.

The heat wave is soaring, the wind is gusting, two diametrically opposed energies, alternating between hot and cold. The temperature is cold and hot, high and low, so that the hard limestone ground has cracks, the cracks are extremely fine, more and more, like a spider web.

Time passed bit by bit, and in the blink of an eye, the two had already fought more than 300 moves.

In the early days of Ye Xing's Dacheng, the "King Kong Fist" boxing technique was extremely powerful and invincible, but the swordsmanship of the masked man Zangfeng was not weak and unpredictable. The two are almost equal, comparable, and the fight can be described as evenly matched.

The two geniuses clashed fiercely, and the martial artists watching around could be described as intent, overwhelmed and addicted.

Before I knew it, the sky was getting darker, the dusk had passed, and the night was quietly coming.

The willow tops on the moon are dotted with stars.

Suddenly, torches lit up all around, and the flames were blazing, and the fiery red fire and the bright moonlight reflected the surrounding field very brightly.

The fight continued, and more than two hundred rounds passed.

After several hours of continuous battles, the consumption of true yuan power was extremely huge. Beads of sweat slipped faintly across the face of the masked man Zangfeng, dripping from his chin to the ground, and the breath between breaths was very uneven, obviously the true yuan power had been almost consumed.

On the other side, Ye Xing's true yuan power consumption was also huge, but fortunately, he had the assistance of the Heaven and Earth Spirit Treasure Lei Xin Chunmu. Therefore, even though the battle was fierce, Ye Xing still retained more than half of his true yuan power.

There is no doubt that as long as the next step is steady, the balance of victory will eventually tilt more and more towards Ye Xing.

"Ye San, I have to say that you are really powerful!" During the battle, the masked man Zang Feng suddenly said: "I didn't expect that the Central Plains Martial Arts would have a character like you!"

"Haha, I've won a prize!" Ye Xing laughed loudly, and the fist in his hand did not stop.

"I'm telling the truth! In my eyes, those geniuses in the Central Plains Martial Arts are just chickens and dogs, and they are vulnerable!"

"Hey, you're a bit narcissistic, but I like that!" Ye Xing said: "What's the matter, you're going to admit defeat?"

"I haven't lost yet, why should I admit defeat!" said the masked man Zang Feng shook his head, the long sword in his hand was as agile and sharp as a poisonous snake.

"If you don't admit defeat, you won't admit defeat, you won't be able to last long anyway!" Ye Xing pouted: "This game is almost over!"

The two have now fought more than 500 times, nearly 600 moves. Ye Xing estimated that this Zangfeng's true yuan power should have almost bottomed out, and it could support more than thirty moves at most.

Ye Xing was secretly calculating, and suddenly-

That's when —

"yes, it's over!"

A mysterious aura suddenly erupted from the masked man's body, and his voice was ethereal, like a ghost crying, and like a ghost sobbing.

In an instant, Ye Xing felt that the world around him seemed to darken all of a sudden, and all the torches disappeared, without fire and moonlight, the already dark night suddenly became even darker.

Everything around the ring, the spectators, the temple, the trees is gone, and there is only a misty darkness.

At the same time, the eyes of the ghost-faced young man Zang Feng formed two pitch-black whirlpools, rotating at high speed, constantly pulling Ye Xing's soul.

"Damn, it's a psychic attack!"

There was a feeling of dizziness in his mind, Ye Xing's face changed, and he hurriedly used the "Soul Dementoring Dafa" to resist.