Facing Feng Yangcheng's fan, Lin Yiran did not panic, but stood quietly in place, because he knew that Feng Yangcheng's goal was not himself. See. Wool, Chinese net

Sure enough, after the black fan shook slightly, a gust of wind blew all the Flying Feather Pavilion disciples backwards, and it seemed that Feng Yangcheng was also afraid that these disciples would be affected by the battle.

At the same time that the Flying Feather Pavilion disciples were blown away, the Ling Pavilion Master and the others also consciously retreated a few feet away.

Feng Yangcheng couldn't help frowning when he saw Lin Yiran being so calm, and waved the black fan in his hand again, and a strong wind energy suddenly surged towards Lin Yiran quickly. This time, the wind energy converged into a point, and flew towards Lin Yiran with a "pop" explosion.

Lin Yiran's footsteps moved slightly, and he dodged Feng Yangcheng's attack sideways, and then cast a shapeshifting shadow, came to Feng Yangcheng's side at a very fast speed, and slapped Feng Yangcheng's head with a palm.

Feng Yangcheng had a sneer on the corner of his mouth, tilted his head slightly, and easily dodged Lin Yiran's attack.

This back and forth, the two of them are actually testing each other's strength.

Feng Yang Cheng was the last time. Now that two years have passed, Lin Yiran's strength has greatly improved, and he also killed his elite disciple Zhang Panlong across levels, so that he has to deal with it carefully.

An old monster like him, who has lived for so long, although he despises the enemy in his heart, actually values the other party very much. The lion fights the rabbit, and he is still doing his best, not to mention that the enemy he faces is Lin Yiran, who has repeatedly achieved miracles.

As early as two years ago, he had already attached great importance to Lin Yiran's enemy, and after Lin Yiran killed Feng Xinglan, he had already thought about cutting the grass and eradicating the roots, if Tianzun hadn't given them a death order, they would never have killed Lin Yiran, Lin Yiran would have died ten thousand times.

For the next dozen or so rounds, neither of them did their best.

Feng Yang became a test of Lin Yiran's strength, but launched some offensives that seemed to be fast but were actually not very lethal, in order to force out Lin Yiran's hole cards, but he didn't expect Lin Yiran's speed to be extremely fast, and he dodged his attacks again and again.

And Lin Yiran wanted to delay as much time as possible in order to save aura, so he only kept dodging Feng Yangcheng's attacks, occasionally harassing Feng Yangcheng, and did not launch a real offensive against Feng Yangcheng.

Although Lin Yiran really wanted to kill Feng Yangcheng, in this situation, he had to consider the safety of Pavilion Master Ling and his party, not to mention that he didn't have absolute confidence to defeat Feng Yangcheng at all.

Seeing this, the disciples of the Flying Feather Pavilion couldn't help but talk about what Fengyang had become, and they hadn't exhausted all their strength. Feng Yangcheng heard it in his ears, and couldn't help but be a little impatient.

As the head of a faction, the most important thing is to establish his prestige in front of his disciples, and now that his prestige has been questioned, Feng Yangcheng has to be a little anxious.

"Wind Blade Strike!"

Coupled with the fact that he did not want Lin Yiran to continue to delay time, Feng Yangcheng accelerated the offensive with a smile on his face, and the black fan in his hand kept fanning against Lin Yiran, and a strong wind blade continued to hit Lin Yiran.

"Nine days of wind howling!"

Lin Yiran's face changed slightly, and he gathered a strong wind attribute energy in his palm, and then slapped it forward.

Different from Feng Yangcheng's strong wind energy, the wind energy emitted by Lin Yiran was indeed relatively soft, and after blocking three wind blades in a row, there was still a little energy left, and the speed was blowing towards Feng Yangcheng.

Feng Yangcheng put away his smile and dodged the remaining wind energy. He didn't know when Lin Yiran learned such a technique again, although the destructive power seemed to be inferior to his Wind Blade Attack, but the overall power was several times stronger than his Wind Blade Attack.

"I'd like to see how many more times you can perform this technique!" Feng Yangcheng sneered, and began to wave the black fan in his hand quickly again.

Feng Yangcheng believes that although the wind attribute exercises performed by Lin Yiran are powerful, the consumption should also be very huge. According to Lin Yiran's strength, he can perform this exercise ten times at most, and the casting time is longer than his own wind blade strike, so he is not worried about what waves Lin Yiran can make.

As long as he unleashed the Wind Blade Strike from multiple angles, Lin Yiran would inevitably only be able to use the Wind Howling for Nine Days to fight.

Lin Yiran calmly looked at the wind blade that came quickly, knowing that Feng Yangcheng's wind blade strike casting time was shorter than his own Wind Howling Nine Days, although he could barely dodge these Wind Blades by casting the shapeshifting shadow to the extreme, but the aura consumed by such a dodge was not much less than casting the Wind Howling Nine Days.

Besides, he used the wind howling for nine days to counteract this wind blade, which was much calmer than Feng Yangcheng. Every time he makes a mistake at this juncture, it will reduce the amount of time he can hold Feng Yangcheng back.

Lin Yiran once again gathered a huge wind attribute energy in his right palm, and when the first wind blade arrived in front of him, he quickly slapped out his right palm.

The furious hurricane energy once again canceled out Feng Yangcheng's three wind blades, and the speed continued to blow towards Feng Yangcheng.

After a few rounds of back and forth like this, Lin Yiran found that Feng Yang Cheng could at most send out three wind blades before he cast the Wind Howling for nine days. And after his Wind Howling Nine Heavens offset the three wind blades, he was still able to retain some of his energy to hit Feng Yangcheng.

Although the damage that the remaining energy can cause is limited, Feng Yangcheng does not dare to underestimate this energy, and will do his best to avoid it every time.

The disciples of the Flying Feather Pavilion saw that Lin Yiran wanted to compete with Feng Yangcheng in aura, and a sneer hung on the corner of everyone's mouth. There is a difference of eight levels between the middle stage of the Hanging Realm and the middle stage of the Bao Realm, and the aura in Feng Yang Cheng's body is not known to be many times thicker than Lin Yiran's aura.

They felt that if Lin Yiran used the Red Wind Palm again, maybe he could force Feng Yangcheng to use all his strength. However, it is only possible to force Feng Yangcheng to use all his strength, and it is impossible to win, because Feng Yangcheng has obviously not shown his hole cards yet.

In the eyes of these disciples, Feng Yangcheng was just playing prey.

However, these were just the thoughts of those disciples, after more than ten rounds, Feng Yangcheng looked at Lin Yiran, whose complexion had not changed much, and couldn't help but suspect that Lin Yiran's spiritual realm was not only at the level of the middle stage of the Suspension Realm.

This made Defeng Yangcheng take the time to probe Lin Yiran's spiritual realm twice in his busy schedule, and after repeatedly confirming that it was indeed the middle stage of the suspension realm, he continued to fight with Lin Yiran for spiritual energy.

Feng Yangcheng thought that Lin Yiran might have used some secret method to temporarily increase the aura in his body so that he could fight against him for so long.

However, no matter what the secret method is, it is vulnerable in the face of such a huge difference in strength.