Half a quarter of an hour later.

Forty consecutive slashes are completed, and one move is killed!

Another quarter of an hour later.

Fifty consecutive slashes are completed, and the same move is killed!

This is still Ling Feng every time he asks the other party to make the first move, otherwise, this speed will be faster!

"Oh my God, is he really going to be the second Linghu Imperial Sword?"

"It's unbelievable, this kid's age is more than ten years younger than his opponent!

"Big brother, big brother......

As Ling Feng won more and more victories, Jiang Xiaofan's voice became higher and higher, while those warriors of Tianmang Fortress gradually fell into silence.

The masters on the Hundred Battles Heaven List, which one of them did not fight out of blood and fire, and Ling Feng had actually won fifty consecutive victories, and all of them were killed in one move!

Offstage, the girl in green clothes pursed her red lips, and saw that after fifty battles, it was still Ling Feng, who was still breezy and calm.

She was now beginning to understand a little that Ling Feng's self-confidence stemmed from his proud strength!

In her heart, she couldn't help but get a little excited, but when her eyes saw Linghu Yudao, who was sitting calmly on the high platform, the feeling of blood boiling suddenly disappeared.

Ling Feng was indeed strong, but no one could shake the status of Linghu Imperial Sword.

He is the real myth, a trick myth that everyone looks up to!

"Fifty-first! Jiang Yifan!"

The referee looked at Ling Feng, his eyes flashed with a strange light, at this moment, even this referee with the strength of a peak king couldn't help but look at Ling Feng with admiration.

After all, Ling Feng's age was only twenty years old, and he was generally about ten years younger than those masters on the Hundred Battles Heaven List.

That's a gap of more than ten years!

It is hard to imagine how strong Ling Feng will be more than ten years later.

"Hmph, I'm afraid this Ling Feng is going to run into trouble, this Jiang Yifan, that's a master with close to king-level combat power!"

Xu Zhongda and the others, seeing Ling Feng winning fifty victories in a row, their eyes were about to fall, this time, but they still did not give up, staring at the ring, looking forward to the moment when Ling Feng was lying on the ring.

......

While the onlookers were talking, Jiang Yifan had already jumped onto the high platform.

This Jiang Yifan's body is slightly small, and his stature is not high, but his eyes are extremely bright, like a sharp sword, if it is not out, once it is unsheathed, it will be more difficult than those arrogant people.

"General Ling, please advise!"

Jiang Yifan's expression was a little solemn, and his right hand was pressed on the hilt of the sword.

Ling Feng's eyes lit up, and he immediately saw that this Jiang Yifan's move was all in the moment of that sword.

Draw your sword, put it away!

All the power exploded in an instant.

This is also a genius who belongs to the spike stream!

The corners of Ling Feng's mouth hung a touch of arc, and he smiled faintly: "Please make a move." ”

Humble, but with a hint of arrogance, such a demeanor made many female monks of Tianmang Fortress on the field bloom with brilliant brilliance in their eyes.

This young General Ling seems to be very handsome!

Moreover, at a young age, he is already a general!

This is the law of survival in this world, and only strength can be recognized by everyone.

"I only have a sword. Jiang Yifan's eyes were like lightning, and his figure burst out, "General Ling, be careful!"

"Zheng!"

The sword shadow swept and burst out with a dazzling white light, the essence of the sword drawing technique is that at the moment of drawing the sword, all its own spirit and spirit will reach the peak state, after this sword, all the power is consumed.

If the enemy doesn't die, I'll die!

Rumble!

The strong wind was shining, and ten thousand sword lights shot out like a rainstorm pear blossom, and the cold sword qi swept over the entire Hundred Battles Arena.

"Jiang Yifan's sword drawing technique has improved a lot!"

"The whole guy is a crazy person, others are just fighting, but he is playing with his life. No wonder there are very few people on this arena who are willing to fight him!"

Seeing that Ling Feng's body was overwhelmed by countless sword lights, the group of brothers in the Heavenly Rank Academy couldn't help but shout, "Brother Ling (Brother Feng), be careful!"

Shout!

Just between this lightning and flint, Ling Feng's palm gently pushed out, and a violent cyclone suddenly rushed out, directly blasting Jiang Yifan's body out of the ring.

Jiang Yifan was completely stunned, and looked at Ling Feng on the stage dumbfounded, "How is it possible, my sword intent will explode in an instant, whether it is the spirit and spirit, or the total blockade, how can you not be affected in any way!"

The corners of Ling Feng's mouth hung a touch of arc, "Compared to sword intent, you may have found the wrong person, concede!"

Jiang Yifan took a deep breath and recalled that when he had just started, Ling Feng replaced the sword with his palm, and it seemed that he was also drawing a sword!

And his sword, faster than himself!

"I'm convinced!"

Jiang Yifan turned around gloomily, and the feeling of being defeated in the field he was best at was as if his pride had been shattered, which made him unable to let go for a long time.

"In the fifty-second game, Ji Binghe is on the field!"

The referee read out in a deep voice the challenger for the fifty-second battle.

Ji Binghe used to be a student of the Heavenly Academy, but he has been out of school for more than ten years.

"I really didn't expect that the back waves of the Yangtze River pushed the front waves, and among the students of this generation of Heavenly Academy, there would be a peerless genius like you!"

Ji Binghe stared at Ling Feng with a solemn expression, although he was out of the same family, but for his own honor, he still had to fight with all his might!

"Please make a move. Ling Feng's face was as usual, and his face was calm.

"Humph!"

Ji Binghe drew his sword with one hand, gently stroked the blade, and said with a smug face: "My sword is a pseudo-holy weapon, with a trace of great power, Ling Feng, your winning streak is over here!"

"Pseudo-holy weapon?" Ling Feng shook his head and smiled, "To defeat you, it only takes one look, why use a sword?"

"Arrogant! I'll let you know today how to respect my brother!"

Ji Binghe roared angrily and slashed down with his sword.

After all, the pseudo-holy weapon is a pseudo-holy weapon, with a trace of the power of the Great Dao, a sword slashed, like a stormy wave, swept in, and the heavens and the earth seemed to change color in an instant!

"Shocking!"

In Ling Feng's eyes, a flash of golden light flashed, and when he reached the time, his divine thoughts exploded, turning into spikes and bursting out.

After two months, Ling Feng had completely mastered this secret technique, and he could send and receive it freely, and he would never use it again as he did at the beginning, and he would drain most of his divine consciousness power with a slight exertion.

"Let's go down. ”

Ling Feng stood with his hands in his hands, not moving at all, just one look, a terrifying force, suddenly erupted, directly slamming that Ji Binghe's body out of the ring.

"Ahh

Ji Binghe screamed, and the shocking attack directly acted on his soul, and the pain of his soul made him tremble violently.

The audience was silent, and the next moment, everyone gasped.

Ling Feng really, just by glaring, defeated a master with strength close to the king level!

It really only took one look!

"Damn, it's just staring at who is pregnant!"

On the VIP seat, a hint of surprise flashed in Li Qing's eyes, and he said with a stunned expression: "This seems to be the secret technique of divine sense attack, could it be that this Ling Feng is actually a master of god refining!"

(End of chapter)