Gradually, the movements of the two slowed down.

The inscription of the power of the attributes, stopped.

The divine will was reined in.

The brilliance dissipated, and everyone saw that the two people in the center of the ring were already stained with blood, and their bodies were trembling slightly.

The two of them are going to be exhausted!

Very tacitly, both of them gave up all external forces, no Shen Yuan, no attributes, no divine will, and simply used sword (knife) skills to carry out the final battle.

Everyone stared with bated breath, they all knew that this mythical peak showdown was coming to an end!

Pure sword duel!

Is it the Fox Imperial Sword, the god of natural disasters, who defends the king's position?

Or, Ling Feng, the peerless sword god, slaughtered the gods?

Everyone's breath gradually froze, and their eyes were fixed on the two bloody figures.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Linghu Yudao coughed lightly, a few mouthfuls of blood spurted out of the corners of his mouth, but the smile on his face remained unchanged, and he laughed loudly: "Happy! You really didn't let me down!"

Ling Feng's face was solemn, the strength of the other party was indeed extremely strong, and when the divine will was completely suppressed by the Heavenly White Emperor's law, he actually fought with himself for more than two thousand rounds in a row, and he did not fall behind.

"Come on, just use the blade in your hand to fight the victory!"

Ling Fox Imperial Knife's lancet, which was as thin as a cicada's wing, swung lightly, and both he and Ling Feng knew that at this moment, both of them were already at the end of their crossbows, and if they continued to fight to the death, they would only lose both.

At present, there is still a great enemy of the demon clan to trouble, and it is really not worth it to be hit hard for this arena.

It's time to put an end to this great war.

"As you wish. ”

In Ling Feng's hand, the "buzz" of the ten directions was extinguished, and he felt the excitement of his master, and the sword was also excited.

From the battle just now, Ling Feng could feel that the sword technique of the Linghu Imperial Sword had reached the point of being superb, and moreover, he also had a rather terrifying sword intent.

"This knife is called the Seven Killing Knife, my sword intent is the Seven Killing Sword Intent!"

The battle intent in Linghu Yudao's eyes ignited, and he shouted, "Fight!"

Ling Feng's momentum climbed to the peak, and he responded loudly, "This sword is called the destruction of the ten directions, and my sword intent is the killing sword intent!"

A trace of cold aura enveloped the entire ring space.

Everyone trembled slightly.

Knives and swords!

Seven Killing Sword Intent vs. Killing Sword Intent!

Who is the real king!

Zheng!

Between the lightning and flint, I saw a flash of figure, and swords clashed.

Even if all external forces were abandoned, the movement of their fight was still like two desolate beasts colliding, and the entire ring shook violently.

Boom! Boom!

The sword qi is soaring, and the wind is raging.

The entire space seemed to be constantly collapsing, and the void exploded and shattered.

The swords of the two were incredibly fast, and the sword intent swept and swept in all directions.

Finally!

Linghu Yudao's arm shook slightly, and a flaw was born.

Ling Feng ravaged up, and with a sword, he slashed the vanity.

This flaw also became the fuse for the defeat of the fox sword.

Clang!

Bang!

The figure of Linghu Imperial Knife flew out upside down in a sword light as clear and snowy.

Burst!

A mouthful of blood spurted out from the back of the fox royal knife, and the blood spurted out, like sprinkling the remnant sun, staining the sunset for half a day!

The body, which seemed to stand tall for eternity, was like a puppet that drained all its strength, unable to soften and fall to the earth.

Knock –

With a dull loud bang, the Fox Imperial Sword, the undefeated god of war, and the invincible myth, fell heavily from the air.

From the highest altar to the mortal earth.

And Ling Feng, his face was as pale as paper, sweat, blood, soaked through the already torn robes on his body, and he was panting.

However, he still stood proudly in the air, looking down at the Linghu Imperial Sword that had fallen to the ground.

At this moment, he is at the top!

The pinnacle of the supreme belongs to him!

The myth of undefeated, belongs to him!

"Ahem......"

Linghu Yudao covered his chest and coughed up a mouthful of blood, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

He struggled to get up, looking in the direction of Ling Feng, and there was a hint of relief in his eyes.

"You're really strong!"

Linghu Yudao's voice was weak and weak, but it had a firmness.

At this moment, he is no longer the peak that is chased by thousands of people, he also has a peak that he wants to cross, that is Ling Feng.

He finally has a goal, and finally, he is no longer lonely.

"You're also strong. Ling Feng fell from the air and stretched out his hand to pull him up, "However, what I am best at is swordsmanship. ”

With the ability to copy the martial arts of the Eye of Heaven, Ling Feng has fused countless kinds of swordsmanship, integrating the mysteries of them, coupled with the supreme secret technique of swordsmanship, "No Easy Trick", now he has initially had his own understanding of swordsmanship from those cumbersome sword moves routines.

He never forgot his ambition: to create his own kendo!

And that's just the beginning.

Linghu Yudao smiled faintly, "This seat, sit for you for a few days, I will come back soon and defeat you!"

"Hahaha!"

Ling Feng looked up to the sky and laughed, and said proudly: "The opponent who was defeated in my hands will never surpass me again!"

The referee's eyes were full of shock, his voice trembled, hoarse, roared, and he could no longer suppress the excitement in his heart, turning into an earth-shaking roar!

"The hundredth battle, Ling Feng, win!"

Ling Feng, win!

His voice echoed in the silent arena, and countless echoes intertwined, colliding into an exciting melody.

This young and somewhat excessive teenager has won the king of the Tianmang Fortress Hundred Battles Arena!

"Win!"

The first audience member suddenly came to his senses and spit out two words excitedly.

"He's really won!"

"The invincible Linghu Imperial Knife was defeated by him!"

In everyone's minds, like a storm swept over, this result was both what they expected and so unbelievable.

The next moment, the audience stood up, raised their fists, and shouted frantically: "A new generation of kings of a hundred battles has appeared!"

King of a Hundred Battles!

Peerless Sword God!

Lose in one move, win ninety-nine games in a row!

Exhausted body, defeat the natural disaster god of war Linghu Imperial Sword!

destroyed one after another demons on the list of a hundred battles, and even knocked the undefeated myth and lonely back down to the altar.

All of this made everyone remember a name, Ling Feng!

Wang Meng and Li Qing, the two veterans, took a deep breath.

The power of the final battle broke out, and even they felt a trace of pressure.

This teenager is outrageously strong!

"Ling Feng, from today onwards, your name will be recorded in the annals of our Tianmang Fortress!"

The referee shouted out this glory that all the officers and men of the Southern Army could only dream of.

This glory, now, belongs to Ling Feng!

The newcomers who had just graduated from various universities and came to the fortress were even more excited and almost burst into tears.

This glory makes them feel honored!

(End of chapter)