Boom!

Fist to fist, the collision of strength and power, two figures, each taking a few steps back.

Xuanyuan broke the formation's face solemnly, stared at Ling Feng, and said in a deep voice: "It seems that when you fought with Yan Jinghong, you didn't do your best!"

"He's not qualified to let me do my best. ”

Ling Feng wiped out the ten directions in front of him, and his gaze was equally cautious as he locked on to Xuanyuan's broken formation.

This person's strength is really terrifying.

Ling Feng could feel that he was far from showing his true strength.

"You're an interesting adversary, and if I hadn't met you in this situation, I'd have even loved to be friends with you. ”

The momentum around Xuanyuan broke the formation, rising little by little, "However, you have your belief that you will win, and I will never allow the undefeated legend of the Royal Sword Team to end in my hands!"

"So, you and me, one of them must fall here!"

Ling Feng stood with his hands in his hands, silently urging the true qi in his body, the previous battle was just a mutual temptation, and the next one was the real fight!

"Very good, I appreciate a direct opponent like you!"

The golden sword in Xuanyuan's hand was shining brightly, and there were golden rays circulating around his body, gradually condensing into a golden giant sword behind him.

"Jin Feng Xuanjian is my Yuan Soul, the Yuan Soul of the Sword of the Gold Attribute Sword, and in the future, I will not keep my hand any longer. ”

Xuanyuan broke the sword in his hand and swept away, and under the amplification of the Yuan Soul, his sword qi became more violent and more powerful.

Ling Feng took a deep breath, the Yuan Soul of the Attribute Sword belonged to an extremely excellent Yuan Soul, especially for a swordsman who specialized in swordsmanship, the Yuan Soul with the Attribute Sword could basically establish the status of the king of the sword.

A strong sharp qi erupted, and Ling Feng's cheeks were directly rubbed with a bloody mark by the sharp sword qi.

"Sword Intent!"

Ling Feng's eyes froze, this Xuanyuan Breaking Formation could be said to be the opponent with the highest level of kendo among the geniuses of his generation that he had encountered, and his sword intent had actually reached the level of a small consummation.

Even if he was himself, in the Four Spirits Sealing Divine Monument, he sharpened his sword intent with evil spirits, but he had only reached the level of the Twin Sword Intent.

Of course, his reincarnation sword intent and killing sword intent both belong to that kind of sword intent that is rare in the world, and the difficulty of improving is naturally countless times higher than that of ordinary sword intent.

"Good!"

Ling Feng slowly pulled out the ten directions, facing such a powerful opponent, his body trembled a little excitedly, and on the stage, two incomparably crisp sword groans sounded at the same time, one high-pitched, one tactful, and the two of them were like dragons looming, gathering and scattering, and they were angry.

This is a contest between the strongest of the Tianfeng Sword Team and the strongest of the Royal Sword Team.

Strongest against strongest!

Everyone can feel it, and the battle between them really begins!

Under the stage, the distinct shouts and cheers came and went, and the sound was like thunder, which sounded irrepressibly like a volcanic eruption in the entire area of Tianwei Plaza.

"Hmph, Ling Feng, in the hands of Xuanyuan Breaking Formation, you don't have any chance!"

The face of the fourth prince returned to its original calm and pride, yes, although the strength displayed by the Tianfeng Sword Team surprised him again and again, but so what?

As long as Xuanyuan breaks the formation and defeats Ling Feng, the rest of the people are not as if they were devastated, and they can sweep with a wave of their hand.

Even, from beginning to end, he hasn't made a move!

"Come on, let me see, all your strength!"

With a roar, Xuanyuan broke the formation and was covered in golden light, and the golden sword suddenly exuded a terrifying evil aura, pointing obliquely at the ground.

Faintly, the audience seemed to see a phantom of the evil king wearing a python robe and a crown appearing around Xuanyuan's broken formation, and it seemed that when he raised his hand, he would bleed for thousands of miles and slaughter all the people.

"This sword, called the Evil Sword, is an evil sword weapon, but it has been tamed by me!"

Xuanyuan broke the formation and narrowed his eyes, and the sword in his hand seemed to be buzzing and trembling because of the excitement in his master's heart.

Ling Feng held the Ten Directions in his hand tightly, feeling the suffocating power coming from Xuanyuan Breaking Formation on the opposite side, and his heart couldn't help but be shocked.

"Breaking the sky!"

Ling Feng took a deep breath, and his figure rose again, and it was actually the fourth change of the Eight Desolations and Four Changes, which broke the sky.

After refining this fourth transformation, the first weight of the Eight Desolations Body Forging Technique can be regarded as truly complete, reaching this level, the power of one punch is like shattering the heavens!

"It's kind of interesting! But it's not enough!"

Xuanyuan broke the formation and didn't rush to make a move, as if he was waiting for Ling Feng to show all his strength.

"As you wish!"

Ling Feng smiled indifferently, and the momentum around his body began to rise, and one after another the veins opened violently, bursting out with bursts of terrifying aura.

"One, two, three......"

The students of the various universities in the audience all opened their eyes wide, stretched out their fingers and counted carefully, and finally, a horse-faced young man swallowed in disbelief and said with difficulty: "Ninety-nine...... Am I dazzled? Ninety-nine veins!"

"I've counted to more than ninety, but, how is this possible!"

"Is he still a human being? I heard that Yan Jinghong, who was born with the Holy Body, is only eighty veins, right?"

Oh, my God!

You must know that a martial artist with more than fifty veins can be called a genius, and Ling Feng has actually reached ninety-nine veins.

Of course, this is still Ling Feng's intention to hide the hundredth vein, otherwise, I am afraid that it will scare people stupidly.

"Ninety-nine veins!"

"Ninety-nine!"

For a while, on the referee's seat, those ministers of the three princes and the deans of the four universities were all stunned, it was Yue Zhonglian, who had always been in front of Mount Tai and his face did not change, and at this moment he also showed an incredible look, his eyes were round.

Since the founding of the Tianbai Empire, have there been demons of the ninety-nine veins?

No, not one!

Not to mention the ninety-nine veins, the demons of the ninety veins have never appeared.

Isn't this level of genius only found in ancient times?

"Ninety-nine veins, a genius in the sky!"

The Tianbai Monarch couldn't help but stand up from his seat, and sighed in his heart, why wasn't such a demon born in the royal family!

"Hanyang, is this your grandson?"

The Queen Mother clenched her pink fist tightly, and the face of the only man who had once moved her heart flashed in her mind, and her eyes flashed with brilliance, and no one knew what she was thinking in her heart.

"Damn, shit!"

Seeing the ninety-nine veins opened by Ling Feng, like ninety-nine stars, hanging high in the sky, Yan Jinghong was so angry that every inch of his muscles trembled.

All the glory that belonged to him was completely replaced by Ling Feng at this moment.

"Your opponent is me!"

Crackling!

Another thunderbolt landed, and Li Bufan's killing move was already coming.

"Get out of here!"

Yan Jinghong roared, driven by anger, his attack became more fierce and ferocious, but this completely irrational style of play had already laid a hidden danger for his defeat.

When he was furious and crazy, his defeat was gradually revealed.

(End of chapter)