Tang Rong snorted coldly, gradually putting away the last sneer, and the vicious murderous aura on his gloomy face was aggressive, like a dormant poisonous snake making its last charge before launching an attack.

Jiang Feng's sword eyebrows were vertical, his expression was extremely serious, as the Yuan Force continued to be injected, the blade condensed with dazzling light under the scorching sun became more dazzling, the battle intent was ignited, and the flames of war were burning in the plain, and this battle was only allowed to win but not lose.

The accumulation of strength from both sides made the audience enter a brief silence before the fierce battle, but this silence made people nervous and a little suffocating. Everyone, whether it is the Tang Gate, the Huandaomen or the Zhang family, their eyes are locked on the two competing teenagers in the center of the field, maybe there is no suspense in the final ending, but this battle is about honor, victory is glory, defeat is humiliation, and the rivers and lakes have their own judgment.

A strong wind blew, and the calm field was suddenly dusty and withered leaves, at this moment, the two figures in the center of the field finally moved, although the dust and dead leaves blurred the vision slightly, but the two sudden violent breaths let everyone know that the horn of the fierce battle had been sounded, and the curtain of the battle had been opened.

Tang Rong's arms waved rapidly in the air, and every time the sleeve robe pressed the air out with an explosion, several silver needles flew out, forming a momentum that spread across the sky in just a few breaths.

"Rainstorm Pear Flower Needle!"

His brows were tightly locked, but his face was extremely calm, looking at the dense needle rain like cow hair, Jiang Feng lifted his foot on the tail end of the big knife, and raised it high with both hands, when the last Yuan Force was injected into the blade, there was a loud shout, and a huge knife shadow slashed out fiercely, and the air in front of him seemed to be split in half.

"Mountain Knife!"

Poisonous needles are raining down, overwhelming, and completely blocked. The shadow of the knife is like a mountain, rumbling and galloping, and the momentum is strong and sinking. Tang Rong and Jiang Feng made a killing move for the first time, and this battle was destined to be extremely fierce.

"Ding, Ding, Ding......"

The sharp and piercing sound of impact continued to sound, as if the needle rain really hit the blade, and countless silver needles were shaken away, and some were directly turned into pieces under the pressure of the sword shadow. However, under the impact of the needle rain, the shadow of the knife was also trembling violently, like a majestic mountain shaking.

Everyone's gaze remained in mid-air, and from there there every sharp crash made their hearts tremble.

At this time, Tang Wushuang no longer blamed Tang Rong for his recklessness, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his face was serious, if the latter lost, his old face would really be lost.

The house leak happened to be rainy, Tang Rong broke through to the high-level Yuan Master, which made the already bad situation worse, Jiang Feng was the last ray of hope, if he was defeated by Tang Rong, and also expected the other two Junior Yuan Masters to defeat Zhong Li and Xie Fei? Jiang Tiansheng's face was engraved with the word solemn, and when the needle rain pierced through the shadow of the knife, it was the day when the Huandaomen was completely sentenced to death.

In the center of the field, the needle rain and the knife shadow were still fiercely confronting, and every second that passed, people's sense of suffocation would increase by one point, not to mention Jiang Feng and Tang Rong in the duel?

His face was gloomy to the extreme, so that he looked a little hideous, seeing the needle rain and the sword shadow stalemate, Tang Rong put his hands together, and the palms gradually bloomed with more dazzling light.

The corners of his mouth raised a vicious sneer, Tang Rongli slowly parted his palms with a snort, the dazzling light suddenly exuded a terrifying coercion as he got rid of the suppression of his palms, and what was even more terrifying was that a giant needle two or three meters long and thicker than a bucket was condensing from it.

"This stinky boy actually refined the Sun Needle, although it is only Hinayana , but it is enough to wipe out Jiang Feng's little miscellaneous pieces. Looking at the giant needle that had already emerged, Tang Wushuang finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at Jiang Tiansheng, who had an iron face on the other side, and the corners of his mouth were full of smug smirks.

"Hob Slash!"

Jiang Feng also felt the danger of Tang Rong's blow, his eyebrows were sharply lowered at the moment, and he burst into a shout, and the chain of big knives swept upwards against the ground, and a yellow blade qi wave like a shark's dorsal fin rubbed a long and deep scar on the ground and galloped away at the same time, he wanted to completely collapse the needle rain offensive before the former completely completed the accumulation.

Under the combined impact of the sword shadow and the blade qi wave, the needle rain was finally split in half from it, although it still had attack power, it was like a fork in the flow of water to bypass Jiang Feng and shoot the crowd. Jiang Tiansheng and Chen Jingnan quickly got lucky, and teamed up to condense a protective shield to resist all those poisonous needles.

However, as soon as the waves calmed down and rose again, watching the sword shadow and blade qi waves that still had residual power continue to slash towards Tang Rong, Jiang Feng's face was not much easier, on the contrary, it was even more dignified, because the Sun Needle in Tang Rong's palms was finally condensed. As the name suggests, the sun needle is as if it has been poured with gold powder, and it is golden under the sun.

"Sun Needle, go!"

With this blow, Tang Rong was obviously extremely consumed, his already gloomy face was pale because of excessive exertion, if it weren't for a vicious sneer on the corner of his mouth, he would have thought he was an embarrassed loser.

The Sun Needle, which was still hanging in mid-air one second, flew out like a cannonball in the next second, instantly shattering the oncoming blade shadow and blade qi waves.

The dust on the beams of the house was sprinkled one after another, and the houses in the entire North Town were shaking slightly with a thunderous bang, and the shadow of the knife and the blade qi wave turned into powerful energy ripples and spread away in circles.

Jiang Tiansheng and Chen Jingnan had to join forces to pull up the protective shield again, and Tang Wushuang and the other three generals of the Tang Sect also immediately took action to block the incoming aftermath, even so, some of the weaker people on both sides still turned pale, obviously palpitating.

Jiang Feng's eyebrows locked again, his feet slammed on the ground, and while he retreated with his strength, the blade slapped horizontally, and the thousand-pound stone lion on the left in front of the door suddenly flew up and smashed fiercely at the Sun Needle.

"Boom!"

The loud bang came as scheduled, the stone lion had a great inertia, and with the help of Jiang Feng, it was like a meteorite, but at the same time as the loud bang exploded, it instantly turned into powder, and the airspace above the site was full of dust and smoke.

Everyone stared at the cloud of dust overhead, expecting the outcome of the collision. In fact, everyone didn't wait too long, and when a needle without the tip of a needle was revealed in the dust in the sky, there was an uproar, which included the cheers of the Tang Gate and the lamentation of the Huandaomen.

Under the gaze of the audience, the Flame Needle continued to gallop away through the dust, and everyone felt that the victory was about to be decided, even some people from the Huandaomen and the Zhang family were so artificial.

However, how could Jiang Feng admit defeat just like that? He learned a lot from Zhang Mochen, including preferring to die rather than give in. Looking at the flame needle bombardment, Jiang Feng concentrated the Yuan Force of his whole body in his left chest, and with a ruthless complexion, a drop of essence blood in his heart was forced out.

Jiang Tiansheng's face was shocked, as the master of the Ring Sword Gate and Jiang Feng's father, he knew what his son was doing, however, the body that was about to rush over stopped in place again, because it was too late.

The chain of big knives plunged straight into the ground, Jiang Feng bit the tip of his tongue and melted the essence blood into the blood foam, and sprayed it on the blade that reflected the dazzling bright light.

Jiang Feng's face could not see a trace of blood, but the unyielding color was also more obvious, I saw him kneeling on one knee, his fists clenched, and under his closed eyes, his pale lips were closed one by one.

"With my essence and blood, sacrifice my sword ancestor, borrow three moments, and protect my sect!"