As young as Zhang Feng, he only stared at the woman for a moment, and he couldn't suppress the throbbing in his heart. Especially those beautiful eyes, it seemed that a dark shadow had been thrown into his mind, and in an instant, he seemed to have tasted the pain of the world, and he was extremely sad.

Someone cried, and apparently he wasn't the only one who felt this way.

At this time, an old voice came, thick and powerful, resounding throughout the arena: "Everyone in the infield should close their eyes and plug their ears, otherwise they will be worried about their lives." ”

This is not an exaggeration, the ghost shadow sword is very evil, and the female soul attracted by the sword intent is quite terrifying, sometimes a light glance and a shallow sigh can break the soul and break the heart, and even the peerless face has a strange heart-eroding magic, which makes the viewer fall into depression and haggard.

However, most people didn't know the danger and didn't take the old man's reminder seriously.

Zhang Feng didn't dare to be careless, he felt that something was wrong, so he simply took his eyes off the woman and turned to look at Huang Jiu, who was still throwing feathers.

At this time, Huang Jiu was still on the attacking side, and the colored feathers seemed to be inexhaustible, and one after another appeared out of thin air, dragging the shadow tail and flying towards Yan Xiu. This scene was very boring, Zhang Feng gradually felt bored, and later, the situation finally reversed again, and a bunch of red sleeves swept over the colorful feathers and swept towards Huang Jiu.

The red sleeves are formally a sword shadow, but this thing is connected with the ancient woman, and in the final analysis, it is still a telekinetic condensation.

There was once a master of the Immortal Sect School who argued that the female phantom pulled by the ghost shadow sword was essentially a kind of mental poison, and once it was touched, the mind would be eroded and die of sorrow.

Huang Jiu came prepared today, and naturally he already knew the horror of the Ghost Shadow Sword. When the Red Sleeves struck, he immediately jumped up and soared into the air. It was a dodge tactic, but it looked a lot like he was running away, and he jumped too fast and too high, as if he was going to get far away from the arena and hide in the ninth night.

The ancient woman leaped up almost at the same time as him, her red sleeves fluttering in the air, chasing him closely.

Suddenly, a huge bird's head appeared through the air, and its short beak pecked at the ancient woman. After all, the woman was only condensed by repeated obsessions, with thoughts but no intentions, completely controlled by Yan Xiu's sword intent, without a trace of fear, she did not dodge in the face of sudden attacks, her castration remained unchanged, her speed did not decrease, and she directly met the bird's beak, which was like sending her to death.

In just an instant, the ancient woman was pecked off her head by a bird's beak, and she was simply vulnerable.

Immediately afterwards, the complete body and wings of the bird appeared one after another, it was a giant bird, the multicolored light wings were nearly 100 meters long after unfolding, covering a piece of the sky, and with a slight tremble, there were thousands of light needles from the light wings, shooting towards the ancient woman who was already headless, and the woman immediately shattered into smoke and spread out in mid-air like a red cloud.

This happened so quickly that it took a while for everyone to come back to their senses and be stunned. Oh, a burst of thunderous applause sounded, everyone cheered for the strange challenger, his performance was really amazing, he actually defeated the son of the Nanling Sword Queen, after this battle, it is destined to be famous all over the world.

Huang Jiu stood on the giant bird, his clothes fluttering, and his face floated with the pride of a victor.

But Yan Xiu didn't admit defeat, he still kept dancing his sword, and after a while, the figure of the ancient woman reappeared, standing proudly in midair.

The woman's appearance was clearer than before, her skin was like white jade, her clothes were like red glow, and she looked from afar, no different from the legendary fairy.

"Alas......" Unexpectedly, she sighed softly, like an ordinary girl sighing for her lover, and exhaled lovesickness. But there seems to be an inexplicable power of time contained in it, as if thousands of years have passed away, carrying endless sorrow. A vision floated in the minds of everyone present, and suddenly the star map turned sharply, making people dizzy.

At this time, the old man who had issued a warning earlier opened his mouth again: "This is no longer an ordinary duel, everyone get out of here!"

As soon as these words came out, some people ran out of the arena vigilantly, while many more couldn't help but be curious and stayed where they were to see what was going on.

Zhang Feng had already seen the fights of the powerful people of the Immortal Sect, and knew that when the master tried his best to shoot, it would affect a wide range, so he didn't dare to hesitate, and immediately ran out.

After running not far, a sharp birdsong suddenly came, and he almost fell in horror, and when he looked back, he saw countless white light feathers shooting towards Yan Xiu, who was swinging his sword in the center of the arena.

The ancient woman in mid-air danced her long sleeves to cover the pieces of light feathers, this time, the light feathers did not disappear, but turned into repeated white smoke, and the white smoke did not change, still attacking Yan Xiu, facing the long sword in his hand.

Obviously, those light feathers are not just condensed by mental power, but also contain aura. Although the ancient woman used her long sleeves to relieve the condensed telekinesis in the light feather, she could not dispel the aura inside. The aura turned into smoke, and the quality was insignificant, but it had formed a real interference with Yan Xiu, and his sword momentum had been slightly sluggish.

Correspondingly, the ancient woman who was pulled by the sword was also affected, and her figure was a little weaker. As the white smoke that enveloped Yan Xiu gradually gathered, the situation became even worse, and even the shocked Zhang Feng saw Yan Xiu's defeat, he calmed down a little, and felt that the most dangerous moment had passed, so he simply stopped running for his life and watched this duel seriously.

Later, Yan Xiu was completely covered in white smoke, as if he was wrapped in a thick fog, and even the figure was gone, and the ancient woman was nowhere to be found. At this point, the winner should be decided.

Huang Jiu still didn't stop, and many feathers shot into the thick fog, as if he wanted to kill Yan Xiu.

According to the law of the duel, although this practice violates morality, it does not exceed the rules, even if Yan Xiu dies in the duel, Huang Jiu will not be held accountable by the government.

Zhang Feng stretched his neck and stared blankly at the thick fog, he was very worried, he had a good impression of Yan Xiu, if this gentle and elegant noble son died like this, it would be a pity!

There was a little red light flashing in the thick fog, and I don't know if it was blood or the shadow of a sword. The old man's voice just now sounded again: "Xiu'er, no! Your mind is not firm enough, and there will be great danger if you venture to cultivate souls!"

As soon as the words fell, Yan Xiu had already jumped out of the white mist, his expression was lonely, and his body was overflowing with an indescribable mysterious aura.

Someone whispered: "Yan Gongzi has already planted the ancient female soul in his heart, and the strength of that young man riding a bird can force him to use this last stunt, which is really extraordinary." ”

Zhang Feng couldn't see anything famous, he only felt that Yan Xiu waved his hand with a kind of woman's charm, which looked extremely awkward. Just wondering, a golden palm shadow surged up from a corner of the arena, and covered the giant bird at Huang Jiu's feet vigorously, the palm shadow increased sharply in the castration, and became bigger than the giant bird in an instant, as if it had the power to cover the sky, which was very terrifying.

Huang Jiu flew away from the bird, dodged far away, and shouted sharply in the distance: "Since someone broke the rules of the duel, then don't blame me for killing innocents indiscriminately." ”

With that, he went and returned, and appeared over the arena at the same time as the giant bird, and immediately, thousands of light needles spread out from the bird's body and flew towards the square. It was an indiscriminate attack, aimed at everyone in the square, and for a moment, the cries shook the sky, some screaming and some were killed on the spot.

A light needle happened to fly past Zhang Feng's ear, and he was so frightened that he squatted down with his head in his hands, and after seeing the tragic situation around him, he was even more shocked.

Strangely, the goggle protector and her daughter sat indifferently on both sides of the magic mirror, as if an invisible void wall blocked all the light needles that attacked them. Some people shrewdly leaned to their sides, seeking seclusion, but they were also blocked by the void wall, and could not get close at all.

Zhang Feng looked at it for a moment, secretly surprised. At this time, he had no intention of wasting his mind on such things, and his eyes quickly turned to the giant bird in mid-air and the hateful young man in green clothes.

Huang Jiu's face was grim, and he squinted his eyes as he searched the crowd for the person who had attacked him.

He soon saw that person, an old man, had walked into the center of the arena, carrying Yan Xiu, who was unconscious for some reason, on his shoulder, tilting his head slightly, his eyes were wide with anger, and his eyes were full of inexplicable coercion.