readx;? Wen Zhengfeng struck out with both hands, and the Cold Jade Ice Divine Sword flashed with a dazzling light, and then from the sword body, small swords were split, as if the Cold Jade Ice Divine Sword had been shrunk. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

These small swords roared out, forming a rain of swords like a heavy rain! Then the entire ring was covered, so that those martial artists outside who watched the competition felt that there was a locust plague, and the sky was full of small swords, which was very infiltrating.

After doing this, Wen Zhengfeng sneered: "Now, no matter how fast you move, you can't withstand attacks from so many directions!"

Ling Xiaoye still tilted his head and didn't say a word.

This made Wen Zhengfeng furious, his eyes widened, his hands quickly made handprints, reciting the formula, those small swords began to stab out overwhelmingly, and the sound and shadow of the swishing sound sounded one by one.

Moreover, Wen Zhengfeng let the frost under his feet invade away at great speed.

From the heavens and from the earth, the combination of two different spells blocked all of Ling Xiaoye's attacks and retreats!

"Where are you going?"

Wen Zhengfeng said while casting a spell.

Whoosh!

The small swords in the sky struck Ling Xiaoye one after another, and instantly surrounded the position where Ling Xiaoye was standing, and at the same time, the ring had already formed layer after layer of cold ice!

"That white mask should be dead this time!"

"Well, Gongzi Wen's move is a trick, amazing! That white mask can die under Gongzi Wen's hands, it can be regarded as death without regrets!"

"Speaking of which, the strength of the white mask shouldn't be so unbearable, right?"

"You still say good things for him, this white mask is just a small trick to hold the ring. ”

......

Regarding the situation on the stage, almost all the martial artists, including Wen Zhengfeng, felt that Ling Xiaoye would definitely die this time.

Five breaths between breaths!

Ten breaths between breaths!

The location of the white mask has been frozen into a one-foot tall ice sculpture!

"It seems that in this competition, Wen Gongzi has won!"

"Young Master Wen is mighty!"

"Young Master Wen is domineering!"

"Young Master Wen is amazing!"

I don't know who shouted that Wen Gongzi won the battle, these warriors who watched the competition from a distance cheered for Wen Gongzi together, which was a celebration of winning the ring.

The arrogant white mask man has never lost in the ring here, until the appearance of the work, the arrogance of the white mask has been suppressed.

At least, more than ninety percent of the martial artists present thought so, so they cheered happily.

Quack!

The one-foot-tall ice sculpture suddenly made a crisp cracking sound, and a figure appeared!

"White Mask! He's still alive!"

The sharp-eyed martial artist immediately shouted when he saw Ling Xiaoye coming out.

The atmosphere of this scene is very embarrassing, it is obviously a certain death, but now it is actually moving again. Those who cheered for Wen Zhengfeng closed their mouths one after another, watching the sudden change.

They saw that the white mask, wrapped in strips of white cloth, was swaggering out of the ice.

Those locust-like swords, which were controlled by Wen Zhengfeng at this time, launched another attack on the white mask.

The small swords in all directions, not sparing a gap, struck those white strips of cloth to the death. However, all efforts were in vain, and the little sword could not penetrate the defenses of this strange thing.

Ling Xiaoye said as he walked, "Oops, I was iced just now, and the whole person is refreshed!"

"You, you ......"

Wen Zhengfeng's cold face continued to twitch, increasing the output of mana true yuan, making the attack of those small swords more violent.

Ling Xiaoye suddenly appeared on Wen Zhengfeng's left hand side. Wen Zhengfeng was startled, and a faint light curtain appeared on him, as if he was the same as Ling Xiaoye, he had the art of self-protection.

Wen Zhengfeng seemed to know that Ling Xiaoye was going to get close, so he secretly prepared to take precautions.

However, Ling Xiaoye suddenly threw a violent punch on the right hand side of Shunyi's Wen Zhengfeng, but it hit the shield, only bending the light curtain slightly, and did not cause any substantial damage.

"Haha, don't think that you have the art of self-protection, how can I cultivate in a righteous style that a mortal like you can see?"

Wen Zhengfeng finally saw that Ling Xiaoye's attack was ineffective, and his heart was a little happy, so he began to laugh at Ling Xiaoye.

And at this time, the rain of swords in the sky swooped up, and Ling Xiaoye had to teleport away.

Although Wen Zhengfeng didn't know what Ling Xiaoye meant by leaving, he continued: "It is said that you didn't move me in the slightest in five moves, and you also lost, right?"

With that, Wen Zhengfeng continued to control the sword rain and pursued Ling Xiaoye.

Ling Xiaoye angered Wen Zhengfeng, and originally wanted to take advantage of his unpreparedness and take it down with one move, but he didn't expect that this opponent was not easy, so he first dodged the sword rain attack for the time being, and then thought of another way.

Wen Zhengfeng regained his previous cold expression, but his mouth increased, and the sword rain under his control, speed and strength also increased.

"Your little skill can still work against those martial artists who don't have the art of self-protection. If you meet someone like this son, you just wait to die!"

"Why are you hiding? Aren't you very good just now? You are so good in front of Ben Gongzi, do you know that if you do this, you will lose your life!"

Wen Zhengfeng attacked while fighting with each other.

The martial artists who were watching the competition from a distance saw that the situation seemed to be favorable to Wen Zhengfeng, so they began to slander Ling Xiaoyao again:

"Oops, I thought the white mask could fight back, but I didn't expect it to be a material that could only be dodged. ”

"That's right, I don't like the white mask very much, Wen Gongzi hurry up and kill him!"

......

Time passed little by little, and Ling Xiaoye also knew that it would not be good for him to go on like this. For the rain of swords in the sky, Ling Xiaoye came up with a lot of ways to deal with it, but these methods were still kept, so as not to expose too much.

"Killing Intentions!"

An idea suddenly popped into Ling Xiaoye's mind, and he did it when he thought of it, and Ling felt that this method was feasible. Most of the martial artists here have never been exposed to high-level martial arts and Taoism, so they won't understand too much what the true meaning of this killing is.

Even if they knew, there was no way to take Ling Xiaoye, after all, he was now wearing a mask and had a secret method to hide himself, and ordinary people would not know their details.

Therefore, Ling Xiaoye's eyes were tightly closed, and while listening to these slanders that made ordinary people's lungs explode when they heard it, he let the anger in his heart burn fiercely.

In just ten breaths, Ling Xiaoye suddenly felt that his whole body was on fire, and his body violently exuded invisible power, tearing everything within a radius of fifty zhang nearby!

Buzzing!

That invisible killing intent was released by Ling Xiaoye, and the ground within fifty zhang began to collapse and crack. And with Ling Xiaoye as the center, a strong wind blew out in all directions, pulling the sword rain composed of those small swords, as well as the cold ice all over the ground, into powder.

The light curtain shield of Wen Zhengfeng was also squeezed and shattered. Wen Zhengfeng's body seemed to be invaded by a penetrating coolness, and he instantly collapsed to the ground, spitting blood from his mouth, and his whole body was weak.

This is still the killing intent that Ling Xiaoye has unleashed when he is not skilled, if he can release it freely, then Wen Zhengfeng would have turned into a pile of meat foam.

Of course, Ling Xiaoye was not a bloodthirsty person, so he didn't use all his strength, probably just using his ordinary strength.

The sudden change made the nearby warriors not come back to their senses, until someone exclaimed, "What's the matter?

Some of the other warrior monks rubbed their eyes, and some blinked, trying to see clearly who the fallen person was in the ring.

But no matter how reluctant they were, Wen Zhengfeng still really fell, although he did not die, he was still seriously injured.

"Impossible, it's obviously Wen Gongzi who has the advantage!"

"It's incredible, you hurt Wen Gongzi in an instant?"

......

Everyone shouted loudly, and they didn't understand why Wen Zhengfeng, a genius, would fall under the hands of an unknown person.

The two Tianyi Pavilion disciples who came with Wen Zhengfeng saw Wen Zhengfeng falling, and hurriedly took out their weapons, performed their standing techniques, and quickly jumped into the ring.

"Bold! It's just a competition in the ring, you actually just injured our Senior Brother Wen. Do you know the origin of our Senior Brother Wen Zhengfeng?"

A Tianyi Pavilion disciple helped Wen Zhengfeng up, fed him a healing elixir, and then turned his head to Ling Xiaoye and said.

Another disciple also picked up and continued to threaten: "You shameless villain, you must have used some secret magic treasure, or used some despicable means to hurt our Senior Brother Wen Zhengfeng. ”

It is true that the aura exuded by Ling Xiaoye is only the appearance of the middle stage of the Destiny Wheel Realm, how to defeat the high level with a low level, this question is worth thinking about.

However, these people are just trying to find an excuse for Wen Zhengfeng. The pride of the sky of Tianyi Pavilion competed with a martial artist in the middle of the Wheel of Life Realm, and was defeated, and people would definitely laugh at it. Therefore, these two disciples of Tianyi Pavilion began to slander Ling Xiaoye, saying that Ling Xiaoye was despicable and that Ling Xiaoye's methods were dirty......

The status of the disciples of Tianyi Pavilion in Yuanjing City, except for the fact that the disciples of the Rain Soul Hall are a little higher than them, is considered very high, and most of the sects respect them. Ordinary people treat the disciples of Tianyi Pavilion politely.

Ling Xiaoye injured Wen Zhengfeng with one blow, which was tantamount to stabbing a hornet's nest.

These two disciples are used to being respected, and they also want to show themselves in front of Wen Zhengfeng, so they keep humiliating Ling Xiaoye with words at any cost, and constantly provoke Ling Xiaoye.

The first is to delay a little time to let Wen Zhengfeng recover, and the second is to scare Ling Xiaoye, maybe Ling Xiaoye will be scared because he heard the name of Tianyi Pavilion.