Lu Tianming's verdict sounded, which meant that Fang Yuanhui had won two individual battles in a row. Qi Feng of the Southern Summit lost a little inexplicably, Zhang Yifeng, who led the team, had a gloomy face, glanced at Zhao Yuqi beside him, and asked, "Yuqi, do you see how Qi Feng lost?"

Being asked by Zhang Yifeng, Zhao Yuqi frowned, and waited for a minute, Zhaoyu Wizard shook his head and said, "I didn't see it, this girl is a little weird." ”。 Speaking of this, he paused and continued: "However, from the strange performance of Qi Feng during the battle just now, although I didn't see the specific situation, I guess it should be related to the mental power attack. In terms of the degree of weirdness, that is, the invisible and untouchable spiritual power attack. ”。

Zhang Yifeng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he secretly recognized Zhao Yuqi's opinion in his heart. Looking at Qi Feng, who was still in a coma, Zhang Yifeng didn't continue the topic, asked another question, and said: "Yuqi, according to the rules, the third game is still a Lingwu battle, do you think we will send a person who will win in the third game, or send a Lingwu from the Battle Spirit Sect to fight." ”。

Zhao Yuqi didn't even think about it, and blurted out: "Let Yang Fan go on this scene." ”。

"Yang Fan, the ninth-order Yimu War Spirit Sect sent him?" Zhang Yifeng asked rhetorically.

Zhao Yuqi nodded in confirmation and said: "It's him, it doesn't matter if you win or lose in the individual battle, the main thing to look at is the next five group battles, and don't look at Yang Fan's cultivation to the ninth-order Battle Spirit Sect, but the actual combat power should not be underestimated." ”。

"Oh, you think so highly of him. ”。 Yang Fan is a newcomer to the South Summit, so Zhang Yifeng doesn't know Yang Fan's situation, but he is responsible for recruiting new Zhao Yuqi, and he is more clear about the strength of these members. Now listening to Zhao Yuqi say this, Zhang Yifeng nodded and agreed with Zhao Yuqi's opinion.

When the Southern Summit decided on the candidates to be sent for the third game, Lu Tianming's voice also sounded, and he asked: "In the third Lingwu battle, please send members of the Southern Summit to send the battle members." ”。

This time, it was Zhao Yuqi who spoke, and Zhao Yuqi looked at a very inconspicuous boy standing in the crowd, and said, "Yang Fan, go ahead, behave well." ”。

Yang Fan of the Southern Summit is less than one meter six tall, and his body is exceptionally slender. The cheeks are fleshy, there is a feeling of baby fat, the appearance is relatively delicate, and a pair of eyes are bright. Among them, the most distinctive thing on Yang Fan's body is the green waist-length hair. His waist-length hair was casually tied behind Yang Fan, and he walked out of the crowd with a serious expression on his face, and when he passed by Zhao Yuqi's side, Yang Fan whispered: "Brother Qi, I will win." ”。

With a smile on his face, Zhao Yuqi gently patted Yang Fan's shoulder and encouraged: "Don't put pressure on yourself, go ahead." ”。

Yang Fan nodded, walked to Lu Tianming's side, bowed slightly to Lu Tianming, and said, "Southern Summit, Yang Fan." ”。

Lu Tianming nodded in response, looked in the direction of the Fang Yuan Society, and said, "Who will the Fang Yuan Society send to fight this time?"

"Yang Fan, the ninth-order Yimu is the Battle Spirit Sect. ”。 Hua Shengfeng whispered to Su Fang.

Su Fang thought for a while and said, "Ninth Order Battle Spirit Sect, let Zuo Fei, who is also a Ninth Order Battle Spirit Sect, come on the field this time." ”。 As he spoke, Su Fang asked Zuo Fei in a low voice and asked, "How about you try?"

Zuo Fei nodded calmly and said, "I don't care, listen to you." ”。

"That's good, do your best, and save your strength. ”。 Su Fang instructed.

Zuo Fei nodded slightly, walked to Lu Tianming's side, and said expressionlessly: "Fang Yuanhui, Zuo Fei." ”。

Lu Tianming looked at Yang Fan and Zuo Fei respectively, and announced: "The members of both sides are ready, and the third battle has officially begun." ”。 Lu Tianming's voice was still resounding on the battle platform, and his body had already left the battle platform and stood beside Lang Yueru.

Yang Fan and Zuo Fei both belonged to the action faction, and they were too lazy to say some superfluous nonsense, and the moment the protective shield was raised, the figures of the two began to fly on the battle platform. Tossing and turning, the two of them collided dozens or hundreds of times, and in the eyes of the members of the two sides watching under the battle platform, they could only see a green light and a silver light on the battle platform, colliding with each other. At the same time, there was a clanging sound of gold and iron clashing.

Everyone's eyes turned with the two rays of light, one green and one silver. In everyone's eyes, the two rays of light, one green and one silver, made a bang in the center of the battle platform, and after that, Yang Fan and Zuo Fei's figures separated, each retreating until they were pushed to the edge of the battle platform. Yang Fan licked his lips, looked at Zuo Fei with a smile, and exclaimed, "Refreshing, it's rare to meet an opponent who can keep up with my attack speed." If this weren't an official fight, I'd definitely have a good fight with you with your fighting skills. ”。 Speaking of this, Yang Fan sighed and said depressedly: "It's a pity, we can't delay here for too long, let's make a move, let's use our spiritual skills to compete." ”。

When the words fell, Yang Fan posed in a big word, his body bent slightly, and his arms stretched out to the sides as best he could. When Yang Fan did this action, his body rapidly condensed the spiritual power of Yimu between heaven and earth. The body was rendered by green, and at the same time, on Yang Fan's body, there were pieces of green leaves, and Yang Fan's body was close to the branches of the big tree, and when the spiritual skill was about to end, Yang Fan's green waist-length hair flew without wind, and under the rendering of Yimu's spiritual power, the long hair was like a wicker.

Yang Fan's current appearance is that his body is like a green tree torso, with green hanging on the torso, and falling leaves from time to time. And the waist-length hair, dancing in the air, like a wicker and a small green snake, looking for the enemy with teeth and claws, ready to choose someone to devour.

Looking at Yang Fan's changes, Zuo Fei was not to be outdone, his left leg retreated slightly, and his hips sat back slightly, forming a lunge posture. At the same time, there was an additional half-meter-long sword on each of Zuo Fei's hands, and the two swords extended a one-meter-long spiritual power light blade under the extension of the spiritual power of the Xin Jin system. Holding the two spiritual power light blade swords with his hands crossed, after holding this movement for three breaths, the left Fei crossed his hands violently and waved downward. After that, go left, right, up, and down. After a few breaths, the silver light visible to the naked eye in the future, in front of Zuo Fei, weaved into a silver sword net, and if you look closely, the silver net is composed of a small sword with a silver light.

When the two sides used their spiritual skills, no one took the lead, and it was not until both sides were ready that Yang Fan spoke again: "Did you notice it? ”。 Zuo Fei didn't respond, just glanced at Yang Fan coldly, Yang Fan didn't feel embarrassed because he was bored with himself, but smiled slightly, and continued: "Haha, it's useless to talk more, then let's see the real chapter under your hands, take the move, spiritual skills." One year old and one withered. ”。

As Yang Fan spoke, his body suddenly activated, and between his actions, pieces of yellow fallen leaves were sprinkled on his body from time to time. Zuo Fei looked at the oncoming Yang Fan, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, with a cold arc, and he muttered: "It's good, look at my spiritual skills, pull the silk sword net." ”。

Yang Fan, who had used his spiritual skills, was much faster, and in the blink of an eye, he came to Zuo Fei's silk drawing sword net. Looking at the silk sword net in front of him, Yang Fan shook his arms forward, and countless withered yellow leaves flew towards the silk sword net, among these withered yellow leaves, there were also four green fresh leaves, and the green leaves also had a little drop of water on them, which looked extremely delicate.

Zuo Fei looked at the dense yellow leaves, like a wall made of leaves, and waved the two spiritual power blades in his palms with both hands, directing the wire drawing sword net to begin to shrink. The wire sword net shrouded the wall of withered yellow leaves, shrinking sharply at the same time. Trying to collect the withered yellow leaves in the net.

Seeing that his attack was about to produce results, Zuo Fei's calm state of mind also appeared in anticipation. In this process, Zuo Fei subconsciously wanted to see Yang Fan's expression. Eyes moved, when Zuo Fei's eyes came into contact with Yang Fan's eyes, but he didn't see anything abnormal in Yang Fan's eyes, if Zuo Fei used one word to describe Yang Fan's expression, it was calm.

The silk sword net firmly wrapped the withered yellow leaves in the sky, and those withered yellow leaves also stuck to the sword net like a milk swallow returning to its nest. After a few breaths, the wire sword net was full of withered yellow leaves. Since Zuo Fei was facing the wire sword net, he couldn't see the scene inside the sword net clearly. In addition to Zuo Fei himself, whether it was Yang Fan on the battle platform, or the members of the Southern Summit and the Fang Yuan Society who were watching the battle on both sides of the battle platform, they could all see that when the withered yellow leaves covered the silk sword net were covered in the sky. The four green leaves, hidden in the withered yellow leaves, took on a diamond-shaped pattern and slammed into the withered yellow leaves.

The four green leaves act as a fuse, detonating the withered yellow leaves. One of the yellow leaves began to burst, triggering a chain reaction. One by one, and one by one, all the dead yellow leaves made a crackling sound. Perhaps, a few explosions could not destroy the wire drawing sword net, but countless explosions appeared, and they were explosions that were attached to the wire drawing sword network. Even if Zuo Fei found out that something was wrong and wanted to guide the Silk Sword Net to retreat, it would be too late.

Horn, horn, horn, the explosion of yellow fallen leaves and the sound of a horn from the wire sword net. The explosion didn't last long, and after nearly a minute, the wire sword net finally couldn't withstand the constant bombardment. Turned into pieces of silver and sprayed on the battlefield.

At this time, the battle platform was covered with complete withered yellow leaves, broken withered yellow tree chips, and broken silver fragments. The silk sword net was destroyed, leaving only four green leaves in mid-air, and the four green leaves did not stop after completing the mission of detonating the withered yellow leaves, but continued to fly towards Zuo Fei, who had not yet recovered from the shock of the previous shattering of the silk sword net, and looked at the four green leaves that attacked abruptly, and subconsciously made a resistance action.

Under the battle platform, in the direction of Fang Yuanhui, Su Fang and the others were worried, and muttered to themselves: "Be careful, Zuo Fei." ”。