"Look for death!"

Seeing Gong Ao flirting with Lan Feng so unscrupulously, a cold murderous intent flashed in Feng Yi's eyes. In the more than a year that he had been in retreat, what had happened between the Yin Yang Sect and the Qingxuan Sect had already been learned from Nie Yin and the others on the way here. He originally wanted to wait for the end of this Izumo battle to find a chance to "get close" to the people of the Yin-Yang Sect, but now it seems that the people of the Yin-Yang Sect can't wait to find death.

And not only the people of Feng Rebellion and the other Qingxuan Sects were furious, but many young martial artists who were fighting outside the field were also in an uproar. At this time, even people with poor eyesight can see that Gong Ao is obviously relying on cultivation to deliberately slighten Lan Feng, and some young people with strong blood and strength even shouted loudly, fighting for Lan Feng, hoping that the referee would immediately stop this battle.

"I am Nie Yin, the leader of the Qingxuan Sect, we have admitted defeat in this battle, please end the battle immediately. At this time, Nie Yin, who finally couldn't bear it anymore, got up and said in a deep voice to the referee.

The referee nodded slightly, his body shook slightly, and a strong and gentle force was sent out in the air, separating Gong Ao and Lan Feng, separating the two. And at this time, Lan Feng's true qi had been exhausted, and he almost couldn't even stand on his feet.

Seeing this, Nie Yin immediately signaled to Zhao Pianran on the side, Zhao Pianran understood, flew to the ring, and helped Lan Feng down.

Seeing Zhao Pianran helping Lan Feng down, there was a slight hint of regret in Gong Ao's eyes, and then, with a laugh, he also turned around and got out of the ring.

After this fight, the referee quickly announced the contestants for the thirty-first fight. However, I don't know if it was a coincidence, or someone deliberately arranged it, and the two sides of the thirty-first game turned out to be people from Qingxuanzong and Yinyang Sect again. Similar to the previous fight, it was also a battle where there was no suspense and the outcome could be predicted before it even started. But unlike the last one, this time the winner and loser were reversed. At least, that's what it looks like in the name of Feng Rebellion.

"In the thirty-first game, Qingxuanzong Han Fei is strict with the Yin-Yang Sect, now please hurry up and play for the contestants on both sides. ”

As soon as the referee's words fell, a figure immediately flew into the ring, it was Yan Kuan of the Yin Yang Sect. Compared with Gong Ao, this Yan Kuan's cultivation is obviously stronger and more handsome, but the same thing is that the temperament of these two people is faintly full of evil spirits.

"Brother Han, don't leave your hands!"

Just as Han Fei was about to get up and go on stage, Feng Yi, who was sitting next to him, suddenly said something.

Han Fei nodded slightly, didn't say anything, and jumped into the ring.

"You are Han Fei?"

In the ring, Yan Kuan glanced at Han Fei up and down, and a trace of disdain flashed in his expression: "It's just a cultivation in the late stage of dust, even I am not as good, even if you are a good person, you can be as famous as our senior brother, it's a big joke!"

A sneer appeared at the corner of Han Fei's mouth, and he was silent.

At this point, the referee asked the two to stand and then announced, "Game on!"

Before the referee's voice fell, a terrifying momentum suddenly appeared on Han Fei's body. This momentum appeared unusually suddenly, as if the dark clouds suddenly dispersed and the sun jumped out in an instant. As soon as the momentum poured out, it immediately firmly locked on Yan Kuan on the opposite side, and the sword intent from the ancients invaded every inch of Yan Kuan's skin in an instant, and Rao is Yan Kuan's cultivation reached the Eight Heavens of Dust, and he also felt like falling into an ice cellar.

Bang!

Just as Han Fei's momentum locked on Yan Kuan, a palm suddenly slashed forward. The moment the palm of his hand was slashed, it was like an ancient god suddenly descending, and an ancient, mysterious and domineering sword intent appeared in the void like a scorching sun, looking down on everyone. Many young viewers in the competition arena were pressed by this knife intent, only to feel their souls throbbing, and they almost knelt down. And those young geniuses who successfully entered the second round of the points competition, although they at least had cultivation above the Triple Heaven of the Dust, they also felt a sense of oppression like a mountain in front of Han Fei's hand knife.

"What a terrifying sword intent, I'm afraid this Han Fei's strength is still above my estimate!" In the waiting area of the Blood Soul Villa, Tu Leng sensed Han Fei's terrifying sword intent, and his face changed slightly.

"It can actually trigger the sword intent in my body, it seems that it is not as easy as I imagined to win the championship of this Cloud Ring......" Fang Yijian, who had originally closed his eyes and recuperated, suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes flickering.

"Hehe, interesting, there's another opponent worth fighting!" Ji Xuanshu, who was crazy about fighting, grinned.

"This Han Fei is really not simple, Senior Brother Yan is afraid that it is dangerous......" On the side of the Yin Yang Sect, Chen Yifeng's face sank, and he was uncertain.

......

"Ahh

Yan Kuan's eyes widened in the ring, he couldn't believe that Han Fei, who was lower than him, could not believe that Han Fei, who was lower than him, would make such a terrible blow in his moves. What made him even more horrified was that if he couldn't take Han Fei's terrible blow, he was afraid that the whole person would be cut in two by the other party. Desperately, he barely suppressed the throbbing in his soul, and in the roar, his arms stretched out like two bridges, blocking Han Fei's terrifying knife.

"Click, click, click!"

In the next moment, Han Fei's hand knife slashed up like lightning, and the infinite knife power directly cut Yan Kuan's arms, and then cut off his bones, slashing his whole person into a fly and flying out of the ring!

"Whoa!" almost all of them stood up and gasped in unison.

One blow! With just one blow, he defeated Yan Kuan, who had cultivated out of the Dust Eight Heavens, what kind of strength was this? And most importantly, Han Fei didn't even use the knife behind his back, he just used a hand knife, which was much more shocking than Fang defeating Lin Feng from the Eight Heavens with one sword and one move.

At this moment, in the eyes of several top geniuses of the younger generation, such as Fang Yijian, Tu Leng, Ji Xuanshu, and Situ Xue, there was a strong and unstoppable battle intent!

"Senior Brother Yan!"

Just when everyone was shocked, Chen Yifeng, the chief disciple of the Yin Yang Sect, had a blue face, and his body was like a ray of lightning, and he swept towards Yan Kuan, who was falling out of the ring. Yan Kuan had already been seriously injured by Han Fei, and if he was allowed to fall to the ground like this, he was afraid that his life would not be guaranteed.

However, as soon as he moved, a faint shadow suddenly flashed, and Yan Kuan took the lead to follow. Seeing the person who made the move clearly, Chen Yifeng breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that the person who quickly made Yan Kuan's next move was none other than the four elders of the Yin Yang Sect who came with them this time.

The four elders of the Yin-Yang Sect were not contestants, and they could only stay in the peripheral audience area, and they were not allowed to enter the competition area and waiting area, but seeing that their disciples were hit hard by this, they couldn't care about it so much at once. And several referees also saw that Yan Kuan was seriously injured, and they only frowned lightly at the move of the four elders and did not stop it.

After examining Yan Kuan's injuries, the faces of the four elders of the Yin-Yang Sect turned gloomy. Under Han Fei's shocking knife, the bones of Yan Kuan's arms were shattered inch by inch, and the tendons of his arms were also broken inch by inch. The violent ancient sword qi poured into Yan Kuan's body, shattering dozens of Yan Kuan's bones, and some of the remaining sword qi in his body frantically destroyed Yan Kuan's meridians and dantian.

In this case, even if the Yin-Yang Sect had countless elixirs, if Yan Kuan wanted to fully recover, it would depend on luck. In other words, Yan Kuan is likely to suffer a great loss in his cultivation in the future, and it is basically impossible to reach a higher martial arts realm in his lifetime.

A young genius who can definitely reach the realm of absolute perfection within ten years has been abolished.

"Bastard!"

The four elders of the Yin Yang Sect stared at Han Fei deadly, and the killing opportunity in their eyes was about to condense into substance. However, although he was angry, he also knew that this was not a place where he could spread wild, so he had to forcibly suppress the anger in his heart, turned his head, and took out a bottle of healing pill without saying a word, and gave it to Yan Kuan, and at the same time exerted his true qi to help Yan Kuan suppress the residual sword qi in his body.

"You're free!"

On the other side, in the waiting area of Qingxuanzong, Feng Wei said to Han Fei, who had returned victoriously.

"It's just a small character. Han Fei didn't care.

"That's right, such a character is not qualified to let you draw a sword. Feng Wei nodded.

In fact, judging from the strength of Han Fei's move just now, Han Fei didn't keep his hand, but Yan Kuan had a defensive weapon on his body, which saved his life. However, having said that, if Han Fei used this move at that time instead of a hand knife but a war knife behind his back, even if Yan Kuan had a defensive weapon, he would definitely not be able to escape death, so Feng Yi would say that he kept his hand. Of course, for a small character like Yan Kuan, it doesn't make a difference whether he dies or not, he just wants to teach the people of the Yin Yang Sect a lesson, and the goal is achieved.

Subsequently, the game continued.

Following the battle between Han Fei and Yan Kuan, there were no highlights in the next few battles, and Feng Yi didn't pay too much attention to it, the only thing that made him lift his spirits a little was in the forty-first game, Situ Xue of Youluo Valley came on the field, this is a top beauty who is not inferior to Zhao Pianran, and it is also one of the few opponents who can make Feng Rui pay attention. It's a pity that her opponent is too weak to inspire Situ Xue's true strength at all.

......

"In the forty-eighth game, Xiao Feng, a loose cultivator, vs. Sun Wei of the Blood Soul Villa!"

In the loud voice of the referee, a short-haired young man with a long bow walked into the ring unhurriedly, and the short-haired young man's hair stood on end, like an unyielding short arrow. And his body was dry and slender, awe-inspiring and domineering, and he looked like a long arrow that was extremely sharp.

"Huh?"

The moment he saw this short-haired young man, Feng Hui's eyes narrowed, and an imperceptible light flashed in his pupils, and his originally calm face was also slightly moved......