"In the eighty-fifth game, Qingxuanzong Feng Rebellion slaughtered Leng to Blood Soul Villa!" As the referee's voice sounded, Feng Rebellion, who had been sitting in the waiting area for an afternoon, finally slowly stepped into the ring.

In the first round, he met Tu Leng, one of the favorites for the championship, which somewhat surprised Feng Rebellion. After all, out of the 300 contestants, there are only five or six candidates for the championship. However, accident after accident, he didn't feel anything bad, but was a little happy to meet an opponent like Tu Leng. Only opponents of this division can bring up his interest in fighting.

"The entire Qingxuan Sect is only one Han Fei who can be my opponent, you admit defeat!" In the ring, Tu Leng casually played with a high-fashioned, heavy and unusually heavy sheath treasure knife, but he didn't even look at Feng Yi with the right eyes. Obviously, in his opinion, a martial artist who has not even reached the mid-stage realm of the dust has no qualifications for him to face it squarely. Not only him, but the vast majority of the audience outside the stadium also had the same idea, after all, the gap between the two sides is too big, even if Feng Rebellion is a well-known young genius, but there is still no comparison with a top genius like Tu Leng.

The name of the person, the shadow of the tree, Tu Leng can be recognized as the most prestigious young powerhouse in the southeast region of Yunzhou, and it is definitely not blown out. In the entire competition field, I am afraid that Han Fei alone knows it, even Nie Yin, Nan Ming, Zhao Pianran and other Qingxuanzong disciples only think that Feng Yi is qualified to fight Tu Leng, but there is no hope of defeating Tu Leng.

And hearing Tu Leng's unstoppable words, Feng Rebellious's expression was not moved in the slightest, he just looked at him lightly, and said, "You are not as good as Han Fei!"

"Oh?"

Tu Leng raised the corners of his eyebrows, a cold light flashed in his eyes, but he quickly smiled again, and finally raised his head and glanced at Feng Yi: "Xia Worm can't talk about ice, how can a martial artist of your level know our realm, it's okay......"

Speaking of this, Tu Leng seemed to have lost his patience, and said indifferently: "Since you don't plan to automatically admit defeat, then I'll give you a ride!" After speaking, a majestic body mixed with this majestic sword intent broke out, and swept towards Feng Wei with a devastating momentum, actually planning to emulate Xiao Feng and Sun Wei's battle, and if he couldn't make a move, he would defeat Feng Wei with momentum alone.

"Is it more imposing?"

The corners of Feng Hui's mouth were slightly upturned, and a trace of imperceptible banter flashed in his eyes. Immediately, the body shook, and a fierce fierce eruption gushed out, like a dark cloud covering the sky, instantly annihilating the majestic aura that swept over Tu Leng, and completely enveloping it by the trend. How did Tu Leng know that this "little character" in front of him, who was not taken seriously by him at all, could release such an amazing terrifying momentum, and the mountain-like pressure fell on Tu Leng's heart at once, which caught this guy off guard and suffered a lot.

For a moment, Tu Leng only felt that he was in the Shura Hell, and there were mutilated corpses everywhere as far as his eyes could see, and the screams of despair were endless, the heaven and the earth were blood-red, and the breath was full of a pungent smell of blood.

You must know that when Feng Yi was in the Tianwu Continent, he slaughtered hundreds of thousands of lives with his own hands, and it can be said that he is a peerless killing god who came out of the sea of corpse mountains and blood, gathering the grievances of hundreds of thousands of living beings, the fierce aura condensed by blood, and the increase in the intent of the ancient fist, this kind of fierce killing aura is impossible for ordinary Ling Desperate Realm powerhouses to compete, and Tu Leng's strength may be comparable to ordinary Ling Peerless Strongmen, but in terms of momentum, it is absolutely incomparable to Ling Desperate Realm powerhouses.

However, Tu Leng is Tu Leng, worthy of being one of the strongest top geniuses in the southeast region of Yunzhou, no matter how strong Feng Wei's momentum is, it is impossible to affect him for too long, only a moment before he reacted, the illusion in his eyes faded like a tide, and once again looked at Feng Wei's bottomless dark eyes like nine shadows, the ease on his face had completely disappeared, and was replaced by unprecedented solemnity.

At the same time, the momentum that the seal was pressing on Tu Leng's body also disappeared like a tide. An opponent of Tu Leng's level is definitely not something that can be defeated by momentum alone.

Tu Leng took a deep breath, slowly pulled out the treasure knife in his hand from the scabbard, and said in a deep voice: "I didn't expect that Qingxuanzong would hide such a master as you besides Han Fei, I took back my previous words." Obviously, at this moment, Tu Leng has regarded Feng Wei as an opponent who can really compete with him.

Tu Leng's sudden change immediately made everyone outside the arena scratch their heads, and the momentum confrontation between the two was completely aimed at each other, and did not leak anything, so most people didn't know what was going on. Only a few powerful warriors can see some clues.

"Nonsense, don't mention it, let's make a move!" Feng Yi said indifferently.

"Good!"

Tu Leng didn't say much, the sword flashed, and the treasure knife in his hand turned into thousands of flashing blades, enveloping the whole seal, and the knife technique was exquisite, which was unbelievable. Since he knew that the other party was a powerful opponent who might not be able to defeat even if he tried his best, he naturally would not keep his hand, and as soon as he attacked, it was his most exquisite sword move.

The knife technique that is so fast and fluttering here is simply elusive and impossible to master.

Feng Wei slowly closed his eyes and fell into the darkness, not fascinated by external objects. Tu Leng's knife speed is completely unrecognizable with the naked eye, and he can only capture it with his inner eye. The so-called eye of the mind is the evolution of spiritual consciousness, and when the spiritual power is strong enough to a certain extent, it can be comprehended, which is also one of the results of his one-year retreat. Look at things with your heart, see through the falsehood, and see through all the movements of your opponent.

"On which side?"

Feng Yi constantly captured and analyzed the direction of the opponent's qi with his heart's eye, only to feel that the opponent's qi was also erratic, like a heavenly immortal riding the wind in the clouds, and there was no trace to be found.

"Left?"

"Front!" suddenly the rebellious left hand suddenly raised.

At this moment, through the analysis of the opponent's knife technique, movements, breath and other aspects, he gently punched out at the most powerful place of the qi.

The blade, one touch and go, almost did not touch the fist of the seal, the fist and the knife continued to fight, the strange thing is that there was no sound of half a minute, there was a bird flying and fish swimming, and a knife without a trace attacked again.

Ten knives in a row, Feng Rebellion is as if he has experienced ten major battles, and his mind and body are exhausted. This Tu Leng's sword technique is not inferior to Han Fei, and it can be said that he is the strongest opponent except Han Fei so far. Of course, this is on the premise of not using the strength of military generals.

Opening his eyes, Feng Yi breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, this Tu Leng's strength was so strong that he was already qualified to treat it carefully, and immediately, his steps were light, and he said lightly: "You really didn't disappoint me, it's my turn next, look at the move!"

"Peng!"

The sound of the air bursting sounded, and the majestic fist power wrapped in the ancient fist intent was like a milk swallow throwing into the forest, and it came to Tu Leng at a wonderful angle!

"Poof!"

The punch hit the blade, but it slid to the side.

"Instant kill!"

Feng Wei seemed to have expected it in advance, and then punched Tu Leng's left chest, without any tricks at all, only fast, extremely fast.

"Good!"

Tu Leng shouted, the treasure knife in his hand slashed back, the sword light was like a mist, and he could see the water and clouds, and he was actually attacking against attacking.

I saw that Feng Rebellion's figure flickered, drifting like a bird, I didn't know its advance and retreat, and it seemed that there was no rule at all, as if it was dangerous, so that Tu Leng was completely unsure that he could hit the opponent before Feng Rebellion's fist reached him. Landing on the ground and retreating to the side, and then handing a knife to it, the knife shadow is endless, and the meaning is endless.

It's just that Feng Wei seemed to know the general direction of his attack, and he flashed out of the sword light in advance, still with a simple punch. But unexpectedly, the other party's sword light floated over like a cloud.

"Whew!"

The strong wind blew, and both of them narrowly avoided each other's attacks, and Feng Wei once again adjusted his offensive while capturing the opponent's qi and the direction of the knife.

"Whew~"

While avoiding the opponent's knife again, he slammed his fist into the opponent.

However, in the blink of an eye, the two sides have already passed ten moves, and the eight punches and eight knives are all attacking against attack, and there is no mercy. Such a fierce and dangerous offensive made the audience outside the stadium watch it again and again, shouting wonderful, and a few viewers still thought that the two had some deep hatred and hatred, and the danger of the offensive would be fearful even if others saw it.

Tu Leng became more and more cautious in his sword, and his steady pace was interspersed freely in the shadow of the fist. After a few more moves, he suddenly seemed to have seen through Feng Rebellion's attack line, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned: "Is this the technique?" Before the words fell, a knife was picked at Feng Rebellion's wrist.

Before the sword light could be slashed, I saw that Feng Yi's other fist had already slammed into Tu Leng's left shoulder with swiftness and incoherence.

"Carving insect skills!" Tu Leng swiped his backlash, and the ethereal sword light like a cloud attacked out, still attacking against attacking. And this knife is more like seeing through Feng Rebell's tricks, and the last one comes first, slashing at Feng Rebell's arm.

In fact, it was not Tu Leng who saw through the tricks of the rebellion, but grasped the psychology of the rebellion with his rich practical experience and extraordinary talent, so as to predict the next move of the rebellion psychologically, and then sent a knife to anticipate the enemy's opportunity.

The blade was about to be cut immediately, and Feng Rebellion was already out of reach. However, although Feng Wei was surprised that Tu Leng could predict his move, he did not panic at all in his heart, and with a flip of his right hand, he smashed a fist into his left shoulder at a point that seemed to have no flaws, and was even more shrouded in knife light.

In the next moment, Tu Leng's slash suddenly felt like he couldn't go on, so he had to withdraw his knife and retreat.

It turned out that Feng Wei sensed the weak point of the flow of the opponent's qi machine with his heart eye, so he turned from the flaw in the opponent's move to the weak point of the qi machine. It was this seemingly inadvertent simple change that faintly formed a momentum that intercepted the operation of Tu Leng's entire exercises, and even made Tu Leng have a strange feeling of falling into a trap......