There was no shortage of realm-level strength among the people present, and among them there were several domain-level powerhouses, and they naturally knew what the heaven and earth changes caused by the wind toughness palm represented.

But the grade of a martial art is high enough, and the power is strong enough to cause a crazy riot of the power of various elements in the void, once it is cast, it seems that there is a strange scene that moves this heaven and earth, just like the trick that Feng Heng used to break through the nine shadows.

At that level, at least it is also the Eight Rank Martial Arts.

How can it be?

This thought came to the minds of countless people, and they couldn't believe that this kind of martial art, which was enough to become the finale killer of a first-class force, would appear here, and the user was not a domain-level strength elder accompanying an academy, but just a student participating in the competition, and his strength was not more than a realm-level one.

Indeed, if the strength of the first level of the realm level appeared in a young man with a weak crown, it would be very extraordinary, but this did not mean that he would be able to control the eight-rank martial arts that would be coveted by the domain level powerhouses. This level of exercises, the large amount of true qi required when cultivating, is simply something that a person with this kind of cultivation can afford.

Moreover, even if it can be used, the violent force flowing at high speed in the meridians is not something that the physique of a person with a level of strength can easily withstand, and it is very likely that before the actual attack, it will self-explode and destroy due to the uncontrollable power.

But all this is beyond common sense and really appeared in front of everyone. Although the energy fluctuations that many powerhouses could sense from this move of Feng Ren were not strong, not to mention that it was not as good as the Ten Thousand Burning Heavenly Blade that Han Negative Evil had used at this moment, and it was even far inferior to the Imperial Dragon Sword Gang that he had used before, no one would doubt the level of this martial art.

The unique nature of the Eight Rank Martial Arts causes changes in heaven and earth, which cannot be faked, and it is by no means easy to fake. In addition, no matter what, Han Negative Evil's Red Flame Giant Blade was finally taken over by Feng Ren's raised right palm.

"How is it possible? What is your move?" Han Chengyi shouted, but he found that no matter how much he urged the true qi between his arms, he could no longer let this killer move continue to slash even a little, and there was an incredible shock on the hideous face that was red by the firelight.

Feng Ren didn't show any expression, no joy, no banter, just said lightly: "Qiankun heaven and earth, eternal reincarnation, the sun, moon and stars, are all here, the Tao is natural, and there are all kinds of things." ”

The tone was very plain, but there was an indescribable solemnity in it, as if there was a god in front of them at this moment, and the sense of majesty that came with it was irresistible.

At this moment, in the wind and tough eyes, the left eye is filled with endless darkness like the night sky, and the right eye is like a bright golden light like the scorching sun.

The palm of his hand twisted slightly, and circles of looming translucent pale gold runes diffused from all over his body, slowly rotating around his not too tall and majestic body, as if he was performing some unknown ritual handed down from ancient times, and a solemn aura suddenly emerged, sweeping the entire arena.

At this moment, everything seems to be frozen between heaven and earth, and only Feng Ren is left dancing to his heart's content, composing his own unique music. The rest of the people are just foils, and they can only quietly watch and listen to his interpretation.

The anger in Han Yingxie's chest churned, he didn't expect that a person whose cultivation was not as good as himself would be able to show himself again and again in this battle today, completely overwhelming him in momentum.

"Stop pretending to be a ghost!

With a heart-rending cry, Han Yingxie's eyes were once again filled with pitch black, and the giant blade in his hand was raised again and slashed behind his back, and the original crimson was quickly covered by the inky black injected from his arms, turning into a very weird and terrifying dark red.

The Ten Thousand Burning Celestial Blade slashed down again, and this time, the power was even greater than before. So much so that in order to strike this blow, Han Yingxi's long sleeves on his arms were shattered with wafer ashes, and the muscles and veins on the surface of his thick arms were abrupt, and they continued to crack scarlet blood marks, and hundreds of blood droplets spilled into the air.

Who knows, the result is still the same, under the resistance of Feng Ren's right palm, he can't continue to cut it at all.

"In vain. Feng Ren shook his head, and his outstretched five fingers suddenly closed together.

In an instant, the dark red giant blade shattered inch by inch, and the shattered large flame of light did not sweep through the sky, but was silently and completely extinguished surrounded by the circle runes that diffused from Feng Ren's body, and dissipated not a single bit. It's as if everything has returned to its roots and never existed.

This time, the collision fluctuation was far less powerful than the momentum created by Yanlong Binghuang when the second team of Jin Xuan played against the Hongwu team, which made the members of the referee's bench who had long been nervously guarding the edge of the arena ready to lay down an enchantment to block it at any time, and they were very puzzled.

Off the field, Zhuge Tiance's face showed a shock that had never surfaced before except in Niutou Mountain, it was not that he had not seen many eight-rank martial arts, but it was the first time he had seen the eight-rank martial arts without strong energy fluctuations like Feng Ren, but it was such a light move, but it was able to easily disintegrate the incomparable Ten Thousand Burning Sky Blade.

"It's ...... It's really hateful, he has been hiding from us for so long, I thought it was ...... cough cough cough ......" Yu Wenkun, who finally opened his eyes and woke up, smiled helplessly, and the left fist that he had held from the coma before was also weakly opened, and a blood-stained storage ring lay quietly in the palm of his hand.

"You know that?"

Zhuge Tiance asked when he heard this, and Yu Wenkun was immediately silent, no matter how his companions asked, he didn't speak again. However, several students of the Jin Xuan team did not dwell on this matter for too long, because the battle in the field was still not over, and the battle between Feng Ren and Han Zhixie continued.

The moves of both sides had been exhausted, and Han Negative Evil fell directly from the air to the ground, lying on his back, his face was sickly pale, and his limbs twitched slightly, very weak.

And Feng Ren was not much better, after dissolving that move of the Ten Thousand Burning Sky Blade, the circle runes around him also disappeared immediately, and his right palm instantly hung down weakly, and then the whole person fell to the ground as if he had been drained of his strength.

Both of them fell to the ground, and the referee didn't know how to announce the victory for a while, so he had to turn his head to look at the high seat of the seat, but it was not the position of the referee's seat, but the location of the North Court Emperor.

Beiting Huang saw the referee looking at him with inquiring eyes, but he just shook his head slightly, signaling the other party not to announce the result of the game first, but to wait like this.

The next quarter of an hour passed as if it were decades, and the two figures stood up again almost simultaneously, staggering, but finally regained their footing. They glanced at each other from a distance of more than ten meters, and without any superfluous words, they held their blades at the same time.

The chain sword hummed and swirled in midair, and although the flame of the Calamity Flame Sword was not as violent as before, it was also not to be underestimated. And behind Han Chengxie, the scarlet condensed wings danced with all their might, and the wings formed by the surging flames were each more than ten meters long, and they flapped very dexterously like real wings.

His speed increased instantly, and even in his previous peak, he had never been so fast.

Final Blow, Red, Triple Speed!

Feng Ren was not to be outdone, the crimson Soul Sword was drawn out and dragged on both sides of his body, and the many dimmer Illusion Flame Heaven Wings shook, and the speed was not slow at all, but it was still a little far behind Han Negative Evil at the moment.

It was always the chain sword that was the first to be thrown out, Han Negative Evil roared and danced the arc of orange light on his left hand, relying on his speed, he slammed the Soul Twin Swords away head-on, and then the catastrophic flame sword that stabbed straight towards Feng Ren's wide open chest, that formation was obviously about to directly penetrate the opponent's body.

Between the lightning and the fire, a large area of disillusioned light and shadow appeared at the edge of the wind toughness's body, and as the eight wings behind him continued to change, the whole person instantly shifted out, and the powerful and ferocious Calamity Flame Sword only pierced an afterimage. And the next moment, the Soul Scorching Twin Swords slashed back suddenly, slashing directly at Han Negative Evil's side neck.

Seeing this, Han Yingxie's face turned pale, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and the chain sword bent and stabbed out quickly, circling and rolling like a spiritual snake, and in the blink of an eye, he surrounded all the wind and toughness of the double swords, and then contracted, twisting with all his strength.

The Soul Scorching Sword, which was extremely sharp in battle before, was now as fragile as a boiled eggshell, and as soon as it was wrapped around the chain sword, the blade was directly cut off from the middle and shattered, turning into a little red light.

Damn! Feng Ren roared in his heart, and at the same time hurriedly pulled back, the chain sword that turned into an arc of orange light almost clinging to his head, and the burning meaning on the blade was clearly palpable.

With the help of the harmonious power of the forest, Feng Ren finally separated the two attributes of light and darkness mixed together in his body, and everything just returned to calm. But because of this, the true qi that could circulate between his meridians was close to being exhausted, and the still gorgeous dodge just now almost exhausted the last few traces of internal strength.

Otherwise, the Soul Sword would not lose its regeneration and become so vulnerable.

Han Yingxie's chain sword continued to whistling out, and with his skyrocketing speed, Feng Ren dodged very embarrassedly, and the sharp blades covered with jagged teeth slashed past him again and again, and in the blink of an eye, the aqua-blue robe was left with pieces of ruined cloth, and what was more conspicuous was the fresh blood marks on his body.

"Wasn't it very good to fight before? Didn't you even crack my seven-rank martial arts? Come on, go on! Do you really think you can win? I tell you, it's impossible!" Han Ying's evil smile continued, and the dance of the chain sword became even more rapid. His intention was very obvious, not to kill Feng Ren directly now, but to prepare to continue to traumatize the other party like this, and then watch him lose too much blood and die of despair.

Sneer!smack!snort......

Traces of blood splashed from Feng Ren's body, and now he was even more scarred than Yu Wenkun in front of him, but his right hand had been hanging down strongly at his side, and there was a faint pitch-black lightning leaping in his palm.

"Die, die, die, disappear for me!" Han Yingxie's fierce laughter became even more piercing, and at this time, his face was almost only distorted with violent intent, and the Calamity Flame Sword was still held aside, only using the chain sword to continuously attack, bringing up a trace of blood. And seeing these scarlets, he was even more excited.

was slashed by three swords again, and Feng Ren had no choice but to raise his left arm to block in front of him, and his long sleeves were shattered in a blink of an eye.

Han Ying's evil expression became more and more hideous, and after a sword repelled the wind like a long whip, the blood wings behind him jumped into the air, and an arc of sharp orange light swept out of the air, and the target was the opponent's throat.

"It's over!" Han Yingxie's wild laughter filled the air.

Almost at the same time, Feng Ren suddenly raised his head, a touch of coldness swept through his eyes, and the illusionary wings that had dissipated before unfolded again, although both the size and the light were far inferior to before, but also as his body shook and transformed into the afterimage of the debut Dao Void, he leaned over to the limit to avoid such a deadly sword.

"It's not that simple!"

Feng Ren shouted angrily, and his right palm, which had been stored for a long time, suddenly poked out, hitting the arc-shaped chain sword that was withdrawn, and the pitch-black lightning that jumped wildly was instantaneous.

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