At the moment of life and death, Ling Lao appeared, abandoned his sword and raised his fist angrily, and beat Qingyun violently to disturb his dream!

"The gap in internal strength is too big, and it is still impossible to make up for it. Ling Feng shook his head and sighed softly, "It would be nice if Elder Ling was here, with Elder Ling's help, it shouldn't be a problem to stop this attack." ”

"Good boy, have you finally discovered my benefits in this dangerous time!" a familiar voice sounded in Ling Feng's mind.

It had been a long time since he had heard Ling Lao's voice, Ling Feng was so excited that his whole body trembled, and his face showed excitement that could not be concealed, "Ling Lao, you woke up in time!"

"I've woken up a long time ago, old man, just to see how far you can go in this competition without my help. Ling Lao nodded and said with a smile, "Your kid's performance is still good, and it is very good that you can come to this point with the strength of a seventh-rank great martial artist." ”

"If you don't show up again, I'll really go away!" Hearing Ling Lao say this, Ling Feng said with some complaints.

"Don't talk nonsense, with your current condition, you must not be able to take the last blow of that kid, hand over your body to me, and I will help you deal with him. Ling Lao nodded slightly, and said with a malicious smile, "The first time you occupy your body, it can be regarded as a breach for you!"

"Okay, you old man, after sleeping for so long, your mind is still so unconscious!"

Secretly scolding, Ling Feng slowly closed his eyes, at this time he had already handed over his body to Ling Lao's control.

Seeing that the blood was about to split on Ling Feng's head, and Ling Feng actually closed his eyes, looking at such a strange move, Mu Qingyun was also puzzled, "This...... Is Ling Feng going to give up, or is there another hole card?"

Yes, Mu Qingyun guessed correctly, Ling Feng's real hole card was Ling Lao, a remnant soul who was once a peak powerhouse of Martial Venerable.

When 'Ling Feng's eyes opened, the momentum of the whole person instantly soared to a terrifying level, this momentum was not weaker than Mu Qingyun in the air, and vaguely, it seemed to be much higher than Mu Qingyun.

"To deal with you kid, the strength of the Seven-Rank Martial King should be enough!" A strange smile flashed on 'Ling Feng's face, which was obviously different from the usual Ling Feng.

'Ling Feng' raised the jet-black short sword in his hand unhurriedly and said slowly, "What effect will it have if you use the strength of a seventh-rank martial king to perform a heaven-level martial art?"

"Heaven-level martial arts, twelve phantom kills!"

The black shadow flickered, and three Ling Feng's figures instantly appeared on the martial arts arena, Ling Feng shook his head, and said as if he was a little dissatisfied, "It is worthy of a heaven-level martial art, with the strength of a seven-rank martial king, he can only barely condense three phantom bodies." ”

This sudden change shocked everyone in the martial arts arena, "Why did this Ling Feng's strength suddenly soar so much, could it be that he also knew secret techniques?"

Huang Yan on the viewing platform suddenly stood up at this moment, his eyes were firmly fixed on Ling Feng in the martial arts arena, and in his black pupils, a blue light flashed, "It turned out to be a remnant soul with good strength! No wonder a strange smile appeared on Ling Feng's face before." ”

Huang Yan sat down slowly and muttered softly, "I hope you don't have any intentions for Ling Feng, if not, I don't mind letting you die again!"

Ye Guming and Phoenix in the stands also stood up at this time, and the faces of the three of them were full of incredible expressions.

"How could Young Master Feng burst out with such a powerful power here?" Feng Tianxiang stared at it for a long time, but he couldn't see any clues, of course, with Ling Lao's soul power, it would be really strange if he let him see something.

"It seems that the two of us have really found a strong master. Huang Wuji's face was also shocked, and he said slowly.

"Senior Brother Ling Feng, I'm getting more and more unable to see through you. Ye Guming nodded slightly, and muttered softly, "In you, miracles are always indispensable!"

......

Mu Qingyun's last bloody attack, under the siege of the three Ling Feng, dissipated in a moment, and at this time, a pair of crimson fire wings shot out from the backs of the three Ling Feng, fluttered a few times, and then rose into the air, far away from Mu Qingyun.

"Ling Feng, I didn't expect your secret technique to be even more terrifying, instantly elevate to a great realm, it seems that this is your final hole card!" Mu Qingyun looked at Ling Feng opposite, his face full of shock.

Since Mu Qingyun also thought that he had to perform some kind of secret technique to reach his current strength, there was no need for 'Ling Feng' to explain more, "Now my strength is also a seven-rank martial king, your martial arts have no effect on me, you admit defeat!"

"Although I don't have an advantage in internal strength, I don't fight until the last moment, and I won't admit defeat easily. The blood knife in Mu Qingyun's hand slashed out another ray of blood, and slashed towards Ling Feng in the air.

"Very well, it's a dedication to fighting, you kid...... Mu Qingyun is very good!" 'Ling Feng' flicked his wrist, and the jet-black short sword in his hand had disappeared, "Since that's the case, let's let you see the true power of heaven-level martial arts!"

clenched his palms into a fist, and then the fire wings on his back shook, and at an incredible angle, he easily avoided the blood drawn by Mu Qingyun, and at the same time, the three figures were like black lightning, and they had swept to Mu Qingyun's side in an instant......

"Let's go down!" Ling Feng lightly spat out a few words, followed by a snapping sound in the air, of course, it was just the sound of a fist hitting his body.

Before, it was Ling Feng's passive defense, but now the identities have been reversed, and the three 'Ling Feng' fists fell on Mu Qingyun's body like raindrops, and the latter also fell directly from the air on the martial arts arena after taking a few punches.

"Stop! Ling Feng, I admit defeat!" Mu Qingyun covered his face with his hands and shouted loudly.

I don't know if it was intentional or deliberate, 'Ling Feng' hit Mu Qingyun's face with a few punches, and he forced his handsome face into half of a pig's head.

"Old man, you did it on purpose!" At the moment when Mu Qingyun admitted defeat, Ling Lao had already returned his body to Ling Feng, Ling Feng, who had regained control of his body, saw Mu Qingyun on the ground, and a trace of unbearability rose in his heart, "He just promised to join me and ask the Sword Pavilion, if I regret being tossed by you like this, then I will lose a lot!"

"Who let that kid be so ignorant and disturb my sleep, don't worry, I'm just helping you establish a little prestige, dignified master, if you are bullied by your subordinates, what kind of system will it be. ”

If it was a bickering, Ling Feng was not Ling Lao's opponent, he shook his head helplessly, Ling Feng slowly stepped forward, helped Mu Qingyun on the ground, and said something that was not nutritious, "I'm sorry, I couldn't stop my hand just now." ”

As soon as these words came out, even Ling Feng himself felt that he couldn't say it, he had been so enjoyable just now, and now he said that he couldn't hold it, who would believe it?

However, this Mu Qingyun believed it, he grinned his teeth, and his speech was not very clear, "Ling Feng... Pavilion Master, I... I'm Mu Qingyun now... served. ”

Ling Feng was also very helpless, he could only sigh that the disciple of the Blood Demon Valley was acting strangely, he reached out and patted Mu Qingyun's shoulder, Ling Feng threw the healing medicine given to him by Huang Wuji, "Put it on, the effect is very good." ”

At this time, Ye Guming and Phoenix in the stands had already appeared on the martial arts field, Ye Guming stared at Ling Feng for a while, then turned to look at the people under the martial arts arena, "This time Fengqi Mountain quota competition, the final champion ......"

Ye Guming turned around, stretched out his hand and pointed at the black-clothed young man with a slightly pale face, and said loudly, "That's it, Ling Feng!"