"After a few days of competition, the final ushered in the pinnacle of the showdown, followed by the final of this quota competition, the final winner will also be qualified for a year of cultivation in Fengqi Mountain, of course, the previous failed contestants do not need to be discouraged, after this competition, I believe you also have a lot of gains. ”

Ye Guming stood in the middle of the martial arts arena, this time he said more words, of course, as the lord of a city, he still had to say some words on the scene, "Okay, I won't say anything superfluous, gain or lose, the answer is already in your hearts." ”

"Next, the final final begins, the two sides are, Ling Feng and Mu Qingyun!" After announcing loudly, Ye Guming slowly walked down the martial arts arena, and when he passed by Ling Feng, a faint voice floated into Ling Feng's ears, "Senior Brother Ling Feng, you have brought me too many surprises in these battles, I hope you can achieve the final victory!"

Ling Feng didn't look back, but his firm steps had already told Ye Guming that he Ling Feng would definitely do his best to achieve the final victory.

"At this moment, the number of places in Fengqi Mountain's cultivation is no longer important to me. Mu Qingyun looked at Ling Feng on the other side and said lightly, "Ling Feng, I have already watched your previous battle with Ao Chenhan, I admit that your strength is very strong, and the only thing I want to do now is to compete with you." ”

Ling Feng nodded, and said slowly, "Mu Qingyun, you are not weak, I believe that today's battle, I, Ling Feng, will definitely remember it for the rest of my life." ”

"Since that's the case, let's fight!" Mu Qingyun nodded and smiled, "I also want to see if the miracle of the Seventh Rank Great Martial Master's victory over the Martial King will continue!"

When Mu Qingyun said this, he was not disdainful of Ling Feng, on the contrary, it was Mu Qingyun's affirmation of Ling Feng's strength.

For Ling Feng, Mu Qingyun was like most people before, he didn't think that Ling Feng would have much strength, but it wasn't until Ling Feng defeated Chu Xiong that Mu Qingyun began to pay attention to Ling Feng, defeating the Martial King with a seven-rank great martial artist, this was on the Xuanyuan Continent, although it had also happened, but he didn't want Ling Feng to be so easy, this cold but childish young man, it seemed that there were many places that he Mu Qingyun couldn't see through.

The moment Ling Feng defeated Ao Chenhan with his heaven-level martial arts, Mu Qingyun truly realized that Ling Feng's strength was not as simple as a seventh-rank great martial artist on the surface, at this time, Ling Feng was already capable of fighting him, and he was a fairly strong opponent.

Slowly taking out the battle knife, Mu Qingyun's momentum gradually increased, the strength of the Sanpin Martial King had been fully revealed, and around his body, there was still a faint layer of bloody aura.

"Ling Feng, take me and try it!"

The battle knife was wrapped in a trace of crimson flames, slashing towards Ling Feng, and Ling Feng didn't flinch, his toes tapped the ground, his body turned into an afterimage, and the jet-black short sword in his hand slashed out a cold light, and swept towards Mu Qingyun......

"Thorn of the Remnant!"

Seeing Ling Feng's figure disappear in front of his eyes, a faint smile appeared on Mu Qingyun's face, and Ling Feng's movements seemed to have been expected by him.

"Demon Slashing Sword Emperor!" Mu Qingyun turned his wrist, and the war knife in his hand volleyed out an arc-like sword, blocking in front of him.

It was also at this time that Ling Feng suddenly appeared in front of Mu Qingyun, the jet-black short sword in his hand was stabbing the sword, not only did it not break the sword, but a powerful rebound force from the sword bounced Ling Feng back several meters.

"Your speed is very fast, and your attacks are also very weird, but for me, it is not of much use!" Mu Qingyun smiled a little, and the battle knife swung several times in a row, and several flame blades appeared in front of Ling Feng's eyes in the blink of an eye.

Ling Feng quickly ran the "Five Elements Cultivation Technique", and the powerful power of heart fire instantly spread all over his body, and the jet-black short sword also shone with dazzling fire.

"Flame Dragon Sword Emperor!"

"Bang!" There was a loud noise in the martial arts arena, Ling Feng's body once again burst back a few steps, and a touch of solemnity appeared on his face, "This Mu Qingyun seems to know a lot about my attacks, can he see my movements clearly?"

"This shouldn't be possible!" With Ling Feng's current speed, he could already be silent with the Remnant Thorn, how could this Mu Qingyun see his movements clearly?

After seeing the faint bloody aura gushing out around Mu Qingyun, Ling Feng seemed to understand something, "It turns out that this Mu Qingyun can't see my movements clearly, he just judges the location of my attack based on the bloody aura around him." ”

"Because my arm is not explosive enough, I can't be silent at the moment of my shot, this Mu Qingyun is using this to judge the position of my attack, it seems that if you want to win this battle, I'm afraid it's not so easy. ”

"In that case, just let you sense my attack position!" A smile appeared on the corner of Ling Feng's mouth, his figure flashed again, and Ling Feng swept towards Mu Qingyun again, only this time in his hand, a cluster of white flames burned quietly......

"Extinguishing the flame, the wind slashes!"

On the jet-black short sword, a white flame burned, and where the flame passed, the faint bloody aura in the air instantly turned into nothingness.

After a few days of studying the Flame of Annihilation, Ling Feng was now able to use it freely, and it could be said that the current Flame of Silence had completely become a force in Ling Feng's body.

"Snort!" Although Mu Qingyun's battle knife still blocked Ling Feng's attack, but on Mu Qingyun's battle knife, a hole was pierced by the jet-black short sword, although the wind double slash did not have the speed of the afterimage thorn, but the attack angle was more tricky, and the strength was stronger, of course, the most important thing was that the wind double slash could make two attacks.

At the same time that Mu Qingyun was amazed at the terrifying temperature of the white flames, the jet-black short sword in Ling Feng's hand had already cut a deep wound on his right arm.

There was no blood coming out, but there was a pungent smell of burning......

Mu Qingyun's battle knife quickly swung out several flame blades, preventing Ling Feng from continuing to get closer, and while his body took a few steps back with his strength, widening the distance between him and Ling Feng, Ling Feng also saw a little panic in his eyes at this time.

"I didn't expect your white flame to be so terrifying, and I won't let you have this kind of opportunity again. ”

The blood-colored wings stretched out behind Mu Qingyun, his body instantly rose a few feet taller, and he stared at Ling Feng quietly, "Except for myself, no one has injured me for a long time, Ling Feng, let's let you see my true strength." ”

"Are you going to use the secret technique!" Seeing the blood light in Mu Qingyun's pupils, Ling Feng's face also changed slightly, "I don't know if my twelve illusion kills can resist it?"