Seeing that he was fine, Shui Rou went to another ring. Ling Feng looked at it from afar, but saw that the battle between Yang Qingxue and Su Yi was in full swing.

Su Yi used a sword, one move and one style, which was extraordinary, and Yang Qingxue used a slender emerald flute, the green shadow moved with him, graceful and moving, and the spiritual power on the field was permeated everywhere, and the fight was quite exciting.

Most of the disciples in the Luoxian Sect use swords, and it is rare for Yang Qingxue to use musical instruments as magic weapons, but there are also outstanding points.

The long flute is a blunt weapon, which can be held throughout the body, unlike the fairy sword, which can only hold the hilt. In her hands, this thing did not look like an attack weapon, but like a thing to play with.

After all, Su Yi's cultivation far surpassed that of other disciples in the same sect, and after a short time, Yang Qingxue felt a sharp increase in pressure, and finally voluntarily admitted defeat due to physical exhaustion.

The next game was for the third place with Ling Feng and Yang Qingxue, while the battle between Su Yi and Leng Zining remained in the final finale.

At this moment, on the sword floor, only the "Kun" position was left in the ring to compete, and everyone came around, naturally including the eight firsts.

Ling Feng looked at the woman on the other side with a frosty face, her pale blue dress fluttering under the burst of spiritual power, he had the feeling of loneliness and sultry standing on the field in late autumn, could this be the feeling in her heart?

Why is she so cold to him?

"Luoxia Peak Yang Qingxue, please advise. "It's just two sentences, like a stranger. Yang Qingxue's voice was crisp, but chilling.

Ling Feng also said: "Luoxia Peak, Ling Feng, I hope Senior Sister Yang will show mercy." ”

As soon as these words came out, the pot exploded below.

"What, they are all disciples of Luoxia Peak?

"Luo Xiafeng actually has a male disciple, how is it possible, he is really a blessing that he has cultivated for eight lifetimes. ”

"Luo Xiafeng can be regarded as raising his eyebrows this time. ”

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Yang Qingxue didn't say much, she raised the flute and played, and a sword qi slashed towards Ling Feng without a trace. His six senses are sensitive, and he dodges in time, and when he looks back, a narrow opening has been cut out of the place where he was standing, and it can be seen that the sword qi emitted by those music rhythms is very powerful.

Ling Feng broke out in a cold sweat and said secretly: "It doesn't seem that this is the technique of Luoxia Peak, nor is it the technique of Luoxian Sect, it is so powerful." ”

Shui Rou saw the two of them in the audience as if they were facing an enemy, and she couldn't help but sweat on her hands, and then Feng Huanyu next to her asked her: "Senior Sister Shui Rou, it seems that the exercises used by your disciple are not the exercises of our Luoxian Sect?"

Shui Rou nodded and said: "Yes, Qingxue used the unique technique of Lingyue Valley's "Phantom Sound Entanglement Heart Rhythm", it was her father Yang Junfei who personally sent her to Luoxian Peak to learn the arts, and she has made rapid progress over the years, not only practicing the mastery of the 'Phoenix Dance Nine Heavens' to the highest level, but also stepping up the practice of her own immortal method. ”

"It is said that hundreds of years ago, the incense of the Moon Valley was at its peak, and it was a great sect of cultivating immortals on the same level as our Luo Xian, but later the entrance hall withered, and it was no longer the past, since it was once brilliant, then the merits of their sect were outstanding, looking at her young age, her qualifications were so good, and it seemed that her cultivation seemed to surpass Ling Feng, who had a once-in-a-century lifeline. ”

"You may not know yet, Qingxue is the same as Ling Feng, the spirit vein is not mortal, she is the same as the vein of life, the 'vein of the yang spirit', the vein of life can live the flesh and bones of the dead, and the vein of the yang spirit can concentrate the essence and restore the essence. It can stimulate the limits of the human body, and the cultivation speed is a hundred times faster than ordinary people. ”

Feng Huanyu couldn't help but gasp and said, "It seems that you Luoxia Peak is really going to raise your eyebrows, and you actually picked up these two treasures." ”

While they were talking, Ling Feng was already stumbling, his body was as fast as a phantom, and he was constantly dodging the sword qi. This situation lasted for a long time, and Yang Qingxue's tone suddenly turned urgent, wanting to push him into a desperate situation.

Ling Feng jumped high this time, his body spun sharply, and countless green leaves flew around his body, and as soon as he drank it, the green leaves shot towards Yang Qingxue, like a flying knife with a handle, as fast as a shower.

Yang Qingxue hurriedly stopped playing and jumped up, but as soon as she was barely off the ground, a vine tightly bound her right foot and pulled her down.

She was in a hurry, and hurriedly shouted, using the "Phoenix Dance Nine Heavens Technique", and her spiritual power repelled the air, scattering all those green leaves.

But around the ring, in all directions, there were stout green vines, crawling towards her like long snakes.

At this time, Ning Bufan exclaimed: "What kind of spell is this, it is so magical, it is so skillful that it has won the merit of creation." ”

"This is the magic of the ancient mountain ghost clan, and it is difficult for ordinary humans to learn. Ling Feng is a child born of the union of humans and mountain ghosts, so he can have such a strange skill. Wan Tianshu explained.

"What kind of demon art are you?" Yang Qingxue was in the core, panicked and angry.

"It's the art of manipulating the wood spirit, not the magic of witchcraft. Ling Feng corrected.

"It doesn't matter what kind of spell you are, stinky boy, I'm going to teach you a good lesson today. Yang Qingxue hurriedly waved the emerald flute in her hand, and the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, cutting the vines in the ring to pieces. Immediately reciting the heart recipe silently, wings grew on his back, and spiritual power gushed out. Ling Feng also used the same technique, and the two faced each other in the air, and suddenly all they could hear was the rumbling explosion that continued to grow, getting louder and louder, and the air waves spread in all directions.

Looking from a distance, I saw that on the ring, two phoenixes, one green and one blue, were wrestling, and it was difficult to distinguish between them, and no one would back down.

"Senior Sister Yang, if we continue like this, we will lose both, how about we stop at the same time. Ling Feng saw that the momentum was not right, and hurriedly said.

But Yang Qingxue didn't hear it, and her eyes stared at him like an eagle, without any intention of admitting defeat.

"Didn't you ask me what you had offended me about? Since you entered the mountain gate, you are ordinary, and you have no outstanding features, why does everyone like you; it was obviously your mistake back then, why do you have to let the master bear it for you, causing her to be tortured; you are obviously so hateful, but why Senior Sister Yan still loves you deeply, I can't figure it out, so hate, why there are people like you in the world. ”

She finally spoke up!

Ling Feng froze, staring at her resentful eyes, reflecting his own clear shadow from her pupils. He had never looked at himself so seriously, and in an instant, he found that the woman in front of him was unexpectedly correct and irrefutable.

He saw that both sides had already used the ninth level of the "Phoenix Dance Nine Heavenly Technique", and the consumption of spiritual power was getting bigger and bigger, and the other party was about to force himself to lose, and the spiritual power was more than ten times higher than just now.

Ling Feng looked at each other, and from her pool of autumn water, he seemed to see the innocence of the little girl back then, as beautiful as a wind chime. But when I saw her again, there was only loneliness and sadness in her eyes.

What did this girl go through when he was away?

Ling Feng felt infinite pity in his heart, and he couldn't bear it for a while, and finally regained all his spiritual power.

At this time, the two sides have reached the white-hot stage of the fierce battle, and the blue and blue spiritual powers in the ring are staggered, and the center is like a round of tomorrow, the light is dazzling, and many disciples watching the battle can't see what the battle situation is inside.

But in the next moment, I saw Ling Feng spurting a mouthful of blood, flying out sideways like a kite with a broken string, with great force, accompanied by the exclamation of a young girl.

In the crowd, a white-robed middle-aged man swept into the air at an arrow-like speed, taking Ling Feng in his arms, this person was Wan Tianshu.

"Feng'er—" Shui Rou also hurried away

The disciples of Luoxia Peak's lineage all surrounded Ling Feng, leaving only Yang Qingxue standing on the spot, his face pale.