Before this duel began, no one could have imagined that the fight would be so fierce.

The strength of both of them is the top existence among their peers, and this battle is destined to be extraordinary.

Both of them breathed heavily, but very quickly.

"This Xiang Shaoyu is really powerful, he can fight with his senior brother so far. ”

Jinghua and Sun Jun glanced at each other, and they both noticed the surprise in each other's eyes.

Yang Xiaofeng is strong and the two of them know it, even if the two of them are added together, they are not Yang Xiaofeng's opponents.

At that time, Yang Xiaofeng, like them, was in the late stage of foundation building.

It stands to reason that Yang Xiaofeng should be the top existence among his fellow practitioners, and Xiang Shaoyu can fight him to this point, and his natural strength does not need to be questioned.

"I can't believe these two guys are so good. ”

Qin Chuan looked at the two people on the stage and rubbed his nose helplessly.

Even if it is him, in the face of these two people on the stage, he is not completely sure that he can win, conservative estimates, five or five open.

"Yang Xiaofeng, come again!"

Xiang Shaoyu's right hand turned into a claw and sucked the spear on the ground into his hand.

"What am I afraid of Yang Xiaofeng!"

Swish!

The Beichen sword was absorbed into his hand, and until now, Yang Xiaofeng's fighting spirit in his heart has risen instead of falling.

The surging battle intent in his heart was like a raging fire, as if even everyone in the audience was affected by it.

Wow!

The audience was thunderous, and the cheers shook the sky.

"One sword turns into nine swords!"

The Beichen Sword was divided into nine, and the nine swords came out together, unstoppable.

Yang Xiaofeng walked with the sword, and at the same time as the sword was released, the person and the sword suddenly disappeared from everyone's sight.

"What!"

Not only the audience was surprised, but even Xiang Shaoyu was too.

He couldn't even feel Yang Xiaofeng's breath.

"What's going on!"

With such a change, Li Changfeng and others were also surprised.

Because of them, they couldn't feel Yang Xiaofeng's breath.

No matter how profound Yang Xiaofeng's cultivation was, no matter how ingenious the exercises he used, he was just a Jindan cultivator, and it was easy for a Yuanying-level master to find out his aura.

Within the reach of their divine senses, even an ant would not want to escape detection.

But now the situation is completely beyond their understanding.

When Yang Xiaofeng reappeared in front of people's eyes, he swung the Beichen Sword from nine different directions and stabbed at Xiang Shaoyu.

Nine directions, nine Yang Xiaofeng, the aura revealed was exactly the same, making it impossible to distinguish who was true and who was false.

"You only have one gun, but I have nine people, how are you going to break my trick?"

Yang Xiaofeng is full of confidence.

This move was his combination of the fourth form of the Wolf Thirteen Style with other moves, which was his whim, but he didn't expect it to succeed.

"What about nine, even if it's ninety, I'm not afraid. ”

Xiang Shaoyu's spiritual power exploded, and the powerful impact force scattered all eight of Yang Xiaofeng's clones.

The last one remained, stabbed out with a shot, and met it head-on.

Yang Xiaofeng's eight doppelgangers are certainly realistic, and even the breath is no different from the body, but after all, they are transformed by spiritual power, and it is really reluctant to resist the impact of Xiang Shaoyu's strong spiritual power.

The bigwigs of the major sects in the audience also nodded frequently, praising Xiang Shaoyu's extremely clever response.

If you deal with it according to a fixed routine, I am afraid that it will not be long before the enemy will figure out its routine.

There is no doubt that Xiang Shaoyu and Yang Xiaofeng have done a good job at this point.

"There are successors to the Spirit Sword Sect and the Tiandu Gate, these two are younger than the head of Ling Songzi and the master of the Zhang Gate, and they are not too reckless. ”

Li Changfeng said.

The divine consciousness was transmitted, and Dan Chenzi and several elders of Tiandumen heard it clearly.

One move was broken, Yang Xiaofeng made another move, and the Beichen Sword turned into ten thousand swords, and ten thousand swords were carried with him, and under the swing, it seemed that there was a rain of swords.

"Ten Thousand Swords!"

Xiang Shaoyu threw his spear, and the spear also became larger, catching up with the rain of swords in the sky, and there was no trend of decay.

The duel between the two Jindan monks was indeed extraordinary, and Li Changfeng also ordered someone to put up a protective cover.

After all, there are many ordinary people outside the field, and they can't withstand such a powerful spiritual impact.

The original five-foot-high ring slowly became shorter at a speed visible to the naked eye under the "destruction" of Yang Xiaofeng and the others, and in the end, there was no ring anymore, only a piece of gravel remained.

Fight until the ring disappears, this kind of thing has never happened in the previous conference, and it is still the first time that it has happened.

The previous competitions were all Wenbi, and after a little discussion, the strength between each other was already understood, and the results were already known, and there was no point in continuing to compare.

But these two people are different, this game has evolved from the beginning of the all-out competition, to the current life and death fight.

Both of them are extremely strong, if they can make them admit defeat, then it is really the sun that comes out of the west.

"Yang Xiaofeng, one move, how?"

Xiang Shaoyu stood on the ground, holding a spear majestic, his long hair fluttering in the wind.

He knew that the strength of himself and Yang Xiaofeng was almost the same, if the two wanted to divide the winner, it would be in vain to fight like this, even if the spiritual power in the body was wiped out, they might not be able to see a high or low.

"Just what I want!"

Yang Xiaofeng was ready to go, the Beichen sword was reversed, and the spiritual power of heaven and earth continued to pour into the sword.

Airplanes!

It seems to feel the crazy influx of heaven and earth spiritual power, and the Beichen Sword is also extremely excited, this sword that is not good-looking seems to come to life at this moment, with spirit and knowledge.

Xiang Shaoyu also began to accumulate strength, and the spiritual power of heaven and earth continued to gather on the spear, and the entire body of the spear shook.

Both of them understood the importance of this move.

One move determines the winner and loser, and there is no reservation between each other, and one shot is the strongest killing move.

Once struck, it is irreversible.

Li Changfeng and Dan Chenzi in the audience also stood up, and the two of them were ready to rescue.

The surging spiritual power fluctuations around Yang Xiaofeng and the others made even them feel a little dangerous.

If this time it is completely hit, its power is enough to make a big hole in the entire lawn.

"Ahh

The two made a move at the same time.

"Thirteen Styles of Running Wolves and Thirteenth Styles - Wolves Walk the World!"

"Thunderball!"

On one side is Yang Xiaofeng, whose sword qi has turned into a giant wolf, and on the other side is Xiang Shaoyu, who is thundering.

Both of them delivered the strongest blow.

At this moment, there is nothing to hold.

This battle is not only a matter of superiority but also life and death.

Rumble!

A powerful spiritual impact came from inside the protective shield, as if even the protective shield was about to be broken.

Fortunately, it was the three elders of the Yuanying Cultivation who set up the protective shield, and under their suppression, the fierce spiritual power was controlled within the protective shield, without the slightest leakage.

When the dust inside the protective cover cleared, everyone's attention returned.

They all want to know who is better than these two supreme geniuses.

It doesn't matter who wins or loses.

Today's battle is destined to go down in history.

Many people also feel that they have not run in vain, and they can see such a fierce battle, which is still at the Jindan level.

"It's worth it!"

When the dust cleared, the first person to appear in people's field of vision was Xiang Shaoyu.

I saw Xiang Shaoyu standing with a gun, like a god of war.

"Alas!"

Everyone sighed in unison, as if they were feeling sorry for Yang Xiaofeng for losing the game.

"Did Senior Brother lose?"

Jinghua and the others looked sideways, and even Hou Junji, who was very withdrawn on weekdays, couldn't help but look at it at this time.

Even he wanted to know the final outcome of the battle.

Before everyone came to their senses, Xiang Shaoyu suddenly fell to the ground and never got up again.

"Could it be that Yang Xiaofeng won?"

At this time, Yang Xiaofeng finally appeared in everyone's sight.

But he saw him fall to the ground with his sword, and fell on one knee, and within a moment, he also fell to the ground.

The two fought for so long, and it ended in a draw!

This fight is truly thrilling.

In the end, it ended in a draw that no one could have imagined.

Dan Chenzi quickly ran to Yang Xiaofeng's side and hugged him, and after checking it, he found that Yang Xiaofeng just fainted from exhaustion, so he was relieved.

Guo Liuzhi of Tiandumen also quickly checked Xiang Shaoyu, and there was no major problem, and he was also relieved.

Guo Liuzhi and Dan Chenzi glanced at each other.

Both sides were a little dissatisfied in their hearts, after all, their precious disciples were beaten like this.

But no one can blame anyone, and no one can say anything about things in the ring.

The sword has no eyes, but fortunately, there is nothing wrong with the two of them.

Otherwise, with Dan Chenzi's temper, I am afraid that it will explode on the spot.

Although Dan Chenzi usually looks very steady, when this happens, he will change from the usual steadiness and become extremely irritable, like a living thunder man.

If he broke out, with his strength in the late Yuan Infant period, the three elders of Tiandumen together might not be his opponent.

"Let's go, bring your senior brother back, and I'll heal him. ”

Dan Chenzi hugged Yang Xiaofeng, who was unconscious, and said, "It's really messy." ”

Dan Chenzi said angrily.

He knew the danger of this battle, especially this last move, both of them used their own killing moves, and the power that erupted was comparable to the attack of a strong person in the middle of Jindan's cultivation, and it stands to reason that both of them should be seriously injured.

I really don't know what made the two of them just faint without any harm.

With his strength, he didn't see what happened in the end.

......

After today's game, Yang Xiaofeng and the two made such a fuss, and the ring was razed to the ground, and Li Changfeng had to announce the temporary end of the game.

Wait until tomorrow, build another ring, and end the rest of the game.

Everyone also didn't have any opinions, after all, there was no place for the game, and no matter how much they had opinions, they could only wait until the ring was rebuilt.

In Yang Xiaofeng's sea of divine consciousness, Ling'er was a little angry.

"This kid is too nonsense, it's just a game, it's like a duel to the death. ”

"If I hadn't made a move at the end, I'm afraid these two little guys would have to be here. ”