Xiang Shaoyu had been deliberately hiding his strength before, making everyone think that he was just a late-stage cultivator in the foundation building now.

But Xiang Shaoyu didn't expect Yang Xiaofeng to be so difficult, and he couldn't defeat him even if he tried his best.

In this way, you can only expose your strength.

"It is rumored that Xiang Shaoyu has already entered the realm of Jindan, and it is indeed the case today. ”

"I didn't expect Yang Xiaofeng to be so tenacious that he could force Xiang Shaoyu to no longer hide his strength. ”

"Although Yang Xiaofeng is defeated, he is still glorious. ”

When everyone saw Xiang Shaoyu exposing his strength, they thought that the overall situation had been decided, and everyone in the audience felt pity for Yang Xiaofeng.

If the two cultivators are the same, the outcome is not yet known.

However, Xiang Shaoyu is already a Jindan cultivator, and the outcome has been decided.

The gap between Zhuji and Jindan is not as simple as one stage.

But Yang Xiaofeng never said that his strength did not reach Jindan.

"Yang Xiaofeng, take me a shot!"

Xiang Shaoyu's speed was so fast that he couldn't see it clearly with the naked eye, and he was killed in an instant after a few zhang separation.

Thunder flashed on the tip of the gun, and this gun was like thunder, and all the power was concentrated on the tip of the gun.

This gun set Xiang Shaoyu's cultivation of marksmanship, and even Xiang Shaoyu's body was flashing with thunder, like a thunder god descending.

Xiang Shaoyu practiced the thirteen spears of Benlei, and when he practiced to the fullest, the guns thundered and the momentum was huge.

Of course, its power should not be underestimated.

"One move to finish you!"

A shot stabbed, and Yang Xiaofeng was caught off guard.

Yang Xiaofeng's whole person retreated backwards, and the Beichen sword was horizontal in front of his chest.

Bite!

The thunderbolt was not able to cover his ears, and the tip of the spear pierced the Beichen Sword, and the thunder on it penetrated through the Beichen Sword and drilled from the Lao Gong acupoint in Yang Xiaofeng's palm.

This thunder mang, domineering and incomparable, is like a spiritual snake, more like spiritual power, can use the Beichen Sword as a medium, ignore all defenses, and drill in from the Lao Gong acupoint in the palm of his hand.

"Not good!"

Yang Xiaofeng was no one, and immediately realized that something was wrong.

It's a pity that at this time, it is no longer enough to think about it. That sword qi entered the body and wreaked havoc on the meridians, causing the entire right arm to be paralyzed and sore, and it became sluggish in an instant.

"It's now!"

Xiang Shaoyu's strength was added one more point, and the spear actually pressed the Beichen Sword to Yang Xiaofeng's chest.

Yang Xiaofeng, who was forced by this move, retreated again.

Xiang Shaoyu was unforgiving, and his strength was added by one point.

Yang Xiaofeng was tired of coping, retreated in embarrassment, and one foot was already on the edge of the ring.

"Oh no, if you take a step back, senior brother will lose!"

Offstage, Jinghua also sweated when he saw this scene.

The last person who made my senior brother so embarrassed was called Qin Chuan.

Yang Xiaofeng was losing and retreating, how could Xiang Shaoyu let go of this hard-won opportunity, and his spiritual power was urging, like a tide, and he was about to force Yang Xiaofeng out of the ring.

"Alas!"

Everyone in the audience sighed in unison.

"Get down for me!"

......

Rumble!

"You're not the only one who has reached Jindan cultivation!"

Yang Xiaofeng's long hair was scattered, and the golden pill in the dantian could no longer hide the light.

"Ahh

Yang Xiaofeng's spiritual power exploded, and the powerful energy shook Xiang Shaoyu back a few steps.

"It's another Jindan monk, and it's really a talented person from the country. ”

"This Yang Xiaofeng is really not simple, he is a Jindan monk at a young age. ”

When everyone in the audience saw Yang Xiaofeng's Jin Dan, they all showed surprise.

He looked a few years younger than Xiang Shaoyu, and he turned out to be a Jindan monk.

"It's exciting!"

Xiang Shaoyu stood with a gun, majestic as a god of war, and his eyes were full of fighting spirit.

This battle was really full of twists and turns, the two fought inseparably before, and then Xiang Shaoyu forced Yang Xiaofeng to retreat with a thunderous momentum.

Just when everyone thought that Yang Xiaofeng was going to lose, Yang Xiaofeng unexpectedly burst out with the power of the Jindan monk.

Under the turn of the peaks and loops, the victory and defeat have become confusing again.

"This kid really didn't disappoint me!"

Qin Chuan in the audience looked at Yang Xiaofeng on the stage, and his expression couldn't hide his excitement.

"Since I stepped into Jindan, I have never met a decent opponent, today, I am going to use you to try my wolf thirteen style!"

Yang Xiaofeng stabbed out with a sword, and between the sword qi rotation, there were many wolf-shaped phantoms behind the whole person.

At this moment, Yang Xiaofeng no longer has any reservations.

The first style of "Thirteen Styles of Running Wolves" - Wild Wolf Dance.

This move is used, the sword is sudden and fast, false and real, true and false, only one flaw is needed to kill the enemy under the sword.

However, how could Xiang Shaoyu do what he wanted, the spear in his hand danced, and the head of the spear suddenly turned into a sky full of stars, killing the oncoming wolf-shaped phantom.

At their level, even if they are defeated, they will not let the other party win easily.

The two of them fought a thrilling battle, and the sturdy boulder ring was cut by Dao True Qi like a chessboard with intrigued lines, and some of the traces were half a foot deep, like a ravine.

The two of them who used their full strength were really Jindan cultivation, and their destructive power far exceeded that of foundation building, and the momentum was huge, which was not comparable to the simple competition before.

"Xiang Shaoyu, take my move!"

The long sword danced, and when it was slashed, the sword qi turned into a huge wolf head, as if it was about to swallow Xiang Shaoyu in one bite.

"The second form of the thirteen wolf running wolf - the wolf roaring moon!"

"It's good to come!"

Xiang Shaoyu shot out, facing the huge wolf head without fear, and the fierce thunder poured out from the tip of the spear, shaking the wolf head.

"Flat Wind Thunder!"

Rumble!

A large pit more than three feet deep appeared on the ring, and the two of them stood on one side, and the fighting spirit in their hearts had reached its peak.

Li Changfeng and Dan Chenzi in the audience are ready to go up and stop them at any time.

The two people on the stage tried their best, but they couldn't stop it, and when they hit the critical moment, they didn't mean they could stop.

The people on the stage are fighting each other, and their strength is also equal, and no one can help anyone for a while.

At this time, there were no more people in the audience pointing fingers, only people watching this duel attentively.

Because this duel represents the highest level of this sect conference, and the realm of the two people on the stage has reached a level that they can't reach.

How could a mortal be able to talk about a battle of this level, if he could be inspired by the battle between these two people and comprehend the sword intent or something, it would be of great benefit.

Bang!

I don't know how many rounds they fought, sword tip to spear tip, Yang Xiaofeng's pale golden spiritual power and Xiang Shaoyu's blue spiritual power eroded each other, each occupying one side and holding each other.

The tip of the sword was on the tip of the spear, and it took a few breaths before parting.

Both of them were red, like evening clouds, which was terrifying.

"Hah...... Ha...... Ha ......"

Yang Xiaofeng gasped, he was already a little weak at this time, and his right hand holding the Beichen Sword couldn't help but tremble.

Xiang Shaoyu was definitely the most difficult opponent he had encountered since he had cultivated, and compared to the wolf demon last time, it was simply better.

Xiang Shaoyu forcibly controlled his breathing, and the hand holding the gun kept shaking.

His situation was not much better than Yang Xiaofeng's, and his mouth was in pain.

He never thought that Yang Xiaofeng would be so tricky, no wonder Qin Chuan spoke highly of him.

Think about it again, Qin Chuan said that when he was studying with him, he was still building a foundation and cultivating in the later stage, and the time interval was only half a month.

And he was now a Jindan monk, and such a cultivation speed was terrifying.

At this time, everyone in the audience couldn't think of anything else but to lie down, because the battle between the two was beyond their comprehension.

"However, I am uneducated, and I am lying in the world. ”

"Senior brother and this Xiang Shaoyu are really inseparable. ”

Jinghua said in the audience that the cultivation of these two people was far superior to him, and the speed was so fast that it seemed a little blurry with his cultivation in the later stage of foundation building.

The intensity of the battle between the two can be imagined.

"Yang Xiaofeng, come again!"

"Come on, whoever is afraid of whom!"

"Drink!"

The movements of the two were surprisingly consistent, one raised a sword and the other shot a gun, and their spiritual power was all over the ring.

The originally five-foot-high slate ring was reduced by one foot in height under the "destruction" of these two people.

The audience was also stunned, such a fierce battle, which had never happened in a previous game.

Clang!

Under the collision of guns and swords, both of them flew upside down in response, and between the spiritual power shocks, the rubble on the ring splashed. Some of the gravel even hit the audience, and you must know that the closest place to the audience is also two feet away from the ring.

The reason why they are separated by such a long distance is because the battle between the monks is not trivial, and the aftermath of the battle alone is not something that normal people can resist.

For safety, so so.

An audience member in the audience covered his mouth, and when he opened his palms and looked down, there were two teeth on his palms, and there were still a little bloodshots.

In mid-air, Yang Xiaofeng and Xiang Shaoyu come and go, I have a sword and a shot, and no one can seize the initiative.

"This guy is really difficult, and he is not much better than Qin Chuan. ”

Xiang Shaoyu thought so.

"This guy is really troublesome, even if he is dealing with Qin Chuan, he is not so troublesome. ”

"Ahh

Offstage, Qin Chuan couldn't help but sneeze.

"Could it be that girl misses me?"

Qin Chuan rubbed his nose and thought so.

After all, it is normal for him to become famous at a young age and have a few female fans.

Of course, if he knew the truth......

"Running Wolf Thirteen Style, Third Form - Running Wolf Chasing the Sun!"

This sword stabbed out, and Yang Xiaofeng's spiritual power rioted all over his body, like a pack of wolves on the grassland chasing his prey, murderous.

"Thunderball!"

When Xiang Shaoyu waved his spear, the whole person seemed to turn into a bolt of lightning, and he ruthlessly shook Yang Xiaofeng at that person's swordless Yang Xiaofeng.

Rumble!

The two flew out upside down again.

Clang!

The Beichen sword fell to the ground, and blood flowed from Yang Xiaofeng's right hand.

Looking at it again, Xiang Shaoyu's spear also fell to the ground, and blood flowed from his arm.

"These two are really hardworking, they're crazy. ”

Looking at the two people on the stage who did not show the slightest intention of retreating, Qin Chuan was very glad that he was not a member of the stage at this time.

These are simply two crazy people, just fighting, and the fight is completely like a death.