Tang Baixu is comfortable now, but Lin Lihua is not happy.

She stood next to Gu Xintong, her cheeks bulging, and she looked very angry.

"Oh, okay, isn't it just your opponent who has run away, so you can't vent. Gu Xintong comforted, didn't know where to take out a bun and stuffed it into Lin Lihua's hand: "Come, eat something, so that you won't be angry."

Lin Lihua took the bun and ate it in a big gulp, forgetting the unpleasantness just now.

After watching many duels, Fang Xun'an felt that he already had a general understanding of the fighting style, and now he just had to practice it.

Although there are fewer people today, the quality of the duel is much higher, and there is no longer a situation like yesterday, where a duel lasts for hours.

Maybe it was because Gu Xintong and the three of them waited too long yesterday, and they were compensated today.

Not long after Lin Lihua returned, it was Monsoon's turn to play, but this time, Monsoon should not be as easy to win as yesterday.

Because her opponent this time is Ge Dafeng, who won the brotherly battle yesterday.

Both of them are playful, but the styles are completely different, which is very interesting.

Fang Xun'an watched Ge Dafeng's battle yesterday and felt that with this guy's strength, Sister Ji Feng should almost be serious.

However, Gu Xintong and the others didn't seem to be worried about Monsoon's next opponent at all, and they were still chatting happily.

Monsoon was still the same breezy look, and there was no trace of nervousness on her face.

In stark contrast, Ge Dafeng's appearance was like a great enemy.

Yesterday in the competition with his brother, neither of them released their companion spirits, but today, he called out his companion spirits.

Ge Dafeng's companion spirit is a high-powered Qingyu Divine Eagle with a head and a person, and it is a powerful wind-based spirit beast, and its cultivation has also reached the peak of the second realm.

In order to show his respect for his opponent, Ji Feng also called Zifeng out.

Seeing that Zifeng had obviously just woken up, it yawned and jumped to the ground to stretch.

After Ge Dafeng saw the black cat standing next to Zifeng's legs, his pupils shrank slightly, and he said secretly: "Monsoon's companion spirit is actually a Midnight Phantom, but it seems that it has not fully awakened, which is good news." ”

Ge Dafeng clenched the knife in his hand, and the spiritual power in his body began to slowly accumulate, and he wanted to know what kind of gap there was between himself and Monsoon, who was also a wind cultivator.

"The duel begins!"

Nearly six meters after the wingspan of the Blue Feather Divine Eagle, under the flapping of its wings, a gust of wind was set off on the field, and Ge Dafeng clenched the machete, surrounded by a cyan whirlwind.

The monsoon stands in the midst of this strong wind but does not react in the slightest, just like the bottom of the sea under the waves, even though the sea is rough, the bottom of the sea is unusually calm.

Zifeng licked his paws, his golden eyes flickered a few times, and a black gas like ink appeared all over his body, staring directly at the Qingyu Divine Eagle that was constantly fanning the wind in the sky.

Ge Dafeng burst out, the green wind exploded all over his body, the spiritual power in his body flowed like a flood, and the machete in his hand made a gust of wind roar.

Ge Dafeng held a machete, the whole person jumped up, a gust of green wind held him in the air, and the green feather eagle in the air let out a long roar, the huge wings flapped suddenly, and the wind on the field changed the messy wind direction, as if he had consciousness in an instant, and flew towards the sky in unison, landing on Ge Dafeng's machete.

In just a few breaths, all the wind coalesced together like a long cyan whip.

"Drink!"

Ge Dafeng let out a low snort, and the big knife in his hand swung towards the monsoon, and the huge cyan long whip wrapped around the blade danced with it, aiming directly at the monsoon below.

The hurricane pierced the air and let out bursts of terrifying howls, a sound that made the surrounding onlookers shudder.

Ge Dafeng deserves to be a well-known figure in the sect, and the disciples who are watching can clearly feel that this wind whip and his move yesterday are more than a star and a half stronger than me.

Ge Dafeng didn't have reservations, he went all out as soon as he came up, as one of the three witches, Monsoon's strength must be unfathomable, if he still has reservations, it is simply stupid.

And this move is the most powerful one among Ge Dafeng's many big moves, and he hopes to use this move to make Ji Feng take this duel seriously.

Monsoon shook his head and chuckled in the face of this terrifying hurricane whip, and said: "The knife is not like a knife, the wind is not like the wind, you want to cultivate both, but you end up in such a nondescript end!"

She moved with her sleeves, and the wind suddenly rose again on the field, this wind was more pure and natural than the green wind of Ge Dafeng.

Ge Dafeng's Qingfeng venue, as long as a discerning person enters and takes a look, he will know that this is not a natural wind, and he can also know that the owner who inspires this gust of wind must be taking a fierce and domineering path.

But if a man is in the winds of a monsoon, he will only regard this wind as a pure natural wind, from which he will feel nothing but calm.

In short, Ge Dafeng's green wind contains too many impurities, which makes people feel that this is not wind at all, but a strange energy body.

With a wave of his hand, Ji Feng pointed his index finger at the terrifying cyan long whip, and the fierce wind on the field suddenly roared, and the huge cyan long whip rushed in unison.

They circled around this whip, assimilating and decomposing the wind power inside little by little, increasing their strength, and this cyan whip was rapidly taper and smaller at a speed visible to the naked eye, and when it landed on the monsoon, it had turned into a completely harmless breeze, just gently blowing the long inky hair of the monsoon.

Ge Dafeng saw that his strongest killing move was actually dissolved by Monsoon so simply, his lips trembled a little, and his eyes were full of words doubting life: "This...... How is this possible, my strongest move, actually ...... That's it?"

Although Ge Dafeng knew that his attack would not hit the monsoon, he should be able to force her to show a little strength.

But he didn't expect that in the face of his attack, Monsoon just waved his hand, and with her non-lethal gust of wind, he turned his strongest attack into her strength!

What a terrifying thing this is, and it is the first time that Ge Dafeng feels so powerless when facing a person.