Ning Yuhao condensed part of the true fire of the sun, his body finally moved, his crimson figure flashed, between the lightning and flint, it was already close to Ling Feng, the purple flame sword in his hand slashed rapidly, and before Ling Feng could fight back, an illusion of a red divine bird shaped like a vermilion bird appeared, a finch chirped, and a divine soul attack had invaded Ling Feng's mind. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info Ning Yuhao launched the soul technique of the Divine Soldier Ziyan Sword Weapon Spirit God Fire Sparrow. Once Ling Feng's divine soul was infested, after a moment's delay, the Purple Flame Sword slashed at it, and a blow with the Sun True Fire would definitely kill Ling Feng.

This is also because the power of the Sun True Fire is domineering, and the consumption is also incredible, even if he cultivates a Martial King-level technique, his skill is not inferior to that of ordinary innate masters, it is difficult to support it for a long time, the key is that he forcibly condensed the Sun True Fire with his own Burning Sun Sword Intent, and the consumption of soul power is extremely fast, and it must be resolved quickly!

However, Ling Feng's soul strength is as high as 111 points, which is not inferior to some beginner-level martial souls (Yin God), and has an indomitable will LV2 bonus, as well as a dragon bloodline resistance bonus, and this blow has very little deterrent effect on the divine soul.

Almost instantly, he was free from the influence, and his figure retreated sharply, leaving an afterimage in his wake.

The Purple Flame Sword in Ning Yuhao's hand pierced through the afterimage, and his speed did not decrease at all, attacking Ling Feng, who was retreating sharply.

Ling Feng's figure kept retreating, but the true qi in his body kept pouring into the Han Jiao Sword, giving birth to a dazzling white sword, retreating twenty meters in a row, he suddenly stopped, and slashed with his sword! Almost at the same time, a Han Jiao phantom flashed, but let out a dragon groan!

The Han Jiao Weapon Spirit devoured a lot of demon souls, and refined the essence blood of the Ice Giant Python, and the dragon soul grew by about two layers, and the power of this soul technique Dragon Yin was nearly half stronger than the soul dementor soul skill of ordinary low-grade divine soldiers.

Although Ning Yuhao also comprehended the sword intent, and his soul was not weak, he couldn't bear it, and his expression was stunned for a moment.

At this moment, Ling Feng had already slashed the Ziyan Sword from the side with a sword, and the majestic force made the Ziyan Sword instantly come out of his hand!

Ning Yuhao woke up in shock, his face suddenly changed drastically, and he was just about to rely on a scorching sun sword intent attached to the sword body to summon back the Purple Flame Sword.

Ling Feng had already shot at him and kicked Ning Yuhao in the chest.

With a bang, Ning Yuhao's chest sank, he flew backwards sharply, fell to the ground, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Ling Feng stretched out his hand and grabbed it, took the Ziyan Sword into his hand, and said indifferently: "You are defeated!"

Ning Yuhao's face was like ashes, his expression was dull, and he muttered, "Yes, I am defeated!"

But how could he be defeated? He couldn't figure it out, he was carrying the Xuanyang Dao Body, he was cultivating a martial king-level martial arts, and he was close to the peak realm of refining, and the quality of the innate true qi was already close to the higher-level true yuan, and he also comprehended the Burning Sun Sword Intent of the Burning Sun Peak, and a set of Burning Sun Sword Techniques had reached the realm of transcendence. This kind of martial arts is almost the first person of the younger generation of the Ziyang Sword Sect, he feels that his martial arts can at least enter the top 30 of the list, so he went out of the mountain to try the sword world, but he didn't think that it would be disadvantageous to become a teacher, and he was defeated in the hands of a loose cultivator whose cultivation was lower than his own!

In fact, he was defeated in his body and soul!

Not only him, but also Xiao Jianfeng, Nangong Aotian, and Li Rufeng next to him all looked stunned, but they didn't expect Ning Yuhao to lose faster after using a trick!

Nangong Aotian couldn't help but laugh and said, "It turns out that the so-called most amazing core true disciple of the younger generation of the Purple Sun Sword Sect is nothing more than that!"

Li Rufeng next to him was the same, laughing heartily, even the core true inheritance of the Ziyang Sword Sect was defeated, and it would not be ashamed if he was defeated, once Ling Feng was included in the list, he would feel honored!

Ning Yuhao's originally dead eyes suddenly became fierce, and he sneered: "Nangong Aotian, if your subordinates are defeated, even if you let you have one hand, you are not my opponent!"

At this time, Ling Feng said: "Ning Yuhao, now I will give you two choices, one is to fight for me, but I will kill you, take the Ziyan Sword, and face the pursuit of the Ziyang Sword Sect!"

Ning Yuhao smiled faintly and said, "Of course it's the first choice! There is no peerless powerhouse who has not lost in his life." Ten years ago, I was defeated by Nangong Aotian one after another, but now he is no longer worthy of being my opponent! From now on, you are my new challenge target!"

Ling Feng threw the Ziyan Sword over, and said with a faint smile: "It's an honor, I just hope you don't despair in the future!"

If a person chooses a target that is too strong as an opponent and can never surpass it, or even close the distance, he is likely to collapse!

And Ling Feng's system is possessed, and he has the experience of his predecessor, he is simply an evil suspected user, even if Ning Yuhao is a Xuanyang Dao body, I am afraid it will be difficult to catch up with Ling Feng's cultivation increase speed!

A moment later, Ling Feng returned to Mingyue Xuan's bedroom, locked the door, and pulled out the Han Jiao Sword, a small gap in the crystal clear sword body. In fact, it was not a gap, it was caused by the Sun True Fire attached to it when the Han Jiao Sword slashed the Ziyan Sword. Ling Feng spent 500 chivalrous points to summon the repair function of the system.

Immediately, a blue light fell on the gap of the Han Jiao Sword, and after a moment, the sword body was restored to good condition.

Then, the help of the crowd came to report, and there were refining masters who came to challenge.

At this time, Nangong Aotian, Ning Yuhao, and Zhao Lei were all injured, and although they all took the healing elixir, they would not fully recover until at least tomorrow.

Inevitably, Li Rufeng had another accident, and he decided to take action himself.

A moment later, the martial arts arena.

A middle-aged man wearing a cyan robe, a square face and a short beard, and a majestic face hugged his fists and said, "Zhong Zhenwei, the head of the Shenwei Dart Bureau, has come to ask for advice!"

Although this Shenwei dart bureau is not as powerful as the Zhennan dart bureau, the sub-bureau is all over the three southern states, but it is also the premier dart bureau in Cangzhou, Zhong Zhenwei is nicknamed the fist and sword, both inside and outside, boxing and swordsmanship have reached the peak, and the reputation is great in the rivers and lakes.

Ling Feng also clenched his fists and said, "Please advise!"

After a few moments, both of them moved at the same time, but neither drew their swords, but only attacked with punches and kicks.

Ling Feng used the five-shaped divine fist against the enemy, the two of them staggered back and forth, and after fighting only a dozen moves, Zhong Zhenwei was punched in the chest, making a sound of gold and iron resonating, and his body retreated sharply.

Zhong Zhenwei has also cultivated a secret golden bell jar of the innate level, and he has already reached the realm of the eleventh level, which is close to consummation, and after taking a punch, his blood will roll, but he is not seriously injured. He laughed and said, "Brother Lin's punching technique is really powerful, let's compete in swordsmanship!"

So, the two drew their long swords again and competed in swordsmanship.

After fighting more than 20 moves, the long sword in Zhong Zhenwei's hand was knocked away by Ling Feng.

Zhong Zhenwei looked free and easy, smiled and hugged his fists and said: "My fist and swordsmanship have lost to Brother Lin, it seems that in the future, the title of this fist and sword will be given to Brother Lin." ”

Ling Feng admired this person's martial arts and temperament, and hugged his fists and said: "Mr. Zhong is polite, but he was lucky to win a move and a half." If you have some leisure, you might as well have a meal together. ”

Zhong Zhenwei said with a smile: "I am betting an important dart to Yanzhou for my brother, but I just passed through Qinghe, and I deliberately took time out to learn martial arts with Brother Lin. Now, now that my wish has been fulfilled, I will continue on the road and bother next time. If Brother Lin goes to Cangzhou City, he must come to the dart bureau to sit down, so that I can pick up the wind and wash the dust for the virtuous brother!"

Ling Feng smiled: "I must go!"