The handsome young man climbed up, his face was like a purple sauce, he was also a young genius, but at the age of twenty, he stepped into the congenital, entered the inner door, and practiced penance for seven years, thinking that there was no problem in entering the top sixty-four, but he didn't expect to lose in the first game, and he was defeated in just two moves!

Most of the onlookers on the side also looked surprised, because many people knew him, this person's name is Liu Qingyan, he is a genius disciple of Lingcang Peak, his cultivation is already the peak of the middle congenital stage, his swordsmanship is extraordinary, and he is holding a substandard divine weapon, and he was defeated in only two moves, obviously this yellow-faced young man's martial arts is not simple, and his heart is full of vigilance!

Ling Feng also put away his contempt, although the yellow-faced youth's cultivation was almost transparent under his soul insight, it was only an old refining cultivation. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

But there are such masters in the first game, which shows that the Canglang Sword Sect is indeed Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and needs to be careful and vigilant.

At this time, an old man in a white robe raised a sign and said, "Xuancang Peak Zhu Haosheng!"

He is the elder in charge of the referee.

Then, the next one begins.

Because it is a primary selection, there are disciples who have just started in the early stage of congenital selection, and there are also people who are congenitally perfect. The difference in combat power is often very large, so the combat efficiency is extremely fast.

Soon, it was Ling Feng's turn to play.

In the ring, Ling Feng stared at his opponent, a middle-aged man wearing the standard white clothes of a Canglang disciple, with a short beard and a serious expression. The breath of this person's body was extremely cold, like a piece of ice that would not melt through the ages. Moreover, the skill is extremely strong, more than twice as strong as that of ordinary innate supreme masters, comparable to the sum of Zhou Zhijie's strong true qi cultivation plus majestic qi and blood, it is obviously the level of true disciples!

"Disciple of Hancang Peak!"

Ling Feng instantly distinguished the identity of this person from the true qi attribute. He originally wanted to say hello, but remembering Han Cangzhen's behavior against him above the main hall, he immediately pulled out the Han Jiao Sword!

At this time, the middle-aged man also pulled out a Xueliang long sword and said, "Senior Brother Lin, please!"

Ling Feng's expression was slightly stunned, and he said, "This senior brother, do you know me?"

The middle-aged man said with a smile: "Senior Brother Lin's outstanding performance in this demon eradication mission, Master reads it to us every day, and our Hancang Peak has spread all over it. It's really a blessing to be able to fight with Senior Brother Lin in advance today!"

Ling Feng clenched his fists and said, "Haven't invited the senior brother yet?"

The middle-aged man smiled: "Duanmulin!"

At this time, the referee elder spoke: "The competition begins!"

Immediately, two people moved at the same time!

The Han Jiao Sword in Ling Feng's hand instantly bloomed with a bright sword and slashed out quickly!

The long sword in Duanmu Lin's hand was not slow at all, blocking the Han Jiao Sword!

With a bang, the white sword gang stirred, and the two of them quickly retreated at the same time.

The first sword turned out to be evenly divided!

The seven or eight Han Cangfeng disciples all looked surprised, and one of them sighed: "It seems that Lin Feng is not in vain, this time the second senior brother has met an evenly matched opponent!"

Another humane: "Sixth, you just talk nonsense, how old Lin Feng is, it's nothing more than relying on divine soldiers and physical brute force, and his cultivation is far inferior to the second senior brother, you just wait and see!"

At this time, a female voice sounded: "Little junior brother, come on! If you lose, you will be punished for cleaning the toilet for a month!"

This is Ye Xiuyun who came, she just finished the competition, and hurried over.

At this time, in the ring, the two figures staggered back and forth, and the long swords kept fighting, and the fight was very fierce.

Every time he fought, Ling Feng could feel an extremely cold aura attacking his body. This is the true transmission technique of the Han Cang lineage, "Canglang Cold Soul Formula", the true qi attribute is extremely cold, which can freeze the opponent's qi and blood and slow down the opponent's attack speed. Fortunately, Ling Feng's dragon elephant golden body was extremely strong, and the power of qi and blood essence was extremely strong, and the cold qi that invaded his body was instantly melted by the scorching power of qi and blood.

The cultivation of the two is comparable, and the realm of swordsmanship has reached the realm of perfection, or the realm of supernatural transformation. It's hard to win with swordsmanship.

At this time, either rely on the ultimate body technique, avoid the enemy's sword moves to intercept, and kill with one blow! The so-called martial arts in the world are only fast and unbreakable, and the difference in speed has reached a certain level, even a child can kill an adult.

Either rely on the incomparably powerful strength (or cultivation) to directly break the enemy's defenses, or even cut off the enemy's weapons, and defeat ten times with one force to achieve victory.

As Ye Xiuyun's voice sounded, the power of Qi and Blood Yuan Essence in Ling Feng's body quickly condensed into his right arm, the power of his muscles and bones surged, and the white brilliance of the long sword in his hand was also instantly restrained, and he swung the sword again.

The long swords clashed, and with a bang, a surging force knocked Duanmu Lin back a few steps.

Ling Feng glanced at Ye Xiuyun in the audience, then looked at Duanmulin and said with a smile: "Senior brother, you heard, in order not to clean the toilet, I have to win!"

Duanmulin smiled but did not speak.

Immediately, his figure suddenly flashed, and he appeared in front of Duanmu Lin like lightning and flint, swinging his sword and slashing sharply.

"So fast!"

A thought flashed in Duanmu Lin's heart, but the sword movement was not slow at all, and the long sword in his hand slashed sharply!

However, Ling Feng's figure strangely turned into an afterimage and dissipated, appearing behind him in a flash!

Duanmu Lin's spiritual power sensed Ling Feng behind him, and he turned around and swung his sword quickly.

However, Ling Feng's figure still turned into an afterimage and dissipated, appearing on Duanmu Lin's side in a flash, and a sword slashed out quickly!

Duanmu Lin didn't expect Ling Feng's speed to be so fast, he was caught off guard, the long sword was difficult to parry in time, the situation was extremely dangerous, and he was likely to be cut in half! However, his expression was calm, and the cold true qi accumulated in dozens of points on his left arm suddenly condensed, instantly forming a layer of inch-thick Xuan Ice on his arm, and he immediately waved his arm rapidly, blocking the rapidly coming Han Jiao Sword.

Ling Feng's sword momentum changed from a direct slash to a sword slap at the last moment! The level of the divine weapon is incomparable, even if there is Xuan Bing to resist, it may not cut off the arm, but it may also lead to serious injuries that are difficult to repair. After all, it's not life and death, so he naturally can't be ruthless!

With a bang, the thick Xuanbing with a hardness comparable to Xuantie shattered instantly, but the shattering of the ice also resisted the tremendous force of the sword blade, so his left arm was not injured much. His right hand did not lag at all, and the long sword in his hand slashed Ling Feng sharply, and he was about to cut Ling Feng in half!

Ye Xiuyun couldn't help but shout: "Be careful!"

Ling Feng's figure disappeared in a flash at the moment when the sword blade approached.

Duanmu Lin's sword missed, his face suddenly changed, his figure suddenly turned behind him, and he swung his sword and slashed!

At this moment, a sword intent invaded his sea of consciousness, instantly engulfing it into the sword intent illusion, and in the midst of the turbulent heavenly river, the boundless waves turned into endless sword qi and attacked.

Duanmu Lin's soul power condensed, and the true intent of the ice condensed the endless deep cold, freezing everything, and the ice layer spread sharply, freezing the entire Tianhe. In an instant, the illusion of sword intent shattered like a mirror! He returned to consciousness, only to find Ling Feng standing beside him, a long sword already on his neck.