Although Ding Xiaoyu is now sitting in the eighth position, his challenge is not the top, but it is the attention of everyone. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The last battle that Feng Mingfeng's disciples could still watch was Ding Xiaoyu's one.

After the bald elder announced, the red-haired Wang Feihong performed his elegant light skills to the ring, raising his narrow serrated war knife at Ding Xiaoyu.

And Ding Xiaoyu walked into the ring without hurrying, infusing internal force into the dragon pattern sword, brewing a strong sword intent.

The snow is falling, but there is still no sign of stopping, and the cold is heavy.

Many disciples gambled on this competition, but the Feng Ming Peak Lord and the elders did not gamble again, because they didn't want to put too much pressure on Ding Xiaoyu.

"Ding Xiaoyu, you are really a dark horse. But that's the end of it, you should be self-aware, otherwise you'll be in a pretty miserable situation. Wang Feihong sneered.

"It's come to this, it's like an arrow on the bow, and it has to be sent. I've seen you with a great flaming blade before, and I'd like to see it now. Ding Xiaoyu said very calmly.

Wang Feihong slowly waved the sawtooth sword, and the vermilion flames rose around him, and the temperature above the ring also rose.

"This is not the Flame Quick Knife, but the Fire Lotus Fury Slash!"

Wang Feihong slashed the sword qi layer by layer, and said proudly: "My father was once seriously injured and dying, and exchanged his life savings and contribution points for this sword technique secret book in the sect library pavilion. And I have already achieved a small success, and you so-called genius disciples are just stepping stones. ”

Most disciples who didn't have much eyesight couldn't see the subtlety of Wang Feihong's move, but Ding Xiaoyu understood that Wang Feihong's seemingly slow knife was constantly superimposing these sword qi that emitted vermilion flames.

As a result, when these sword qi converge according to a specific orientation and angle, there will be a greater burst of power.

Ding Xiaoyu didn't dare to slack off, and immediately used the "Ascending Dragon Piercing the Clouds" style of the Dragon Walking Sword Technique, and in an instant, he used the backhand change tricks of this style to evolve.

The pale golden sword qi swirled and rose, just like a golden dragon leaping, and the momentum was surging.

And so many vermilion sword qi emitted by Wang Feihong before were like red lotus petals at this moment, carrying them layer by layer.

The golden and red sword qi swords were so dazzling and entwined together, and their spectacular brilliance had already obscured Ding Xiaoyu and Wang Feihong.

The people of Fengming Peak who were watching the battle around were all dazzled, and the masters of Fengming Peak Lord and Elder were not watching the battle with their eyes, but listening to the sound and identifying the position, and feeling it with their minds.

Maybe the so-called idea sounds mysterious, but for a master, it can really be grasped very well.

Many people shouted the names of Ding Xiaoyu and Wang Feihong respectively, which was more lively than the previous quarterfinals, after all, this was the final finale.

In essence, the martial arts of Wang Feihong and Ding Xiaoyu are not comparable to those of Xu Shaoquan, who are ranked highly, but the visual shock they bring to the spectators at the moment is incomparable.

The clash between the dragon-patterned sword and the serrated sword made a sharp metal collision sound, and the sonorous sound was endless.

Wang Feihong saw that Ding Xiaoyu really had some ability, and he became more and more explosive, he had high aspirations, and now was the time to emerge, of course he had to win beautifully.

As a result, Wang Feihong quickly changed his body, quite agile and fast, like a ghost.

Wang Feihong circled around the ring in a large circle, causing a series of phantoms to form a series of phantoms in the position he passed, enveloping Ding Xiaoyu in it.

Each phantom has a stance, and the angle from which it will attack is tricky.

If it is said that he has to deal with every move, Ding Xiaoyu has to take it seriously, but in general, there are more than twenty phantoms that can exist for a few breaths. If you say that you have to prepare for it separately, you really have to take care of one thing and lose the other.

Once Ding Xiaoyu was ready to deal with the attacks of some phantoms, then there would be a fixed posture, and then Wang Feihong would suddenly launch a thunderous attack from the position of any other phantom.

At that time, Ding Xiaoyu was like fish on a chopping board, and he had to be slaughtered.

"Senior Brother Ding, you should now completely understand the gap between the two of us! There is no need to compare at all, you have to accept your fate. Senior brother, I can only try not to hurt you. Wang Feihong sneered.

Seeing that Wang Feihong's many phantoms continued to shrink the encirclement, the red lotus-like sword in the air was getting closer and closer, and the blazing air made the people around the battle choke and cough, and they couldn't breathe.

Ding Xiaoyu was still very calm, and his breathing was slightly restrained, trying not to be affected by the blazing air.

He suddenly looked up to the sky and smiled, and said, "Your trick is really good, and it is difficult to defend against." But why should I be led by the nose by you, you have set up such a situation, do I really have to solve it?"

"Hmph, Senior Brother Ding, don't be crazy anymore. Now you have no way to go to heaven and no way to enter the earth, and you are in a desperate situation. Quickly shouting that admitting defeat is the best policy. Wang Feihong said as he used the purest attack of the "Fire Lotus Fury Slash".

To be precise, all of Wang Feihong's actions before were to pave the way for this moment.

And now, Wang Feihong can be regarded as the real killer move of the Fire Lotus.

Ding Xiaoyu understood that the first seven moves of Wang Feihong's killing move were the most ferocious, and if he couldn't resist it, of course he would be defeated. And if Ding Xiaoyu can grit his teeth and resist, then he will most likely be able to reverse the situation later.

"Maybe the high level of the Fire Lotus's Fury Slash is quite terrifying, and there are many moves that are more ferocious. But Wang Feihong is only a preliminary connection, and I must firmly believe that I can stop it. ”

Ding Xiaoyu's heart quickly flashed such a thought: "If you are young, you should have the spirit of fighting, even if you haven't fought after all, when there is a life and death crisis, the cultivation of the Lord of Fengming Peak should be able to save my life." ”

In fact, even if Ding Xiaoyu has been depressed all these years, he is essentially a resolute and brave hero.

At this moment, Ding Xiaoyu has already made up his mind in his heart, so he will not hesitate, make a direct and decisive move, and give it a go.

Ding Xiaoyu did not focus on dealing with a certain phantom of Wang Feihong, but exploded all the internal forces and physical strength, and used the "Dragon Soaring World" of the Dragon Walking Sword Technique.

At the same time, Ding Xiaoyu's heart was ethereal, without any distractions, and the sword intent of the drunken sword was also brought into play.

It is not an easy thing to use the sword intent of the dragon sword technique and the drunken sword together, and if you don't pay attention to it, you will be in danger of going mad.

What's more, this may not work, but Ding Xiaoyu still decided to give it a try.

"Emptying one's heart is like a bird flying without concern! It seems to be drunk but not drunk, and it seems to be awake but not awake...... Half-drunk and half-awake day after day, the hermit of the wine cup and flower branches ......" Ding Xiaoyu silently recited the mental mantra of the drunken sword in his heart.