Mo Zhentian's squinted eyes revealed a trace of cold killing intent, and now his resentment towards Ling Fei was too deep, like a bottomless pit, without any bottom line. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Since the first time the two met, Mo Zhentian had never won against Ling Fei, even after he was deposed.

The more Mo Zhentian thought about it, the more unwilling he was in his heart, Yuan Li rolled in his body, mighty, and the surrounding dust was blown up.

With one hand, he slapped Ling Fei in the air, and a three-foot-large ball of cyan light suddenly emitted and flew towards Ling Fei's head.

Ling Fei's hands were wrapped in golden yuan power, and he actually took the ball of light with his bare hands, and the powerful force simply pinched and exploded the three-foot-large blue ball of light, which suddenly exploded, and a cloud of gunpowder smoke swept around him, making it impossible to see Ling Fei's situation clearly.

At this moment, Mo Zhentian had an extra sword in his hand, which was actually the upper-level magic weapon Yang Feng Sword that he had dealt with Ling Fei in Hongfu Restaurant.

In the smoke, I saw a golden light burst out, and then Ling Fei's figure was revealed. Faced with the attack of the sword marks, Ling Fei didn't have time to dodge, and crossed his arms in front of him.

Wow!

The crisp sound filled the audience, which was extremely beautiful, but at this time, no one could listen, and they were all nervously watching the situation. The sword marks slashed at Ling Fei's arms, and through the sleeves of his clothes, two deep blood marks were printed, which looked extremely hideous.

With one move, Mo Zhentian's expression was slightly proud, and another sword slashed towards Ling Fei.

A trace of anger flashed across Ling Feijun's face, he picked up the blood drinking sword, pulled the sword out of the scabbard, raised his wrist, pulled out several sword flowers, and formed a sword wave, surging endlessly, facing the sword rays flying sideways.

Bang!

The two collided, and the sword shadow above the air rubbed the debut spark. The crashing sound continued one after another, creating a strong gust of wind.

Although the Blood Drink Sword was only a mid-level magic weapon, Ling Fei didn't believe that the Blood Drink Sword was seen in front of him, maybe the level of the sword was higher, but it was only a little damaged, and one day, Ling Fei would inevitably restore the Blood Drink Sword to its peak state.

At this moment, the red light of the Blood Drinking Sword flickered, bursting out with a thousand feet of red light, which made people look extremely demonic, and the people in the audience were also extremely surprised, is this red sword really just a mid-level magic weapon?

Ling Fei shouted, the blood drinking sword raised his finger to the sky, and the blood-red light flashed, and the whole body flashed with red light, which was very dazzling.

Suddenly, the red light on the body of the Blood Drinking Sword shrank sharply, and it became an ordinary sword in an instant, and then, a blood-red spot of light emitted from the tip of the sword, red light shot out, and the red light of the Dao Dao came from the tip of the sword, spinning rapidly at a speed that could be seen clearly by the naked eye, and it was brilliant.

Ling Fei injected a pure Yuan Force into the Blood Drinking Sword, only to see that the Blood Red Radiance became extremely dazzling, making it impossible to look at it directly, as if it could compete with the sun in the sky.

Rising from the ground, Ling Fei stood upright on the top of the air, holding the Blood Drinking Sword with both hands, and slashed down towards Mo Zhentian underground.

The sky-splitting blow fell suddenly, and a huge blade flashed out, causing the surrounding air to vibrate with powerful energy, and the buzzing sound continued to be heard. The sky was full of dust, and the air became cloudy.

From a distance, the scene above the stage is no longer visible, as if it has been washed away by a hurricane, and it has kicked up endless dust.

Ling Fei shouted violently, and the blow that split the sky slowly fell, and Mo Zhentian scolded in a low voice: "Damn, this guy still has so much yuan power in his body. The sudden blow Mo Zhentian didn't dare to have any carelessness.

All the energy around the body is released, like a rolling river, which seems to be endless. Layers of cyan yuan power wrapped Mo Zhentian's whole body, looking at it from a distance, making it look like a 'green man'.

Mo Zhentian put the Wind Raising Sword in the air, his hands were placed horizontally in front of his chest, and the palms of his hands flashed with blue light, laying a defensive barrier outside his body. He shouted in a low voice: "Wind catcher!" I saw the blue light in my right hand flash and grab it towards the giant blade. A large green hand poked out from behind it and grabbed at the giant blade.

Rumble!

The two collided, and the powerful destructive force produced a huge explosion, driving a violent wind, and the surrounding air became very tyrannical. The overwhelming Yuan Force swept up, and the competition platform was trembling violently.

Everyone in the audience gasped, and Da Hei, who was not far away, kept watching everything on the field, his expression remained unchanged, and he couldn't see a trace of panic. But Ling Wei and Yan Xiru on the side were full of worry on their faces, and they were all worried about Ling Fei. Especially Yang Yuer on the side, watching the fierce fight on the stage, tears were about to fall.

When the smoke cleared, two figures were revealed on the stage, and their clothes were all destroyed. With multiple injuries fluctuating, Mo Zhentian picked up the Wind Raising Sword and slashed at Ling Fei again.

Ling Fei snorted coldly, and unleashed a powerful momentum without showing weakness, his mind locked Mo Zhentian, and the golden light flashed under Ling Fei's feet, turning into an afterimage to dodge his attack.

Scratching through the messy traces, Ling Fei quietly stood behind Mo Zhentian and slapped his blade towards the back of his head. Mo Zhentian screamed badly, and hurriedly raised his hand to block it.

But in the end, it was not as fast as Ling Fei's movements, and he couldn't stop it, and was slapped on the head by Ling Fei with a palm.

Mo Zhentian just felt his brain buzzing, and then his body trembled, and he almost collapsed.

Seeing this, Ling Wei and his wife in the audience snorted softly, and put the heart suspended in their throats in their stomachs, Yang Yu'er clapped her hands happily, and a smile appeared on her pretty face, which made some of the young monks around her feel admiration.

Mo Zhentian took a few steps back one after another, and then gradually stabilized his figure, and said, "Bastard, you forced me, let's die." After speaking, he took out a pitch-black crossbow from his bosom.

Seeing this, Ling Fei's heart was shocked, he vaguely felt that this extremely ordinary-looking long crossbow put his life in danger, and this was just a feeling.

Ling Fei's expression was solemn, looking at Mo Zhentian with vigilance, Ling Fei suddenly had an ominous omen, and a layer of golden light flashed around his body.

Seeing Ling Fei's solemn face, Mo Zhentian laughed, the pitch-black long crossbow was called the Shocking Crossbow, it was a middle-level spiritual weapon, and it was the weapon that Mo Zhentian's grandfather lent him.

Mo Zhentian smiled: "Ling Fei, you can't die under this shocking crossbow. Haha laughed, and the pure Yuan Power between heaven and earth converged towards his body.

Like a whirlpool, it seemed to be inexhaustible, roaring angrily, it seemed that the hatred for Ling Fei for so long was finally vented today, and Ling Fei had become a lost dog in his eyes at the moment.

With a slightly hideous face, the Yuan Force in Mo Zhentian's body finally stopped absorbing after absorbing it fully. Yuan Li surged wildly from his body, as if he was about to erupt, Mo Zhentian's body had wood attributes, and the cyan energy around his body was mighty.

The shocking crossbow kept shaking, and the tightly held shocking crossbow trembled uncontrollably from the right hand, and the powerful energy in the body was quickly injected into the shocking crossbow.

I saw the stunning crossbow flickering, like a hungry wolf enjoying food, greedily absorbing Mo Zhentian's Yuan power, slightly crazy.

After a tight moment, most of the Yuan Force in Mo Zhentian's body was absorbed by the Shocking Crossbow, and his face looked pale and weak, but the Shocking Crossbow became more and more pitch black, and the black gas slowly diffused out.

Mo Zhentian gritted his teeth fiercely, forcibly cut off the absorption of the shocking crossbow, grabbed the shocking crossbow tightly, and shouted: "Ling Fei, suffer death." ”

Powerful energy came out from the shocking crossbow, and the surrounding space was sharply distorted, feeling this powerful energy, Ling Fei's heart trembled violently.

Quickly running the Yuan Force Ling Fei in the body, the whole person's attribute changed, and the wind attribute directly turned into a fire attribute, and the whole body was covered with a raging fire, as if the air was about to burn.

Standing in the air, Ling Fei turned into a burning man, and the swing of his arms drove a stream of fire to cut an arc. He whispered, "Burning Heaven Technique." A turn of fire!" A violent and wanton energy drilled out of its body like a poisonous snake, attaching itself to its surface.

All the monks in the audience felt the coercion of the terrifying crossbow in Mo Zhentian's hand, and they were all secretly frightened, and couldn't help but marvel, this Mo family deserved to be one of the three major forces in Rixia City, and there was such a spiritual weapon for juniors to use.

The big black not far away also has a dignified face, and even the coercion contained in this spiritual weapon has to be solemnly faced, although the young master's true strength is not just what is seen on the surface, but it is also worrying, after all, this shocking crossbow makes the big black also have some fear, this is the gap above the weapon, and it is a gap that cannot be made up by manpower, unless the gap in cultivation is large.

The middle-aged man in black, Mo Xiongyang, sneered, looking at his indifferent expression, thinking that Ling Fei would definitely die under this terrifying crossbow, but he just stared coldly at the next result.

In another place, Fan Lao's face is not very good-looking, he is not very optimistic about Ling Fei, and there is a trace of anger on his face that has always been calm, Fan Lao was originally very optimistic about Ling Fei, if there is no accident, Ling Fei will definitely win this decisive battle, but there is an accident.

The expressions of the monks in the audience were different, and they were curious to see if Ling Fei could block this move and save his life under this middle-level spirit weapon.

Ling Fei clenched the Blood Drinking Sword tightly, his whole body was red, the two seemed to be fused into one, and the majestic energy gathered on the body of the Blood Drinking Sword, because the energy was too turbulent, Ling Fei's tightly held Blood Drinking Sword trembled slightly.

Ling Fei's face was pale, and there was a resolute look under his messy hair, Ling Fei was not an indecisive person, and Ling Fei would never hesitate when it was time to fight hard. Since the other party wants him to die, then even if he dies, he will definitely seriously injure the other party.

The Yuan Power in the body poured out wildly, almost as if it had been emptied, and all of it was gathered on the Blood Drinking Sword. Looking at his expression, he was resolute, obviously holding a mortal attitude.

With a roar, the blood drinking sword body yuan power flashed wildly, and the blood-red light immediately shot out in all directions, looking from a distance, like a blooming red flower, extremely enchanting.

Suddenly, the Blood Drinking Sword grew sharply, and a long giant blade flashed out, as if materialized, and slashed out this huge sword blade at Mo Zhentian below.

Mo Zhentian's whole body was focused on the shocking crossbow, his mind locked on Ling Fei's breath, and shot this earth-shattering blow towards Ling Fei, and in just an instant, a dark cyan light arrow gathered by Yuan Li pierced through the void and shot at the huge sword blade.

Bang!

A loud bang like thunder came out, and the light arrows gathered by Yuan Force slammed into the huge blade, making a dull sound that resounded through the sky, and the powerful destructive force produced a powerful and powerful explosion, destroying everything around it.

The smoke of gunfire filled the field, blocking the view of the monks and making it impossible to see the scene at this moment, which made some curious monks want to see the situation on the field at the first time.

Dahei, who was watching the battle from afar, suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and a feeling of weakness immediately came. His legs seemed to be unable to support his tall body, and his body trembled for a moment, and then he fell to the ground violently.

Seeing this, Yang Yu'er was immediately startled, and hurriedly ran to Da Hei's side, saying, "Brother Da Hei, what's wrong with you?"

Da Hei replied weakly: "I'm fine, young master, he ......." He sighed.

As soon as Yang Yu'er heard the words of the young master, her face was suddenly shocked, and a touch of panic appeared on her pretty face, if the young master had any accidents, what should she do?

......

The smoke gradually cleared, revealing two figures, and the huge explosion turned the arena into ruins.

Ling Fei's clothes were all destroyed, and his pale handsome face under his messy hair fell peacefully to the ground at this moment, and there was no trace of life on his face.

Mo Zhentian's expression was hideous, covered with blood, looking at the "dead" Ling Fei, Mo Zhentian wore his hair loose, and suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, with a hint of joy in his eyes that could not be concealed, "Haha, Ling Fei, are you finally dead, do you know how long I have been waiting for this day?" haha." ”

Hearing this, all the monks in the audience sighed, did Ling Fei die like this? They all felt very sorry that such a genius had died like this.

A hint of joy also flashed in Mo Xiong Yang Senran's eyes, a genius that is rare to see in a hundred years, he reached the strength of the Three Broken Xuan King at the age of twelve, and he was only one step away from the Yuan, and the stone in his heart finally landed, and he no longer had to worry about what threat Ling Fei's growth would pose to the Mo family.