Yu Feiyang gripped his rusty iron sword tightly, once again sensing the feeling of flesh and blood.

At this moment, Tie Jian seemed to know the master's mood, and that cold feeling boiled again.

"Open the heavens and the earth, the Heavenly Dragon Sword Technique!" a loud shout rang out.

"Brush!" In a flash, the rusty and ugly iron sword slowly flashed a pure blue color, although the light was not as dazzling and bright as Yang Zhenqing's magic knife.

But it also won a lot of applause from the audience.

The iron sword emitted a pure cyan light, although it was not very dazzling, but it stood in mid-air, facing the master of the seemingly unstoppable and omnipotent powerful flame in front of it, but it did not flinch in the slightest.

A person, an iron sword, facing the flames of the imposing * man opposite!

The audience slowly calmed down, and people didn't know why, holding their breath.

The huge flame grew stronger and stronger, and it was not known what it was burning so vigorously.

The disciples of Lei Yan Peak who were far away from the audience all felt hot, and the disciples who were shallower in cultivation even retreated.

At this time, everyone in the audience could see that Yang Zhenqing was completely doing her best at the moment, fighting for life and death.

The fire dragon grew bigger and bigger, and its fangs and claws almost covered the top of the ring.

From a distance, Yu Feiyang, who was standing on the stage, his clothes and pants, and even the ends of his eyebrows on his forehead, seemed to have signs of scorching, and it was conceivable that he felt in a furnace at the moment, which was terrifying.

However, Yu Feiyang stood there, although there was pain on his face, he did not flinch, even though there was fear in his eyes, he was so fanatical, and the fire in his heart seemed to be burning in his eyes.

"Thunder Flame"

"Whew!"

With a roar, a huge fire dragon swooped down, as if it had devoured everything in the world.

It seems like a moment, but it freezes a lifetime.

Yu Feiyang looked up to the sky and roared: "Ah~~~!"

"Celestial Dragon Wind Howling!"

"Whew!"

With a wind howl, the iron sword was blazing, and a fierce wind whistled out and rushed into the flames.

The wind howled, and the flames rose into the sky, and two loud roars were deafening in the raging flames.

In the audience, everyone looked at each other, when did Tianlong Peak have a peerless genius again? For a while, everyone was extremely surprised: "How could it be like this!"

┭┭┭┭┭┭┭┭┭┭┭┭┭ at this moment, on another test bench.

"Good!"

For a while, the applause was thunderous, and the audience was completely another world. Everyone was shouting loudly, obsessed with the two galloping figures on the stage.

The yellow and green light of the jade sword is dazzling and shining, and the endless blue and blue light of the scabbard of the Tianya Divine Sword reflects this place as if it is a fairyland on earth, and it is extremely beautiful.

But what is even more beautiful is the two young women flying around, this competition from the morning until now, half an hour has passed, and the two sides still have no winner.

Especially Feng Lingyan of Tianlong Peak, under the scabbard of Tang Aoshuang Tianya Divine Sword, she actually had an attack and defense to support her for so long without showing her defeat, which was very surprising.

Off the field, Feng Yangqing, Su Yu, Tianfeng Jianzun and other seniors of the two veins are all in the audience, needless to say, even the head of the Tiansheng Zhenren is sitting on the chair, watching the wonderful competition, with a smile on his lips, nodding frequently, very pleased.

Feng Yangqing and Su Yu were even more nervous, but seeing Feng Lingyan's smart Taoism, although she was at a disadvantage, she could still play so well when her cultivation was two small realms apart, and she was very satisfied.

Feng Yangqing glanced at his wife beside him, saw that she looked nervous, and said softly: "Relax, even if Yan'er loses, she will still be honored even if she is defeated." ”

Su Yu turned her head to look at her husband, smiled slightly, and turned her head to look at the stage again.

Feng Yangqing shook his head slightly, and suddenly felt that the disciples watching behind him, and even the other disciples of various veins in the distance, were in a commotion.

He turned his head to look, and for a moment he thought that his cultivation was deep, and he was also stunned for a moment.

In a narrow passage that automatically moved out of the crowd, Yu Feiyang walked over slowly, his clothes were all burnt, and there was even light smoke in some places, and there were large pieces of charred black everywhere on his face, hands, and body, and a pungent smell greeted him.

Everyone could see that he was walking very hard, as if he had exhausted all his strength with every step, but for some reason he still persistently walked forward, walking.

Feng Yangqing just watched his youngest disciple slowly walk over, and his body involuntarily left his seat and stood up.

Su Yu sensed something, glanced at her husband strangely, and then saw that something was wrong, followed his gaze, suddenly turned pale, and immediately stood up.

At this time, more people are looking here.

Yu Feiyang walked in front of Feng Yangqing, Feng Yangqing looked at his most proud disciple on weekdays, looking at his stubborn temperament, but a burst of uncontrollable anger suddenly surged in his heart.

This anger was so strong that although he tried his best to suppress it, everyone could still hear his anger: "Old Seven, which guy actually hurt you so much, isn't it enough to win?"

Su Yu's body was shocked, and when she heard that her husband was really angry for this little disciple, she was a little worried, and pulled Feng Yangqing for a while, but her eyes immediately fell on Yu Feiyang's body.

On both sides, all the disciples under the Tianlong Peak sect stayed in place because they were too stunned, and forgot to help the junior disciple.

On the stage, Tang Aoshuang and Feng Lingyan were fighting fiercely, and the magic weapon was flying around in the air, and the fairy spirit was awe-inspiring.

Yu Feiyang took a deep look at the stage, then looked at the master in front of him, and saw the angry look on his handsome face, as well as such a meticulous care.

He shook his head exhausted and whispered, "No, master, I won." ”

After speaking, he only felt a dizziness in his mind, and in an instant the sky was dark, and he fell to the ground with a 'plop' and fainted.

After a while, Feng Yangqing and the others reacted and helped Yu Feiyang up.

Feng Yangqing took a closer look, and now this little apprentice's body was almost scarred as if he had been roasted by a fire, but there was nothing wrong with his internal organs, and most of the fainting was due to exhaustion, and he didn't know what happened to the competition just now.

He groaned, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw that more and more people around him were looking here, he didn't want to stand here and be watched by everyone, so he picked up Yu Feiyang and whispered to Su Yu: "I'll take Lao Qi back, you are here to watch Yan'er." ”

Su Yu frowned, but he still nodded, glanced at Yu Feiyang, whose eyes were closed, and the anxious look on his face could no longer be concealed.