Linghai Pavilion. Ling Haifeng Proving Ground.

On the competitive stone platform, Tan Yang and Wu Qingfeng stood opposite each other, and the two were no strangers to each other.

Wu Qingfeng used the aura transmission technique, and quietly sneered at Tan Yang: "Tan Yang, you have good luck, you actually drew Wu." Okay, let's settle the old accounts together today, are you ready to look for teeth all over the ground?"

Tan Yang didn't say a word, and glanced at him coldly with an expressionless face.

Wu Qingfeng suddenly only felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and his body was cold, and the cold eyes of the blue-clothed young man in front of him seemed to be faintly cruel and hideous, which was extremely incommensurate with his delicate eyes.

However, this chilling feeling was only swept away, and he was six levels higher than the other party's cultivation, not to mention that before coming to the trial ground, Yuan Zhenren, the head of the sect, personally taught him the opportunity to analyze Tan Yang's weaknesses and strategies for dealing with the enemy one by one, this battle should be won in hand, and now he only needs to think about how to abuse him in embarrassment, so as to give a bad breath for Senior Brother Yuan and Heizi.

Thinking of this, Wu Qingfeng's self-confidence increased greatly, and he was about to tease the other party a few more words, but Ge Zhenren walked between the two at this time, waved his hand at the chaotic crowd of spectators under the stage, and said loudly: "Quiet, everyone be quiet, the game will start soon!"

The entire trial ground seemed to be poured with cold water, and suddenly became silent, and everyone's eyes were focused on the two opponents on the arena.

Tan Yang and Wu Qingfeng both nodded.

"Let's go!"

After Ge Zhenren finished announcing, he immediately withdrew like lightning.

As soon as his words fell, Wu Qingfeng's figure swooped and retreated. At the same time as retreating, both hands were raised, and the tide of the sea of flowers came out!

I saw countless flowers condensed by spiritual energy instantly floating. The petals are as sharp as knives, and the cold light scatters as they spin. Like a tide, roaring towards Tan Yang!

"Okay!

Everyone in the audience let out a thunderous cheer, the sea of flowers and tides were both offensive and defensive, Wu Qingfeng showed his fire perfectly, and even Yuan Xiaoqi, who was very good at this, couldn't help but nod again and again.

Before coming to the trial ground today, the key point that Sect Leader Yuan Zhenren told Wu Qingfeng was that he had to guard against Tan Yang's strange speed and sneak attack, as long as he could do these two things, it would be equivalent to choking Tan Yang's seven inches. The next victory is at your fingertips.

Therefore, Wu Qingfeng came up and took retreat as advance, and he didn't expect this trick to hurt the enemy, he just wanted to stabilize the situation first.

Tan Yang was not panicked, and even stood still in place, but with a mistake in both hands, a small faceless thousand leaf hand of the split plum blossom hand slapped out, but his mouth shouted: "Flower sea tide!"

I saw that from his palm, countless flowers condensed by spiritual energy also gushed out. Whistling to meet it!

"Bang ......"

In the sound of a storm, the two clusters of flowers collided in mid-air, exploding like blooming fireworks, and the flowers fell like rain. Brilliant and colorful.

Everyone in the audience was dazzled and applauded.

In the first round, the two sides were evenly matched, but Wu Qingfeng had a slight advantage. He took out a small golden hammer from the Qiankun bag and shook it in the wind. The little hammer suddenly shone brightly, transforming into a golden giant hammer light and shadow. Bombarded towards Tan Yang!

Tan Yang still didn't move, and the sixth style of the little Wuxiang Qianye hand came out with the eagle strike long empty hand, only to see a transparent palm shadow, with the momentum of the eagle striking the sky, and slapped the light and shadow of the giant hammer.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the light and shadow of the giant hammer were shattered, turning into countless tiny points of light and annihilated, but Tan Yang's palm shadow only stagnated slightly, and continued to shoot towards Wu Qingfeng!

"Good time!"

Wu Qingfeng was in the middle of it, what he hoped for was that Tan Yang and his real sword and gun would be hard to fight, so that he could crush the other party with his own realm advantage alone, he burst into a loud shout, and the golden hammer in his hand swung hard and slammed out, and the lights and shadows of the larger giant hammers shot out one after another, killing them like thousands of troops.

Sure enough, after Tan Yang's palm shadow shattered two giant hammer lights and shadows one after another, he was also defeated and turned into nothing.

At this time, Tianhai Peak, who was watching the battle in the audience, taught Yuan Xiaoqi and said: "You take a closer look, if Poor Dao guesses correctly, then Tan Yang should use his strange body to dodge." ”

Zhong Xiaoling nodded and said: "Senior nephew Wu's attack is like a storm, even if I change it, I'm afraid I have to avoid the edge for the time being, and it's really irrational to go to the hard fight again, and there is no need to ......."

However, the next scene made him and Yuan Xiaoqi, including everyone present, dumbfounded-

I saw that Tan Yang was still standing in place, not dodging or dodging, his hands were raised, and a pair of eagle strikes were shot out one after another, and a transparent palm shadow roared to meet him.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

The palm shadow and the hammer shadow collided in mid-air, sending out a thunderous explosion, and countless spiritual energy points of light scattered in all directions, reflecting the entire arena dazzlingly, and the beauty was extraordinary.

Everyone in the audience was stunned, most of the people here had watched Tan Yang's last game, and they were very impressed by his ghostly and strange speed, just when everyone thought that Tan Yang was going to dodge, his style changed drastically, and he unexpectedly continued to fight hard, which is also too incomprehensible.

Wu Qingfeng couldn't help but be secretly depressed at this time, although he said it easily at the beginning, he didn't despise Tan Yang in his heart, so as soon as he started, he sacrificed his little golden hammer, hoping to solve the battle in three rounds, but the development of things greatly surprised him.

Zhong Hongying stood out, and the Tianji Divine Sword in his hand made great contributions; Jing Wusheng's strength defeated the heroes, and the Wufeng Xuantie Heavy Sword also played a key role; and Tan Yang has been fighting the enemy empty-handed until now, which makes Wu Qingfeng embarrassed.

"I'd like to see how long you stinky boy can resist!"

Thinking of this, Wu Qingfeng couldn't help but grit his teeth secretly, and the spiritual power of his whole body was frantically poured into the golden hammer, and wave after wave of giant hammer light and shadow killed Tan Yang like a terrifying wave!

At this moment, Tan Yang also secretly exclaimed in his heart, the power of his Eagle Strike Long Empty Hand was quite large, and with all his strength, it was no problem to injure or even kill a fourth-order demon beast, but the other party was unharmed, worthy of being an eighth-layer cultivator of the Imperial Spirit.

In fact, just now, he could completely rely on the wind shadow to flicker and move, in order to check the true strength of the high-level monk of the Imperial Spirit, he chose to fight hard, but the spiritual power consumption of the Eagle Strike Chang's empty hand is quite huge, if he continues to be beaten passively like this, he will definitely lose.

As soon as he thought of this, Tan Yang had to change his strategy, and quickly took out the marrow of Mofeng and sacrificed it, and a black hill more than three zhang high suddenly appeared and blocked in front of him.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

Wave after wave of giant hammer light and shadow bombarded the hill, and the sparks splashed in all directions, although the black hill was not shattered, it quickly retreated under the bombardment of the huge attack power, and flew towards the edge of the arena.

Tan Yang, who was hiding behind the mountain, didn't expect Wu Qingfeng's attack power to be so strong, and when he was caught off guard, he was pushed by the hill and retreated, once he fell off the arena, it was equivalent to automatically admitting defeat.

At the critical moment, Tan Yang rose up with his feet a little bit, flew over the top of the hill, and the black hill flew out of the arena with a roar, and smashed towards the crowd of onlookers under the stage.

At this time, Ge Zhenren, who had been prepared for a long time, made a move, stretched out his hand and pulled it into the void, and the black hill more than three feet high was dragged alive, and then gently landed on the ground under the arena.

Wu Qingfeng struck a successful blow, taking advantage of Tan Yang's lack of strength in mid-air, he raised his hand and struck a palm thunder, and blasted towards him quickly!

The dazzling pillar of thunder and lightning came in an instant, and Tan Yang had no way to avoid it, and there was no way to retreat.

Everyone in the audience let out an exclamation, and many people showed a little disappointment on their faces, it seems that this battle should be a foregone conclusion, far from the miracle that everyone originally expected, but Tan Yang, as the second layer of the Imperial Spirit, can support Wu Qingfeng of the eighth layer of the Imperial Spirit for so long, which is already commendable.

Water and gold are thunder, the so-called palm thunder, in fact, the monk uses the power of the metal aura in the body to the yang and the water attribute aura of the extreme yin power condensed, the yin and yang collide to form the power of lightning strikes, its destructive power and attack power are far from being compared with the real heavenly thunder, especially the palm thunder of the monk below the realm of the imperial spirit, the power is even less, but even so, the taste after being hit by the palm thunder is not comfortable.

As Wu Qingfeng expected, Tan Yang's body at this time was in mid-air, with no strength, he had no choice, in desperation, he had to pinch the magic trick, and as soon as his belief moved, a circle of pale golden transparent talisman shrouds instantly appeared around his body, Tianluo King Kong talisman cover!

"Boom!"

The palm thunder struck Tan Yang firmly, and the Tianluo King Kong cover broke in response, and after the brilliance flashed, Tan Yang with a cloak and a smoky face was revealed, bleeding from the corners of his mouth, his clothes were broken, and he was embarrassed.

Zhao Zhenren, who was in charge of the referee, said anxiously: "Ge Zhenren, there is no point in continuing to fight, do you want to stop the game now?"

Ge Tingxuan shook his head slightly and said: "Until now, I have a strange intuition, I always feel that Tan Yang doesn't seem to be doing his best today, let's watch a few more rounds!"

At this time, Tan Yang had already fallen to the ground of the arena, Wu Qingfeng laughed, flew up, and now the victory was already in hand, what he wanted was not only victory, but to humiliate this stinky boy who didn't know the height of the sky.

Tianhaifeng, who was watching the battle from the audience, was in charge of Yuan Xiaoqi, and a trace of foreboding suddenly appeared in his heart, as long as Wu Qingfeng sent out another distant blow at this time, it was very likely that the battle would end, but now he wanted to fight closely, wouldn't he attack others with his own shortcomings? Besides, he didn't really believe that Tan Yang would be restrained, so he couldn't help but hurriedly said: "Qingfeng, be careful!"

But it's too late!

(To be continued......)