Thinking about it, Long Chen still didn't think of a good way, no matter what, the two Origin Spirit Beads in his body could never be exposed, maybe he could only take one step at a time, but what made him helpless the most was that he didn't find any useful news on this trip, and he didn't even hear their conversation.

"The soldiers are coming, the water is coming to cover the earth, or continue to cultivate, everything will be known tomorrow!"

Long Chen returned to his room and entered the cultivation again.

Morning!

The huge viewing platform was still full of people, shoulder to shoulder, and the number of monks who came only increased, and even some disciples, in order to be able to occupy the front row when watching, sacrificed their cultivation time and came to wait.

What's more, they are all fighting for position, if it weren't for the fact that this is the Tianfeng, I'm afraid they would have to fight.

As yesterday, the number of tables and chairs set up decreased with the decrease in the number of people in the game, and today there are only five, and it is not too late for five to come.

Long Chen swept his gaze over everyone, but he stayed on Mo Yu's body for a while, at this time, Mo Yu's face was as usual, and the smile on his face was still hanging, but in the depths of his eyes, there was an imperceptible haze, when the eyes of the two met in mid-air, it was like metal colliding, rubbing a little spark.

Mo Yu's eyes were keen, the external Yuan Force was surging, and the battle intent was crazy, but compared to Long Chen, he seemed a little absent-minded, since he learned about it yesterday, he had been thinking about how to tell the former about being a demon, unless he was strong enough to make the former feel powerless, so that he could not suppress the demonic qi in his body, and he could not be exposed.

"Persecution?" Long Chen's heart was slightly cold, and he immediately clenched his fists, and made up his mind in his heart.

Today, for some reason, even the people in the elder table came here early, and each of them looked at the five people with appreciation, after all, this is the most outstanding disciple of the righteous path, whether it is cultivation or wisdom, is it only strong?

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They believed that with these disciples, the chances of success in the Demon Punishment Plan would increase by a few points.

Shi Ling Dianzun jumped forward, looked at everyone with satisfaction, and said slowly: "After two days of selection and elimination, there are only five disciples left in the field, and these five disciples are also acquainted, there will be a champion today, produced from among them, I won't say much nonsense, the third round of competition, two by two among the five people, one person is free, the same as before, the lottery will be decided!"

A disciple walked up to the five people with a bamboo stick in his hand and asked them to choose.

Long Chen took one at random, but he was very unlucky, there was a word written on it, that is, he was going to fight, I don't know who was so lucky to draw the third number.

Shi Ling Dianzun waited until all five of them had finished drawing bamboo sticks, then smiled and continued: "Now please, the two disciples holding the No. 1 will come to the stage to compete!"

Among the five people, two people immediately stood up, namely Yang Feng and Mo Yu.

Seeing such a lineup, Long Chen already knew the result, although Yang Feng had a strong defense and was able to hold on to Mo Yu's hands, but if he wanted to win, he was afraid that it would be difficult to reach the sky, after all, this Mo Yu was the only one who didn't know how to cultivate.

Long Chen couldn't help but worry, Mo Yu's methods were extremely strong, and his moves were compelling, leaving no room for maneuver at all, unless you admit defeat as soon as you come up.

Shi Ling Dianzun seemed to have remembered this matter, and immediately said to the two of them: "The competition is a competition, if you are ruthless, you will be directly disqualified from the competition, and you will face the wall for three years!"

Mo Yu only smiled at this, and didn't say anything, Yang Feng also felt an unprecedented oppressive force, his cultivation was only in the middle and middle stage, at best, he could resist the middle and late stage monks, but if he encountered the late stage or even subverted the monks, I am afraid that there would be more than one luck.

The Stone Spirit Hall Venerable had already withdrawn from the viewing platform, and the transparent defensive prohibition had also risen around the viewing platform, locking the two of them firmly in it.

"Heavenly Wind Sect, Mo Yu!"

Yang Feng's face was solemn, and he hugged his fists and said: "Brahma Sect, Yang Feng, please advise!"

The corners of Mo Yu's mouth curved into a strange arc, and his body suddenly swept out like lightning, and at the same time, his fists were clenched, and a compelling crimson light shone on it, and it looked like blood light was emerging from a distance, dazzling to the extreme.

Yang Feng was shocked, the former gave himself no less oppressive power than any ethereal late-stage monk, and even a few points stronger, although he had a golden armor body, but it did not mean that he was invincible in defense, and his body was actually flashing to the side.

How could Mo Yu let it go like this, the light on the fist was still better than before, and the surging Yuan Force was like a flood, and it actually shrouded the surrounding places in a fan shape, and under this blow, he didn't want to give the former any chance to dodge.

"Tiangang is gone!" Yang Feng let out a low cry in his throat, his fists shone with a compelling luster, and the earthy yellow yuan force surged out, rushing straight forward with the strength that was not as bad as Tiangang.

The intersection of the two suddenly emitted a series of deafening sounds, and the earthy yellow Yuan Force and crimson luster in mid-air continued to cancel out, just like the fireworks, and in the center of the battle between the two, cracks like spider webs spread out on the ground, spreading to the surroundings.

Boom!

Another dull sound came out, and the bodies of the two retreated, but the gap also came out, Yang Feng retreated dozens of steps in a row, staggering, extremely unstable, and his face was even redder, but Mo Yu was extremely relaxed, although he took a step back, but it did not cause the slightest harm to him.

"Come again!" Mo Yu shouted excitedly, the soles of his feet suddenly stepped out on the ground, the surging Yuan Force, surging, a punch blasted out, and suddenly the crimson Yuan Force was like the waves of the angry sea, surging, where the fierce force passed, a deep ditch was drawn on the ground, and finally a crimson fist mark was condensed in mid-air, the fist mark was extremely fierce, and the force contained on it Some monks in the ethereal realm felt the pressure.

"Red Blood Flood Fist!"

Yang Feng's complexion changed greatly, and his ten fingers trembled, and he shot out a strange and complex magic seal, and as the obscure and vicissitudes of the law seal were revealed, a thick earthy yellow pillar of light suddenly rose around his body, and the pillar of light was dazzling and compelling, and it was going straight to the sky, and even the thick clouds were making way for it wherever he passed.

"Tiangang is not self, the red dragon ascends to heaven, the way of the avenue, does not break Brahma, golden armor!"

Buzz

The magic in mid-air is constantly intertwined, forming a series of strange patterns, these lines float quietly in mid-air, with the completion of the last law seal, it is actually turned into a golden battle armor, majestic and dazzling from afar.

However, Yang Feng's arms did not stop there, his five fingers were clenched into fists, and the earthy yellow light on it was like an aurora, and in the face of the former's attack, he was not afraid at all, and he also blasted over with a punch.

Boom, boom, boom

The fists intersected, and suddenly there was a series of deafening sounds, at the moment when the two of them were fighting, the entire viewing platform was faintly trembling, and in the center of the fight, it was even more dazzling, and the monks who cultivated to a lower level did not even dare to look directly, for fear that it was this majestic Yuan Force that stabbed their eyes.

Long Chen looked at the place where the two were fighting, his brows furrowed slightly, and at the moment when Mo Yu made a move, the spirit bead in his body warned again, and this warning made him more sure of Mo Yu's identity.

Suddenly, at this moment, Yang Feng's slightly embarrassed figure suddenly flew upside down from the center of the battle, spewing out a mouthful of blood mist in midair, and then slammed into the ground, smashing a deep pit on the table.

This result was expected by everyone, and the strength exerted by Mo Yu yesterday had already deeply shocked everyone, not to mention Yang Feng, who was not much different from Zhong Gu's cultivation.

When the light dissipated, revealing the figure of Mo Yu in it, Mo Yu's face was slightly pale at this time, but there was nothing else on his body except for some dust, presumably this kind of strength was not enough to reach the standard that shook him.

"Ahem!" At this moment, Yang Feng, who was lying on the ground, coughed a few times suddenly, and then slowly stood up in front of everyone, patted the dust on his body helplessly, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth by the way, looked at the former and said: "It is really worthy of defeating the opponent of the disciples of the Qingyun Sect, and the strength is good!"

At this time, the earthy yellow gold armor shining outside Yang Feng's body was already much lighter than before, presumably because of the former's powerful punch, which consumed a lot of the yuan power, but Rao was like this, which also surprised everyone.

Long Chen was also shocked, the former's defense had really improved a lot in the past few years, but he didn't know which one was more powerful compared to his own Xuantian Bupo.

Hearing the former's provocative words, Mo Yu didn't care at all, just smiled slightly: "Since it's good, let's try again!"

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