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Chapter 2267

Words:2405Update:22/06/28 05:24:27

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Crushing the entire field, who else could it be?

This was not the way to go on.

There were too many people.

Wave after wave, there was no more fun.

Even if the Phantom Sword Dance did not consume Long Fei's True Qi, his physical strength would not be able to sustain it.

After all, he was only in the Second Grade Blood Refining Realm.

Stamina was limited!

If he wanted to change things, he would have to use a big move.

"Bang … …"

"Pfft …"

Long Fei struck out with his sword again and again, but his own back was also hit. Blood trickled down from the corner of his mouth, and he looked a little embarrassed.

"Hmph!"

"Second Grade Blood Refining Realm, let's see how long you can last!" Yin Zhangfeng sneered in a pleased manner. One person challenging a thousand people, moreover, their cultivation levels were about the same. This was simply impossible.

In the first few rounds, Long Fei had indeed shocked him.

Whether it was the speed of his sword or his body movement, they were all very sharp.

However …

As time passed, the drawbacks became apparent.

Long Fei couldn't hold on much longer!

Yin Zhangfeng could see it, Guan Zhen and the others could also see it, and they couldn't help but worry for Long Fei.

Wu Yi said faintly, "Elder Yin wouldn't really want Young Sect Master to abdicate, right?"

In his opinion, Long Fei was bound to lose this match.

Yue Wanshan frowned and said, "He doesn't look like he's joking."

Guan Zhen said, "If the Young Sect Master were to abdicate, then Elder Yin would probably not let her take over the power anymore. At that time, I'm afraid that the Profound Moon Sect would become a subsidiary force of the Zhao Clan."

"Sigh …"

Yue Wanshan sighed and said, "Now it's up to this kid."

Wu Yi said, "He can't hold on anymore. His stamina is overdrawn and he won't be able to hold on any longer. Young Sect Master has lost this match."

The three of them furrowed their brows.

Indeed.

Long Fei couldn't hold on any longer.

However …

The only one whose expression did not change was Yi Yourong. It was as if she did not care about the situation on the stage at all. Her face was filled with satisfaction, as if she did not care at all.

The Black-Scaled Condor was a little anxious and said, "Master, he won't be able to hold on any longer."

"Can't you think of a way to help him?"

Yi Yourong took a bite of the apple and said, "Don't worry, he's much stronger than you imagine. I'm not worried at all."

The Black Scaled Condor said, "If you lose, you will have to abdicate."

"Oh right!"

"Master, if he wins, do you really want to be his woman?"

Yi Yourong and Long Fei communicated telepathically, but as Yi Yourong's flying battle pet, the Black Scaled Eagle, could hear them as well.

Yi Yourong looked at the blood-soaked Long Fei fighting bravely on the stage. She faintly smiled, "Be his woman? Hehe … "



"Go, go quickly!"

"All of you, attack!"

"This bastard can't hold on any longer!"

"Hahaha …"

"That's what you get for being arrogant. Kid, let's see how long you can be arrogant this time." Zhao Tianyi's face was filled with excitement as he constantly commanded.

On the other side.

More than a dozen elite warriors of the Zhou Clan were also eager to go up.

At this moment …

There were more and more disciples on the stage, and there was no longer any room for them to stand. Long Fei was tightly surrounded in the middle, and after a series of chaotic attacks, he could no longer display his full strength.

The encirclement became smaller and smaller. If it was even half a step smaller, Long Fei would be surrounded and killed.

Long Fei looked at the number of people on the stage. There were at least three to four hundred people.

"It should be about time, right?"

He wouldn't be able to hold on any more.

In that instant.

Long Fei's true qi surged, true essence was released, and the sword intent instantly became sharp. The Firmament Sword supported itself on the ground, and the sword body turned into a bow shape, flicking off a bit of rust.

With a flick.

Long Fei's body leaped into the air.

It was also at this time.

Guan Zhen's eyes tensed up, "Is it that move again?"

Yi Yourong also moved slightly, "It's that Celestial Immortal Descent again?"

"That's not right!"

"The move is wrong!"

In midair, Long Fei's lips curled into a smile, and he thought to himself: "I have never released a Phantom Sword Dance like this in the game!"

He took a look at the superimposed consecutive slashes of the 'Phantom Sword Dance'.

From the beginning, Long Fei had always been superimposing his consecutive slashes, and did not release his strongest move with Sword Qi.

Now …

The number of consecutive slashes had already reached more than a thousand consecutive hits.

His figure sank.

Long Fei roared, "Phantom Sword Dance, Storm of Ten Thousand Swords!"

"Explode!"

More than a thousand consecutive slashes exploded out in an instant, and the powerful sword intent formed streams of Sword Qi. The Sword Qi was like the wind, spinning rapidly.

Guan Zhen's face darkened, and he immediately walked to the front, "Sword Qi!"

"Sword intent transformed into Sword Qi!"

"This …"

"What realm has his attainments in the way of the sword reached? Since he can even release Sword Qi, he's amazing, truly amazing. "

The sword intent was like a pressure, but it was only a spiritual pressure.

However …

The Sword Qi could injure people, and it was at the highest level of sword intent.

The Sword Qi turned into a wind and spun rapidly, like swords spinning in a hurricane, dancing wildly. This kind of sword force was too powerful.

Yue Wanshan was also extremely excited, "In a month's time, his cultivation has not changed, but this sword move is so sharp, amazing!"

Yi Yourong was startled for a moment, then directly threw the apple to the side, with a face full of excitement, she said: "I knew he was not simple."

"As expected!"

The Black Scaled Condor was startled, and said: "I've been monitoring him for a month, but I've never seen him use this move. This, this, how exactly did he use this move?"

… ….

"Boom, boom, boom …"

The wind raged.

The Sword Qi danced wildly.

Long Fei was the eye of the wind. The moment he landed, the disciples on the stage could not resist at all. They were all swept up and thrown out.

This scene was incomparably cool.

Many people were shocked by what they saw.

In just a few seconds, the three to four hundred people on the stage were all flipped over.

Shocking, extremely shocking!

"Buzz!"

The sword wind stopped. Long Fei straightened his sword and coldly shouted, "Damn it, who else?"

The entire arena was silent.

He was completely suppressed by him alone.

Yin Zhangfeng's face turned sinister, it was extremely ugly, he stared at the rampant Long Fei on the stage, clenched his fists tightly, and made explosive sounds, "You dog!"

Following that.

He took out a small bottle from his bosom and said in a low voice, "Someone, give this to the Seventh Prince. He knows how to use it."

… ….

Out of the close to a thousand new disciples, there were only three hundred or so left. Although many of them were in the Blood Refining Realm, the disciples in the Refinement Realm kept retreating, not daring to go up.

They were crushed by the aura from Long Fei's body.

Too fierce.

The skinny monkey shouted out excitedly, "Boss is mighty, hahaha …"

"Too awesome!"

"Only the boss can do such an awesome thing."

"One person challenging a thousand people, let me ask you, who can do such a thing? Let me ask you, who else? "

The three of them were excited.

However …

The remaining few hundred people were all experts of the Blood Refining Realm.

Especially the warriors of the Zhou family who had survived the life and death battlefield.

They had been deliberately suppressing their cultivation.

What was their true cultivation? No one knew.

Zhao Yitian looked at Zhou Yuan and said: "Are the people from the Zhou family not going up?"

What was curious was …

Zhou Yuan smiled faintly and said: "We give up."

Zhao Yitian was instantly enraged, "Trash!"

Zhou Yuan did not get angry, he only smiled slightly.

At this time.

The disciple sent by Yin Zhangfeng walked to Zhao Yitian's side and said: "The Great Elder gave it to Your Highness, he said that you know how to use it."

Zhao Yitian looked at the pill in the small bottle, and his eyes immediately flashed with excitement, "Magic Burst Pill!"

"Kid!"

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