Interesting. Du Feng could see that this was an Inherent Skill. In the Heaven Realm, warriors usually needed to learn new Immortal Skills. There were very few people who relied on their Inherent Skills to fight. For example, Du Tulong had swallowed so many warbeasts in the Lower Realm and learned so many Inherent Skills. Now, Du Feng could not use them because their power was too small.
Instead, it was the big mole swallowed in the Heaven Realm that allowed Du Feng to master a good Inherent Skill, Earth Escape. He also had another Inherent Skill, which was to detonate his own leg. It was not suitable to use in the arena. Although it was not against the rules, it would damage his image if he did it.
The man in black's Inherent Skill was obviously not ordinary. His whole body was integrated into the black smoke. If one wanted to hurt him, they had to find him in the black smoke first. Every tiny particle in the black smoke was the place where he was hiding. It was really difficult to lock onto him.
Moreover, even if Du Feng were to lock onto the position and stab with his sword, the other party could switch to another particle of dust.
Tsk, tsk, tsk … It's not easy to deal with. The smoke itself was very light. It could be said that it was soft. It was easy to be carried around by the wind of the sword, but it was very difficult to concentrate. The disciples of the Yuxian Sect below the arena were all worried for Du Feng. Even Hong Xiuzhen was frowning.
She was not good at Sword Arts. In such a situation, she could only rely on her Heaven Celestial Stage Cultivation to suppress the opponent. If they were fighting at the same level, it would be difficult to find a breakthrough. But the problem was that Du Feng's Cultivation had just reached Level 8 of the Earth Celestial Stage, while the man in black was half a step away from the Heaven Celestial Stage. It was impossible to use their cultivation to suppress him.
The Second Elder had a smile on his face and didn't seem to mind. Anyway, it was the disciples of the Red Leaves Hall who were in trouble, not their own disciples. Shan Tianfan had already lost. If Du Feng won, it would seem that the Qinming Hall was incompetent.
The Great Elder and his beloved disciple, Wei Yannan, looked at each other and got a definite answer from each other's eyes. If they encountered such a problem, Wei Yannan had a way to solve it.
Even Wei Yannan had a way to solve it, so how could Du Feng just sit and wait for death? He didn't move at first, waiting for the black smoke to slowly approach him. When it was about to touch his body, he suddenly moved. He actually used Qin Mingtang's Ice Soul Palm.
The power of this palm strike was even greater than the last time. A large amount of cold air gushed out from his left palm. The spreading black smoke encountered waves of cold air, and like flowing water, it was suddenly frozen into ice, unable to move.
"Tsk, you still have to rely on our Qin Ming Hall's methods."
When the Qin Ming Hall disciple saw this, he was very unconvinced, but at the same time, he was a little proud. It turned out that their Qin Ming Hall's palm technique was so powerful. If it was Junior Sister Xiaobei, she would definitely be able to defeat the man in black.
Just as he thought of this, he heard a clatter. The ball of frozen black smoke shattered like a broken mirror. Then, it turned back into smoke and dust, gathering together and turning back into the black-clothed man. It seemed that this trick of taking advantage of others was not going to work. He had to seriously fight with Du Feng.
Du Feng also became serious. He took out the Dragon Riding Sword and stared at the other party. For about three breaths of time, neither of them moved. After three breaths, as if they had agreed, the two of them moved. The black clothed man's back emitted smoke and turned into a black shadow.
Du Feng turned into a red shadow, and the Dragon Riding Sword was responsible for opening the way in front. Just like that, a black shadow and a red shadow passed by each other, as if no one had touched the other. The disciples of the Feather Immortal School were confused. They thought that the two of them had agreed to perform a dance on the stage.
The sixteen Hall Masters were frowning. The Great Elder's expression was normal, the Second Elder was cold and unhappy, the Third Elder still had that wretched look, and the Fourth Elder, Hong Xiuzhen, was beaming with joy. In the instant that they crossed paths, the black-clothed man used it twenty-three times. He used a black dagger to fly up and down to attack Du Feng's vital points.
Du Feng used twenty-four of them. Each of these twenty-four swords was a stab, which was much more difficult than flying up and down to cut and slash. Twenty-three of them collided with the opponent's black dagger. But one of the swords pierced the opponent's shoulder.
When the two of them stood still, they could see that there was a very obvious hole in the black-clothed man's left shoulder, but there was no blood.
"You can't hurt me!"
Although he had been hit, he was very calm when he spoke. As he spoke, the hole in his left shoulder emitted a ball of black smoke and then healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
This … How could this be? Most of the disciples of the Yu Xian Sect still hoped that Du Feng would win. Especially the outer sect disciples, they did not wish for their sect to lose. They had always been proud of their status as disciples of the Yu Xian Sect. If they lost to the powers of the outside world, they would lose that pride.
However, the black-clothed man was too mysterious. Even after being stabbed by a middle-grade magical equipment, he could still quickly heal. This move had indeed deceived a lot of people, but it could not deceive Du Feng.
Actually, what happened just now was not healing, and the black-clothed man was definitely not immortal. Whether it was the lower realms or the Heaven Realm, there was no such thing as an immortal. It was just that in the instant that he was about to be stabbed, the position of his shoulder turned into black smoke. Then, after dodging, he once again gathered together.
From an outsider's point of view, they felt that the black-clothed man had an immortal body. Even if he was stabbed, he would be fine. Through this method, he would put pressure on his opponent.
Feng Beibei's eyesight was obviously not that strong. She also thought that the black-clothed man had an immortal body and weapons could not hurt him at all. She muttered in Hong Xiuzhen's ear, "What should we do, Master? Should we let Junior Brother Du admit defeat?"
In the end, she was glared at by Hong Xiuzhen, who told her to shut up and watch the match.
Ugh … After Feng Beibei shut her mouth, she was still a little unconvinced. She wondered why Master did not feel sorry for Junior Brother Du at all. What if he was injured?
At this moment, Du Feng made his move. This time, he was the first to make his move. What he used was no longer the Sword Art, nor was it an ordinary stab. Instead, it was the first move of the Flying Shadow Flowing Light, a plain stab. This stab looked similar to the previous stab, but it was actually very different, because it was infused with a large amount of True Essence. As one with the sword, he transformed into a ray of light and drilled through the black-clothed man's body.
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