"The third match, Jian Chen VS Polar Ice Sea!"
Xue Piaoling loudly announced as he looked at the two who were not backing down.
"I, I admit defeat!"
Looking at Jian Chen who was like an unsheathed sword, Polar Ice Sea thought of his ruthless methods and tightly clenched his fists. Under Bing Qingchuan's persuasion, he admitted defeat in humiliation.
After losing the Polar Ice Fusion, his Tower of Fortune immediately collapsed. A large amount of Fortune Power poured into Jian Chen's body, helping him condense a Tower of Fortune with the same number of floors as Ye Chenfeng and Cang Bing Shan.
"Polar Sea, a temporary loss is nothing. Wait until we help the Western Demon Sect destroy Misty Mountain. My Ice Palace will be the overlord of the Northern Spirit Region. At that time, whatever cultivation resources you want, I will satisfy you."
Looking at the gloomy and unwilling Polar Ice Sea, Bing Qingchuan tried to persuade him.
"Jian Chen, sooner or later, I will kill you and wash away my shame." Polar Ice Sea secretly swore in his heart.
After losing the Polar Ice Fusion, the top four of the Ancient Sky City Martial Meeting were born. They were Ye Chenfeng, Jian Chen, Cang Bing Shan, and Mang Feng.
After drawing lots, Jian Chen drew lot number one, Mang Feng drew lot number two, Cang Bing Shan drew lot number three, and Ye Chenfeng drew lot number four.
After drawing lots, Ye Chenfeng's face was expressionless, making it impossible for others to guess his true thoughts. Without any hesitation, he jumped several hundred meters and returned to the stands.
"Ye Chenfeng, your good luck ends here. I will personally destroy Misty Mountain and send you all to hell."
Looking at Ye Chenfeng's departing figure, Cang Bing Shan's eyes hidden in his hair emitted a thick killing intent. He stared at Ye Chenfeng as if he was looking at a prey.
"The morning matches have ended. Four hours later, the round-robin matches will begin in the afternoon to decide the final champion." Xue Piaoling loudly announced, ending the morning's matches.
Because of the absolute strength displayed by Ye Chenfeng, Jian Chen, and Cang Bing Shan, this year's Ancient Sky City Martial Meet was unprecedentedly intense and exciting. While waiting for the round-robin of the top four, the disciples of the various major powers were excitedly guessing who the champion would be.
After defeating Gan Wuxin in one move, Cang Bing Shan's astonishing strength was favored by the majority of the audience. Jian Chen's support rate was second only to his, and Ye Chenfeng's support rate was third. Mang Feng, who had advanced without a fight, was not favored by anyone to be the final champion.
"Chengfeng, although the battle in the afternoon is important, your life is more important. If you can't win, don't force yourself."
Xue Piaoling said solemnly. After witnessing the terrifying strength of the Blue Ice Mountain, he couldn't help but get up from his seat for the afternoon competition.
"Don't worry, Sister Piaoling. He will definitely lose."
Ye Chenfeng had a confident smile on his face, but he wasn't sure if he could kill Cang Bing Shan.
Time flew by, and four hours passed in a flash.
After four hours, Jian Chen and Mang Feng opened their eyes at the same time. They condensed their soul wings and flew towards the martial arena.
The spectators' stand, which was noisy just now, instantly became silent. Everyone's gaze was completely attracted by the two of them.
"Jian Chen, let me see if your title as the number one disciple of the Sword Valley is undeserved."
Mang Feng held a nine foot nine inch long spear with a white snake coiling around it. It was a low grade heaven tier spear. He pointed it at the indifferent Jian Chen with a domineering aura.
"Could it be that all trash talk so much?"
Jian Chen hugged the Eight Fiends Sword and coldly looked at Mang Feng. He said without a trace of emotion.
After saying that, a fierce aura that could shock the heavens and earth gushed out from Jian Chen's body. In an instant, his entire aura underwent a huge change. It became terrifying and filled with killing intent. This caused Mang Feng's expression to change slightly.
"Bloodline Power, ignite!"
Feeling that Jian Chen was more terrifying than he had imagined, Mang Feng didn't hesitate to ignite his bloodline power. A sturdy body covered in black fur and a sinister expression appeared on his body, increasing his strength to the greatest extent.
"Let the battle begin."
Looking at the two people facing each other, Xue Piaoling didn't waste any time and immediately announced the start of the battle.
"Go to hell, Serpent Spear!"
Mang Feng roared. His surging soul power poured into the Serpent Spear in his hand. The sharp spear light transformed into a ferocious python, bringing along a shocking destructive force as it stabbed towards Jian Chen.
Facing Mang Feng's Serpent Spear attack, the Eight Fiends Sword in Jian Chen's hand let out an ear-piercing sound. An arc of lightning shot out, piercing through the layers of air and stabbed the Serpent Spear.
"Kacha!"
The two people's probing attacks collided and shattered at the same time.
However, Jian Chen didn't use any soul skill in that attack. It was just a casual stab, while Mang Feng had ignited his bloodline power and used a soul skill. It was clear who was stronger and who was weaker with a single glance.
"Whoosh!"
After that attack, Jian Chen moved. His entire body turned into an extremely sharp afterimage. Like a hurricane that swept through the heavens and earth, he swept towards Mang Feng and launched a fierce attack, instantly suppressing Mang Feng's attack.
"Wind Dao Intent, this Jian Chen is using the Wind Dao Intent."
Looking at the wind shadow that Jian Chen had transformed into, Xue Tianchi's eyes widened. He was shocked that Jian Chen had comprehended the profound Wind Dao Intent at such a young age.
"Chi Chi Chi!"
Jian Chen used the Wind Dao Intent. After a round of ferocious attacks, Mang Feng's defenses were constantly broken through. His entire body was covered with crisscrossing cracks, and a large amount of blood seeped out, dyeing his clothes red.
"World of Serpent Shadows!"
With his attack completely suppressed, Mang Feng, who was in a perilous situation, let out a roar. The spear he stabbed out transformed into a sky full of spiritual snakes. They swam in the void and launched a counterattack towards Jian Chen.
"Wind Dao Intent, Sky Splitting Astral Winds!"
Jian Chen's pupils shrank. Three wind dao patterns flew out of his body and transformed into three astral wind oars that connected the heavens and the earth. They directly tore apart Mang Feng's World of Serpent Shadows and chopped towards his body with extreme speed.
"What, Dao Intent!"
Mang Feng didn't think that his ultimate move would be broken so easily. His expression changed and he wanted to dodge.
However, Jian Chen's Sky Splitting Astral Winds was too fast. It was several times faster than the speed of light.
Although he used his movement skill to dodge two of the astral wind oars, he was still struck by the last wind dao pattern that tore through the air. He violently spat out a mouthful of blood. A small crack appeared on his low grade heaven tier armor as he was sent flying.
"Die!"
After heavily injuring Mang Feng with one strike, Jian Chen didn't slow down his attack. His entire body turned into a sword light as he wanted to end Mang Feng's life and end the battle.
With his life hanging by a thread, Mang Feng had no choice but to reveal his secret. He quickly undid the seal on his body and released a large amount of demonic Qi as a last resort.
"Myriad Transformations Black Lotus!"
Mang Feng roared. The demonic Qi that gushed out from his body quickly gathered into a demonic black lotus of destruction. It struck towards Jian Chen at close range, trying to force him back.
"There is something wrong with this Ice Palace and Serpent Valley!"
Looking at Mang Feng's Myriad Transformations Black Lotus, the experts from the Flowing Cloud Sect, Qian Family, and other forces confirmed their guesses. These two forces were most likely related to the Western Demon Sect. They also understood why the Misty Mountain and the other two forces were like fire and water, showing no mercy.
However, when they saw that the Misty Mountain didn't do anything drastic, they suppressed the anger in their hearts and waited for the situation to develop.
"Dao Pattern of the Sword, Blood Splashing Sword!"
Facing the attack of the Myriad Transformations Black Lotus, Jian Chen didn't slow down his attack. As the three Dao Patterns of the Sword shot out from his body, his attack power rose steadily. The astonishing sword seemed to tear through space. The sword pierced through the Myriad Transformations Black Lotus and accurately stabbed into Mang Feng's forehead.
"Bang!"
Mang Feng's head exploded like a watermelon. A large amount of blood and flesh splattered all over the ground. His sturdy body heavily fell to the ground as he lost his life.
After killing Mang Feng, the surging power of fortune crazily surged into Jian Chen's body. Soon, the Tower of Fortune above Jian Chen's head condensed to the fifth floor.
After killing Mang Feng, Jian Chen's sharp gaze swept past the ashen-faced Mang Hanche and the others. Without any hesitation, he summoned his soul wings and flew back to the spectator's stand, waiting for the peak battle between Ye Chenfeng and the Grey Ice Mountain. For mobile users, please visit://mpiaotia
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