Liao Feifan stared at Chen Zong with a ferocious glint in his eyes.
Half a year ago, Mountain Master Mingguang and the elders had told them to cripple Chen Zong if they met him in the Sect Competition. However, judging from the current situation, it was obviously impossible to cripple Chen Zong. Otherwise, it would be a violation of the Sect's rules, and even Mountain Master Mingguang would not be able to protect him.
However, even if Liao Feifan could not cripple Chen Zong, he could still teach him a lesson and humiliate him until he suffered a non-fatal injury.
In this way, Mountain Master Mingguang would be happy to make Green Feather Mountain lose face.
With a thought, Liao Feifan's eyes, which were staring at Chen Zong, became increasingly cold and fierce. Soon after, the corners of his mouth lifted and hung a trace of a ferocious smile. Using an ice-cold and sharp voice, he said, "Chen Zong, I hope that you can endure for a little longer. It is best if you do not admit defeat so early."
Chen Zong let out a smile upon hearing this.
Sounds from the outside world could not reach here, but the sounds here were not affected and could be heard outside.
Liao Feifan did not deliberately lower his voice, nor did he deliberately increase his volume, but many people could hear him. Suddenly, a strange expression appeared on their faces.
Judging from how easily Chen Zong defeated Qin Yijue, Chen Zong's strength was at least in the Second Level, and he belonged to the stronger level. There was no doubt that Liao Feifan's strength was also in the Second Level, but it was still unknown whether he was stronger than Chen Zong.
Of course, it was also because Liao Feifan did not know that Qin Yijue was easily defeated by Chen Zong. Otherwise, he would not have said such a thing.
"This disciple of Mountain Mingguang is really interesting." Mountain Master Mingguang could not help laughing.
Mountain Master Mingguang's eyes twitched and his face darkened. He wished he could slap Liao Feifan to death.
At this point, Mountain Master Mingguang no longer placed his hopes on Liao Feifan. After all, Chen Zong was not weak, at least not weaker than Liao Feifan. He might even be stronger.
"Number 6, choose the battle terrain." Elder Yuan De's voice sounded.
"Three-Sun Land." Liao Feifan said his choice without hesitation.
The terrain changed into a valley. There was no vegetation around the valley, only hard reddish-brown stones that seemed to emit a trace of scorching heat.
Afterwards, three balls of scarlet light condensed above the valley, turning into three scorching suns. They unleashed sword-like rays of light recklessly, causing the temperature in the valley to rise even further.
Without a doubt, this was a favorable battle environment for Liao Feifan.
He drew the long saber from his waist. It was a long saber that was three fingers wide. The blade seemed to be bright yellow, but it also seemed to be scarlet red, with a faint halo around it.
"Are you … ready?"
Then, Liao Feifan shook his long blade, and a palm-sized bright blade light, which looked like a crescent moon, cut through the air and chopped towards Chen Zong's shoulder.
Chen Zong swung his shoulder, and the saber light brushed past him. It hit a rock behind him, and a saber mark appeared on it.
Liao Feifan's figure flashed, and his body and saber became one as he approached Chen Zong. The saber light became brighter, and it became somewhat dazzling. It swept up an ear-piercing whistling sound, and fiercely chopped down from the sky.
In an instant, dozens of saber lights fell from the sky like a fan, and Chen Zong had nowhere to dodge. Every saber light carried the aura of the Minor True Meaning of Fire.
As the number one core disciple of Mingguang Mountain, Liao Feifan had already comprehended the four Minor True Meanings of the True Meaning of Fire.
The four Minor True Meanings of the True Meaning of Fire were the True Meanings that Liao Feifan mainly cultivated. Together with the inheritance of Mingguang Mountain, he chose the Three-Sun Land as a battle environment.
There was both light and heat.
In fact, the most suitable True Meaning of Mingguang Mountain should be the True Meaning of Light. Unfortunately, the difficulty of comprehending and mastering the True Meaning of Light was above that of the True Meaning of Fire. Until now, Liao Feifan had only grasped the Minor True Meaning of Light.
Facing Liao Feifan's dozens of saber lights that carried the Minor True Meaning of Fire, Chen Zong's expression did not change. This level of attack was nothing, and it was only at the level of the Second Extreme.
A single sword strike would be enough to break it.
However, Chen Zong did not intend to do so.
The choice of battle environment interested Chen Zong. The Three-Sun Land was suitable for Liao Feifan, but it did not mean that it was not suitable for him.
Chen Zong could clearly feel the aura of the Minor True Meaning of the True Meaning of Fire in his surroundings. It also carried the aura of another Minor True Meaning of Light.
Most importantly, he did not intend to defeat Liao Feifan easily.
His longsword was unsheathed, bringing along a crimson light. It also carried the Minor True Meaning of Fire.
That's right. After obtaining a large amount of merits, Chen Zong entered the Realm of Enlightenment many times. Not only did he comprehend all four Minor True Meanings of the True Meaning of Water, but he also comprehended all four Minor True Meanings of the True Meaning of Fire.
Under such an environment, it was obviously suitable for the Minor True Meanings of the True Meaning of Fire to be displayed.
Chen Zong completely blocked the dozens of blade lights with his exquisite swordsmanship. He then counterattacked with his sword.
Liao Feifan's expression suddenly turned serious. Chen Zong's strength was somewhat beyond his expectations.
"Crimson Sun Slash!"
The blade light was covered with a layer of raging flames. It continuously absorbed the Minor True Meaning of Fire in the air, causing the power of the blade to continuously increase. The flames became more and more intense.
"Sun Incinerating First Form!"
Chen Zong struck out with his sword.
The Sun Incinerating First Form was a pseudo Lingwu that he created after comprehending the four Minor True Meanings of the True Meaning of Fire. It was divided into four forms. The first form incorporated one Minor True Meaning of Fire, the second form incorporated two Minor True Meanings of Fire, the third form incorporated three Minor True Meanings of Fire, and the fourth form incorporated four Minor True Meanings of Fire. It was very simple and direct.
The crimson sword light brought along a corona of light. It was as if it was covered in red flames. It ruthlessly broke through the air and collided with the gigantic blade light of the Crimson Sun Slash.
Subsequently, the Crimson Sun Slash and the Sun Incinerating First Form both collapsed.
Sun Incinerating Second Form!
Chen Zong performed the second form, and its power was even more tyrannical.
"Scorching Fire Sky Strike!" Liao Feifan's blade swept out and raised up. The crimson blade light diffused and condensed. It then rushed up to the sky, reaching a hundred meters in the air. It constantly compressed and condensed into the shape of a blade tip. The extremely terrifying aura locked onto Chen Zong from afar.
Fall!
The gigantic blade tip's high speed friction with the air burst out an even more shocking heat. It was like a comet shooting down, ruthlessly bombarding down.
High up in the sky!
Sharp!
Huge!
Blazing!
When all these things merged together, it also carried the power of three Little True Meanings. Moreover, in the Three Sun Land, a battle environment that was suitable for him, it caused the power of this attack to gradually approach that of a fake Spirit Martial Force with four Little True Meanings.
Very strong!
As the Scorching Fire Sky Strike fell, Liao Feifan closed in on Chen Zong. His long blade vibrated, and layers of blade light diffused out. Immediately, the speed of the blade reached the extreme.
What was integrated into this blade was not the Minor True Meaning of Fire, but the Minor True Meaning of Light. Light was originally extremely good at speed, so the speed of this blade was also indescribably fast.
In an instant, Chen Zong faced two tyrannical attacks.
His expression did not change. Although this level was very strong, and was enough to severely injure or even kill some of the Second Extreme, it was still not enough for Chen Zong.
His vision blurred as the Raging Fire Sky Strike smashed through the hard rocks of the valley, creating a hole that was several meters deep. Under the terrifyingly high temperature, waves of heat that could burn an ordinary martial artist to death soared into the sky.
An extremely bright saber light flashed past like an aurora, cutting a shadow that was distorted like smoke into pieces.
Liao Feifan's eyelids twitched. His expression was very ugly, and he had a bad feeling in his heart. This Chen Zong's strength seemed to be beyond his expectations.
A burst of heat came from his back. Liao Feifan quickly turned around and slashed out with his long blade. At the same time, his body shook, and three shadows appeared. In a flash, he rushed forward again.
The blade and sword clashed!
Countless ear-piercing sounds of collision burst forth, and countless sparks flew.
Chen Zong's sword was very fast, and so was Liao Feifan's blade. However, Liao Feifan used his full speed, while Chen Zong hid his speed. In this way, both sides were evenly matched.
"This person's strength shouldn't only be at this level." A core disciple of the Ultimate Martial Heavenly Sect frowned and said doubtfully.
Just now, he had seen the scene of Chen Zong defeating Qin Yijue with a single sword.
"It doesn't matter," the Ultimate Martial Heavenly Sect's eldest core disciple said indifferently. In his eyes, there was only Fang Xingchen.
"That's true. Without the strength of the Third Extreme, he is not worthy of Eldest Martial Brother's attention."
However, the other core disciples who had made it to the top ten did not feel anything special. This was because they were not clear about Chen Zong's true strength.
"Red Sun Slash!"
"Scorching Fire Slash!"
"Three Flowing Light Strikes!"
"Scorching Fire Sky Strike!"
Liao Feifan displayed one move after another of his self-created or fake Lingwu techniques left behind by his predecessors. With a blade in hand, he continuously slashed at Chen Zong in an extremely violent manner.
Realizing that Chen Zong's strength was not simple, he no longer had any thoughts of tormenting and humiliating Chen Zong. Instead, he wanted to defeat him.
"Ultimate Radiant Slash!"
Holding the long blade with both hands, Liao Feifan raised it up high. The violent Minor True Intent and his tyrannical strength were completely infused into it. The Minor True Intent in the surroundings was also attached to it. It was as if a vortex was flowing backward. The three blazing suns in the sky seemed to have exploded, blasting out an even more shocking light and heat.
"Slash!"
With a thunderous roar, a huge and dazzling blade light slashed down. The shocking arc split everything in front of it apart, making Chen Zong's scalp tingle.
Ultimate Radiant Slash!
Mt. Mingguang's inherited secret technique.
This slash was infused with four Minor True Intents. One of them was the Minor True Intent of Light, while the other three were the Minor True Intent of Fire.
"Four Styles of Incinerating Sun!"
Chen Zong held his sword horizontally in front of him. His expression was somewhat cold and solemn. His sword finger swept across the crimson blade.
Immediately, the sword seemed to have been activated. A stream of flame shot out, carrying with it a moving spirituality.
After that, the sword slashed out. It looked ordinary, but the heat from the three blazing suns in the sky seemed to be attracted and poured into it.
This kind of battle environment was also advantageous to Chen Zong.
As the sword slashed out, the blade disappeared, leaving only a stream of flame in the air.
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