Jiang Xiaofan looked calm, he crossed his arms and looked at Murong Ling with a faint smile on his face. Murong Ling, on the other hand, had an elegant smile on his face. It looked very natural, it gave people a feeling that he was not faking it.
"Murong Ling, it's not easy to be a hypocrite, don't you feel tired?" Jiang Xiaofan looked at Murong Ling from the corner of his eyes, shrugged and said: "If you want to kill me to silence me, don't act like that, it makes me sick."
As soon as he finished speaking, many people frowned and scolded him one after another. They felt that Murong Ling was being treated unfairly. A disciple of the Zi Yang Sect stood up and shouted: "That's too much, my brother Murong is humble and polite, he's not a villain like you are talking about."
"That's right, every word and action of young master Murong is seen by everyone. But you, ha, arrogant and insufferably arrogant. Just now, young master Murong showed mercy to you, but you took the opportunity to kill him, how sinister!"
Jiang Xiaofan's expression turned cold. He indifferently looked at that person and a silver light flashed in his eyes. It carried an invisible pressure, but it made the person who had just spoken turn pale and step back a few meters.
"Shut your stinking mouth. People like you are the most disgusting to me."
Jiang Xiaofan said disdainfully. That person's face turned ashen, he opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but when he saw that pair of cold and emotionless eyes, he swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth. He felt a little scared.
The Dao Scriptures contained the Art of Accumulating Spirit, it was a supreme holy technique that specialized in cultivating the divine sense. Jiang Xiaofan had obviously practiced this secret technique, that's why his divine sense was so powerful. It was comparable to a cultivator of the Ninth Sky of the Illusory God Realm.
"This …"
"How terrifying!"
This was a grand event for the younger generation of the Zi Wei Sect, there was no lack of outstanding cultivators. Even though there was a big difference between them and people like Murong Ling and Gou Zhengxing, it was enough to see that the man on the battle stage was extraordinary.
"This fellow is getting more and more powerful," Ye Yuanxue muttered in a low voice.
Jiang Xiaofan tilted his head and calmly looked at Murong Ling. He placed his left hand behind his back and extended his right hand. "Murong Ling, if you want to silence me, then do it. I can tell you very clearly that you can forget about leaving this place today …"
Such arrogant and domineering words caused the hearts of many to tremble. Even Gou Zhengxing and Liu Yuanlong's expressions changed, especially Leng Danqin of the Ice Palace. Her phoenix eyes flashed with a strange light as she stared unblinkingly at Jiang Xiaofan.
A cold light flashed in the depths of Murong Ling's eyes, but he did not show it on his face. He said, "Brother, you're going overboard. Murong Ling may not be talented, but I don't want to fall behind others. If that's the case, then I'll have to offend you."
"Pretend, keep pretending!"
Jiang Xiaofan looked on with disdain. His body trembled slightly as he stepped forward, leaving behind afterimages.
"So fast!"
Someone exclaimed.
On the other side, Murong Ling's expression was calm. He raised his hand and threw out a lotus platform. At first, it was only the size of a thumb, but in a moment, it grew to the size of a house. It shone brightly, causing the surrounding people to be unable to breathe.
This lotus platform was sparkling and translucent. It was a top-grade Spirit Weapon. It shone brightly and carried a powerful aura, causing the void to distort. The enormous pressure caused the surrounding people's hearts to palpitate, and many of them even retreated.
Jiang Xiaofan's expression did not change. This lotus platform was very powerful, not at all inferior to the black battle spear that he controlled. However, even though it was powerful, it could not cause him the slightest bit of pressure. His powerful physical body was enough to destroy everything.
"Bang …"
He didn't hold back and directly charged forward. He clenched his hand into a fist and directly smashed it towards the descending lotus platform. Peng, peng, peng, peng, peng! The sound of metal rang out, and it shook the eardrums of many people to the point of numbness, as if they were about to split open.
"What a terrifying physical body!"
"Abnormal!"
Many people were shocked. Not far away, the Xiao siblings were almost petrified. Just what kind of powerful person did they get to know? To be able to fight against a top-grade Spirit Weapon with just the strength of his physical body. This was simply not a normal kind of terrifying.
On the battle stage, Jiang Xiaofan moved his body and continuously attacked. However, in the process, he slightly frowned. This lotus platform was not ordinary. After receiving six of his punches, it was not damaged at all. Moreover, the light was even more dazzling as it continued to press down.
On the other side, Murong Ling's expression was calm. His right hand formed a seal, and under everyone's shocked gaze, a green blade rushed out from his body. As soon as it appeared, it emitted a sharp killing intent, causing the entire space to tremble.
Another top-grade Spirit Weapon!
"Heavens, he, he can actually control two Spirit Weapons!"
"As expected of a disciple of the Purple Sun Sect. With such battle strength, who can stop him?!"
Quite a number of people were shocked. Ordinary cultivators could only control one magic treasure. However, those with extraordinary talent and cultivation bases could control several magic treasures at the same time. Such people were usually extremely terrifying. Their future accomplishments were limitless.
But now, Murong Ling was actually in control of two Spirit Weapons at the same time. How could these people not be shocked? Even Gou Zhengxing and the other two had grave expressions on their faces. Light flashed in their eyes as they were somewhat fearful of Murong Ling.
Murong Ling's posture was heroic. He waved his right hand and divine light flowed around his body. Like an ancient war god, he shouted, "Brother, please stop. You are not my opponent. Blades have no eyes, and Spirit Weapons are merciless. If this continues, there may be accidental injuries."
As soon as his words fell, it immediately caused a commotion among the people around him.
"Young Master Murong is magnanimous and broad-minded. Even at this time, you can still remind your opponent to be careful. You are indeed worthy of being the leader of the new generation in the cultivation world. It is admirable and worth learning from."
A disciple of the Purple Sun Sect sneered and said, "Senior Brother Murong is humble and gentle. His heart is kind. He is not like some people who think that they have some strength and are arrogant and don't put others in their eyes. People like this have too many evil thoughts in their hearts. It will be difficult for them to achieve anything great in the future."
Jiang Xiaofan's expression was indifferent. This Murong Ling's mind was really deep. He was still using these tricks even now. At this moment, Jiang Xiaofan did not hold back. The Dao Scripture was quickly channeled. He raised one hand and attacked the Lotus Throne again.
"Bang …"
A loud rumbling sound was heard. Along with a crisp cracking sound, the Lotus Throne was sent flying. Cracks appeared on the Lotus Throne, causing Murong Ling's expression to change. He immediately channeled his divine power and retrieved the Lotus Throne.
"That … That is a top-grade Spirit Weapon. This person blocked it with his physical body and sent it flying. How is this possible? It shouldn't be like this!" Everyone was shocked and could not believe this.
"Boom …"
A dazzling divine rainbow exploded. Murong Ling rushed over with a green blade in his hand. At the same time, his left hand formed a seal and a sea of fire appeared behind him. A Lotus Throne was floating in the sea of fire. Its power was oppressive, causing the nearby rocks to crack.
"The Scorching Sunslash of the Purple Sun Sect!"
"It is the Scorching Sunslash. It has already reached the peak and turned into a sea of fire!"
Many people cried out in surprise. They recognized this technique. It was one of the secret techniques of the Purple Sun Sect. In terms of attack power, this technique was very powerful. In this realm, there were very few Xuan techniques that could be compared to it.
On the other side, Jiang Xiaofan's expression was normal. He was not afraid at all. Both of his hands shook and a silver talisman appeared in his left hand. It shone with a faint divine light. His right hand directly formed a fist and smashed towards the green blade.
"Clang …"
The crisp sound of metal colliding rang out. Jiang Xiaofan's right fist barely blocked Murong Ling's top-grade Spirit Weapon while his left hand directly pierced through the sea of fire and landed on Murong Ling's chest, sending him flying on the spot.
"He penetrated the Scorching Sunslash!"
The surrounding people were dumbfounded. Their eyeballs almost popped out. Jiang Xiaofan actually used his left hand to suppress and shatter the sea of fire. He sent Murong Ling, who was at the peak of the Ninth Sky of Jue Chen, flying. Many people felt a chill down their spines.
However, this was not the end. Under everyone's petrified gazes, Jiang Xiaofan suddenly moved. Without the slightest hesitation, he stretched out his silver hand and grabbed the cyan blade in Murong Ling's hand, forcefully snatching it away.
"You!"
Murong Ling's expression changed. Dozens of flames rushed out from behind him and gathered above his head to form a fire seal. It emitted an unparalleled scorching heat and a power that made people tremble. It directly fell and suppressed Jiang Xiaofan.
"The Fire God Seal of the Purple Sun Sect!"
"He actually cultivated this kind of technique. No wonder he is so powerful!"
Jiang Xiaofan sneered. He was fearless. His right hand grabbed the green spirit blade and exerted force. With a crisp crack, Murong Ling's face instantly turned pale. At the same time, he once again used the Spirit Transformation Talisman to face the Fire God Seal.
The Spirit Transformation Talisman was a secret technique from the Dao Scripture. It naturally restrained all kinds of techniques. Even though Murong Ling was at the peak of the Ninth Sky of Jue Chen, he still hadn't stepped into the Manifest God Realm. The Fire God Seal couldn't block the Spirit Transformation Talisman and shattered after a slight pause.
"Swish …"
Jiang Xiaofan closed in in an instant. His silver hand reached out and slapped down. The frightening power of his physical body caused the space to tremble and emit light crackling sounds.
Murong Ling couldn't block in time. His green spirit blade was snatched away and held tightly in Jiang Xiaofan's hand. He could only use the Spirit Weapon Lotus Throne to block in front of him to block that frightening silver hand.
"You can't block it!"
Jiang Xiaofan sneered. The big hand that he stretched out suddenly glowed with a silver light that was several times stronger than before. With a bang, the lotus platform was slapped away, and it hit the top of a cliff not far away, making a huge boom.
"Bang!"
He didn't stop. He lifted his leg in a flash and swept it out.
Murong Ling's expression changed. It was too fast. He could barely lift his right hand to block, but with his physical strength, how could he block Jiang Xiaofan's kick? He was sent flying on the spot. The bones in his right arm were shattered and his entire arm drooped down.
Jiang Xiaofan appeared in a flash and lifted his leg again. His speed was extremely fast and his momentum was heavy. He ruthlessly smashed onto Murong Ling's back, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood and flew out like a scarecrow.
"Bang …"
However, what shocked everyone was that Jiang Xiaofan's speed was too fast. Almost no one saw how he moved, but he suddenly appeared beside Murong Ling who was still in the air. He lifted his leg and stomped down.
"Crack …"
The sound of bones breaking could be heard. The powerful Murong Ling was directly stomped into the ground from the sky, causing cracks to appear on the incomparably sturdy battle platform. Blood could be seen at the corner of Murong Ling's mouth and his face was distorted.
"Senior brother!"
A disciple of the Zi Yang Martial School shouted and rushed forward.
"Get lost!"
Jiang Xiaofan's expression was cold. He didn't even turn his head as he waved out a sword Qi. It was as fast as his own speed. It arrived in a flash and pierced through the disciple's left shoulder, causing him to fall into the dust.
This result made many people's expressions change. Mu Rong Ling came here as a representative of the Zi Yang Martial House, but he was trampled under the feet of an unknown little cultivator. His junior brother apprentice was even subdued in one move. This … Where was the face of the Zi Yang Martial House? Where was Mu Rong Ling's dignity?
Jiang Xiaofan sneered in his heart. This was the result he wanted. When Murong Ling was at his most glorious moment, he would ruthlessly stomp him under his feet. This feeling of falling from the clouds to hell was something he believed that not many people could endure.
"You … You …"
Indeed, Murong Ling was no longer as calm as before. His face was ashen and blood was gushing out of his mouth. He looked at Jiang Xiaofan with hatred.
Jiang Xiaofan sneered. He stepped on Murong Ling and waved the blue spirit blade in his hand, aiming at Murong Ling's forehead.
He stared at Murong Ling for a long time. After a while, he suddenly said fiercely, "Where is the book I gave you? Where is it? Give it back to me!"
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