Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

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"Ling Yixue to Lingfeng!"

After a few more rounds, a heavyweight matchup began.

Ling Yixue ranked second in the elite hall, against Ling Feng, who ranked third.

This battle naturally attracted everyone's attention again, including Ling Yihang and Ling Xiao, two people who have maintained a winning streak.

"Ling Yixue! Ling Yixue!"

"Lingfeng! Lingfeng!"

In terms of the number of fans, Ling Yixue and Ling Feng are equal.

One is a talented beauty.

One is a genius disciple in this race.

Each has its own fans.

So when they came on stage, there were almost crazy cries and cheers from the audience.

"Ling Yixue, you have repeatedly rejected my love, it is an insult to me! Today I will make you regret it!"

For Ling Feng, Ling Yixue is his ideal partner.

As for Ling Yu, it's just a substitute.

It's a pity that Luo Hua deliberately flowed mercilessly, and Ling Yixue didn't take him seriously.

Today's duel, he naturally wants to retaliate.

"You can't force your feelings, let alone I just want to practice now!"

Ling Yixue said lightly.

There was no wave in her face, and it seemed that she did not put Ling Feng's provocation in her eyes at all.

Choking!

Ling Feng's sword is out of the sheath!

"Follow the Willow Sword" draws an irregular sword mark, which is fast and slow, making it impossible to catch.

The most terrifying part of this swordsmanship is its treacherousness.

When you think it is fast, it suddenly slows down.

When you think it is slow, it suddenly becomes faster.

Ling Yixue did not dare to be indifferent, her palms came out together, the air of ice spewed abruptly, it seemed that the air was frozen in back.

Everyone on the stage dared not even breathe.

After all, this is a duel between the second and third.

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In an instant.

The palms wrapped in ice greeted the strange long sword.

However, he just touched the following lightly, and the long sword suddenly changed direction, stab towards Ling Yixue's waist.

Fighting is not all tough.

Ling Feng's "Flying Willow Sword with the Wind" may not be as powerful as "Frost Palm", but the tricky place is far superior to Hanbing Palm.

But Ling Yixue is not an easy generation.

The long sword struck her, her figure retreated, and she easily avoided the blow.

"Alas, Ling Yixue has no family support, only relying on his own efforts. If he does not turn his gas into a gang, I am afraid to lose!"

After ten strokes, Ling Xiao shook her head gently.

He actually hoped that Ling Yixue would win, but looking at it like this, Ling Feng's sword tricks are really not to be underestimated, and the sword in his hand is also a treasure of ordinary products.

Ling Yixue was bare-handed, which was a disadvantage.

On the field, you come and go, and you have already done a hundred tricks!

However, neither side was injured.

Ling Feng's sword never touched Ling Yixue's clothing corner.

And Ling Yixue could not hurt Ling Feng.

Simply talking about martial arts, maybe the two are equally matched.

The battle soon entered a stalemate stage, and someone on the referee seat was already paying attention to the time.

But it's really difficult for the referee to decide who will lose and who will win this game.

Because the two are clearly equal, no one can hurt anyone.

It seems that it can only be a tie.

"You guys, it looks like this contest will end in a draw."

The chief referee looked at several people around him and discussed.

"That's not necessarily, Feng'er hasn't used his hole cards yet!"

It was not the referee who spoke, but Ling Xing, who did not know when to stand near the referee seat.

That is Ling Feng's father.

"Are there any cards?"

Several referees were shocked, they wouldn't think Ling Xing was alarmist.

There must be a reason for this.

"Look, the situation has changed!"

At this moment, someone suddenly shouted, causing everyone to hurry to look up.

On the competition stage, the battle situation really changed a lot.

After about two hundred strokes, Ling Feng avoided Ling Yixue's palm attack, then suddenly retreated and swept away with a sword.

A seemingly bland sword, but shot a strange sword gas!

Whoo!

"Ding!"

"Ok!"

Although Ling Yixue blocked this sword energy, he was still penetrated by the defense, and an arm was shot through a small hole.

With a snort, he flew out of the contest.

"Gang!"

Ling Yixue looked up at Ling Feng with a look of surprise in her eyes.

However, it was just a surprise.

"Well, let him win, my gangsters can't show up at this time!"

She also has gang gas, and more than Ling Feng, but she has her own ideas, gang gas is used in the finals, and it is not needed now.

"Actually turned Qi into Gang! No wonder Ling Xian was so confident that his son actually condensed Gang Qi!"

On the referee seat, everyone was surprised.

Although there are many warriors in the triple peak of Wumai, they can truly comprehend the uncommon.

Unexpectedly, this time the elite hall actually two people realized the gang qi.

"Ling Thirteen, Ling Thirteen, your son is hiding deep enough, and he has only used gang gas until now. His talent is really amazing. It seems that the top ten of this year's competition will have him a place."

The referee said with emotion.

Ling Thirteen just smiled lightly and said, "The elders are well-known, but the dogs are just rude."

Although he said so on his mouth, Ling Xian's face was uncontrollable excitement.

His son Ling Feng is only fifteen years old. At this age, he can enter the top ten of the Genius Hall, which is already very powerful.

"Ling Fengsheng!"

The referee announced the result of the game.

"Strange, how do you feel that Ling Yixue didn't seem to use her full strength?"

Ling Xiao touched his chin suspiciously. Although the result had come out, he always had a feeling.

Ling Yixue is still stronger than Ling Feng, just hiding something.

"Lingfeng! Lingfeng!"

The victory over Ling Yixue made Ling Feng's popularity unprecedented for a while, and even had the momentum to surpass Ling Yihang.

After all, looking at the lively, I don’t know how terrible Ling Yihang is.

"Yixue, why not, do you want to use your gang against me?"

Ling Yihang didn't know when he appeared beside Ling Yixue, and asked lightly.

"How come, I just want to rely more on the finals."

Since it was seen, Ling Yixue did not conceal.

"Relax, Lingfeng, let me clean up!"

Ling Yihang just said a little lightly, and then closed his eyes again, it seems that the competition on the field, there is no other game that can arouse his interest.

Ling Feng looked at Ling Yihang, and felt dull, then looked at Ling Xiao again, with disdain and resentment between his eyebrows.

The next one is you, Ling Xiao!

"Brother Feng, you are great!"

Before Ling Feng stepped down, Ling Yu actually stepped onto the stage to plunge into Ling Feng's arms, and then looked at Ling Xiao with a provocative look.

That seems to be saying, how do you beat me, my wind brother will avenge me.

Ling Xiao just smiled lightly.

It's really stupid enough to think that a little bit of gas has condensed, can you suppress me?

You are only qualified to force me to use "Bull Demon Skill · Manni Bull Demon".

However, your "Fu Liu Jian with the Wind" is not bad, so I will play with you later.

The game continued. After Ling Yixue lost, only three people remained in a row, namely Ling Yihang, Ling Feng and Ling Xiao.

To everyone, Ling Xiao is nothing more than a foil.

Ling Yihang and Ling Feng are the elite double arrogance of the elite hall, and their rivalry will inevitably become the finale.