Chapter 415 The dust has settled

In the past, Feng Qing'er was full of pride, and she was convinced in her heart that Mu Qingluan, as a descendant of the Tianluan, was nothing but a firefly in front of the great reputation and noble bloodline of the Tian Yaohuang, and was not worth mentioning.

But in today's competition, seeing that terrifying purple-gold dragon coming with its fangs bared and claws howling, the pressure emanating from its body was as real as a substance, as if it could crush everything around it.

Even though Feng Qing'er was extremely unwilling, like there was something stuck in her throat, she had to force herself to quickly raise her level of attention to Mu Qingluan to the extreme.

She had understood that if she continued to be careless and stubborn as before, she would be the only one who would suffer miserably and be defeated in this duel.

As a person with the noble bloodline of the Heavenly Demon Phoenix, Feng Qing'er is full of pride and self-esteem. How could she tolerate such humiliation?

Feng Qing'er's beautiful eyes opened wide, tightly locking onto the giant purple-gold dragon. As it cut through the sky, it was surrounded by surging energy. Wherever it passed, the space seemed to be unable to bear the weight, and hideous cracks appeared one after another.

Seeing this scene, Feng Qing'er's pretty face instantly became as solemn as frost. With a swift wave of her jade hand, the black light that had swept across the sky like a world-destroying black python, flew back at the speed of lightning like a summoned soul.

Under the focus of everyone's ardent gazes, the black light plunged into the body of the giant illusory black phoenix behind him.

In an instant, a magical scene appeared. The black phoenix, which was originally a little illusory and exuding a gloomy and evil spirit, seemed to have absorbed endless power. Its body quickly solidified, and its feathers seemed to be real and tangible, with faint rays of light flickering in between.

The pressure emanating from its body was like a rolling black cloud, growing thicker and heavier, until the air around it seemed to be stagnant, causing people to feel uneasy.

"Holy Icon Demonic Phoenix Bell!"

Feng Qing'er's expression was stern, and her hands formed complex, mysterious and dazzling marks at a speed that was beyond the reach of the naked eye.

In an instant, she opened her red lips and let out a cold shout, just like an ice edge suddenly cracking in a cold night, and the sound waves pierced through the void.

As soon as the shout fell, the giant illusory black phoenix behind him suddenly became lively and agile, as if ignited by a raging fire, and raised its neck to the sky, emitting an extremely sharp phoenix cry that pierced the sky.

Wherever the sound was heard, the air was filled with ripples of fear. At the same time, the dark black light around her body was like a surging black wave, surging and rolling, and the intensity of the light suddenly increased greatly. In a moment, it was like a giant beast swallowing the sky, completely enveloping Feng Qing'er's body.

After being wrapped tightly, the powerful and heavy black light seemed to have life. It continued to surge and change. In just a moment, it magically condensed into a huge black bell that was more than ten feet tall.

The bell was surrounded by flickering dim light, revealing a bone-chilling chill and mysterious pressure. It hung quietly in the air, as if an ancient artifact from the ancient times had appeared in the world, shocking everything around it.

This huge black bell stretches across the sky. It has a magnificent size and a vast surface area. Its entire body is as black as ink and exudes a gloomy and cold luster.

On the surface of the bell, there is a black phoenix engraved. Its body is agile and it is about to flap its wings and soar into the sky. Strong and strange black flames are rising from the phoenix's body, adding a bit of evil charm and mystery to the giant bell.

The strange thing is that although it is condensed from pure energy, it seems to transcend the realm of illusion and is more real than the real things in the world. The black light flowing on it is like real black silk, and the delicate texture and light and dark changes are exactly the same as the real thing, which makes people marvel.

The sudden appearance of the huge bell was like thunder from the blue sky, instantly setting off the whole place and causing everyone to exclaim in surprise. From a distance, it exuded an awe-inspiring aura of inviolability and an indestructible feeling.

It is not difficult to imagine that its solidity must be terrifying. Even if an ordinary Dou Zong strongman put all his strength and exerted all his skills to attack this giant bell, he would be like an ant trying to shake a tree, helpless and unable to shake it at all.

……

"Demon Phoenix Bell..."

Sitting on the seat, Sword Master looked at the huge black bell with a serious expression. For some qualified strong men, the reputation of this thing is quite impressive.

"I heard that this Demon Phoenix Bell is a fighting skill passed down from ancient times by the Heavenly Demon Phoenix Clan. According to legend, it was created by a Heavenly Demon Phoenix senior who had reached the realm of Dou Sheng. It has been polished over the years and has been passed down to this day. Its defensive ability is extremely terrifying and can be said to be as solid as a rock."

"Not only that, but within this defense, there is also a fierce sonic attack method hidden. The coordination between offense and defense is extremely exquisite, making it hard to defend against. This has always been the most powerful skill of the Sky Demon Phoenix Clan. In a contest of the same level, few people can break this trick."

Xiao Ling stared at the huge black clock in the field, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with a click of the tongue.

He paused, turned his head and looked at Lei Zun, with a hint of smile in his tone, "If the top masters of the Heavenly Demon Phoenix Clan were to perform it, the Demon Phoenix Bell would probably cover the area of ​​100 miles. Once the bell rings, all life inside would be destroyed. However, Feng Qing'er obviously only knows a little bit now, but her future is undoubtedly promising. Lei Zun, you have accepted an extraordinary disciple!"

"Haha, Master Xiao Ling, you flatter me too much!" Lei Zun laughed loudly, his face full of pride, "I am just specialized in wind and thunder fighting spirit, and Feng Qing'er happens to also possess wind and thunder fighting spirit, which is quite compatible with me. That's why I took her as my apprentice by chance."

The fact that Venerable Lei could accept Feng Qing'er, a member of the Heavenly Demon Phoenix clan with such pure bloodline as his disciple was one of the few things he could be proud of.

The Sky Demon Phoenix clan is a clan with many powerful people and profound heritage, and is famous in this vast world.

With the master-disciple relationship as a bond, Venerable Lei has established a relationship with the Sky Demon Phoenix clan, which makes him more confident. He had just come up with the idea of ​​colluding with the other two pavilions in this Four-sided Pavilion Competition, to compete with the Xingyun Pavilion and suppress the rising momentum of the Xingyun Pavilion.

However, when Xiao Ling first appeared, he gave a warning, and Lei Zun's idea of ​​confronting Xingyun Pavilion was immediately abandoned, and he dared not mention it again.

"This Demon Phoenix Bell is indeed powerful. It is the inherited fighting skill of the Heavenly Demon Phoenix Clan. It is very famous, has amazing defensive power, and its attack methods are also very tricky." Sword Master stroked his beard lightly, looking back and forth at the two people competing in the arena, and then changed the subject and said with interest,
"However, from what I have seen, the sword skills displayed by Mu Qingluan should not be underestimated! It is still unknown who will have the last laugh. This competition is becoming more and more interesting."

Everyone agreed with what the Sword Master said, and no one wanted to refute it. The Demon Phoenix Bell that Feng Qing'er used was a secret technique inherited from the Heavenly Demon Phoenix Clan. It was famous and powerful, with a defense as solid as a fortress and a fierce attack.

But the giant purple-gold dragon summoned by Mu Qingluan should not be underestimated either. The tremendous power emanating from its body was surging, as if it was going to tear the heaven and earth apart. Its terrifying power was enough to send chills down the spine of the spectators.

What is particularly special is that the faint pressure hidden in the body of the purple-gold dragon seems to be weak, but it seems to contain ancient mysterious power. Even a strong man like Lei Zun felt a faint throbbing in the depths of his soul and a sense of fear when he touched it.

The people sitting at the table were all knowledgeable and had extraordinary vision. They immediately understood that the fierce confrontation before them was the deciding factor in this fight and the key moment to determine success or failure.

However, the situation was confusing and the strength displayed by both sides was unfathomable. As far as the current situation was concerned, it was difficult for them to determine who would win. They could only wait and see...

……

The black giant bell had just solidified into shape, and it was gleaming with dim light, emitting a terrifying pressure. At the same time, the purple-gold dragon was like a dazzling purple-gold meteor, cutting through the sky and roaring towards them.

Compared with the former's majestic size that covered the sky and the sun, the purple-gold dragon's body appeared quite slender and long, but no one dared to underestimate its power. Just looking at the space cracks on the dragon's side that looked like ferocious giant mouths, one could deeply feel the terrifying power contained therein.

Under the intent and tense gazes of the crowd, the giant purple-gold dragon, with endless power and a determination to fight to the death, rushed towards the giant black bell like an arrow and slammed into it fiercely.

"Dang!" At the moment when the two collided, it was like thunder exploding in the ears, and a powerful and loud bell sound suddenly exploded.

The sound seemed to carry a tremendous force, surging out from the surface of the giant bell, transforming into a tangible and majestic sound wave, raging wildly in a circular shape and spreading layer by layer.

Wherever it passed, the space shook, the wind and clouds changed color, and even the layers of dark clouds hanging high in the sky seemed to be stirred by a pair of invisible giant hands. In an instant, they were surging and turbulent, and the whole world seemed to be shrouded in the pressure of this sound wave, which made people tremble with fear.

At the point where the two collided, the situation instantly became tense. The jet-black giant bell was like a towering black fortress, doing its best to resist the fierce attack of the purple-gold dragon. Cracks had already appeared on the surface of the bell like spider webs, but with the powerful heritage of the fighting skills inherited by the Sky Demon Phoenix Clan, it had not yet shown any signs of breaking or collapsing.

On the other hand, the giant purple-gold dragon's figure became a little illusory under this violent collision, and the tremendous energy surrounding its body seemed to be in a state of disorder, as if it would collapse and disintegrate in the next moment. The situation was precarious.

Just as the spectators were certain that Feng Qing'er's Demon Phoenix Bell had already gained the upper hand and was about to win the final victory in this duel, Venerable Lei in the stands couldn't help but raise his mouth, unable to hide his joy, and firmly believed that his disciple would be able to win proudly with the secret skills handed down from generation to generation by the Heavenly Demon Phoenix Clan.

However, at this critical moment, something unexpected happened! In the purple-gold dragon's originally lifeless eyes, a look of contempt suddenly flashed across it, like a superior looking down on an ant, just like a wild beast that was completely enraged, and its momentum suddenly changed.

Its extremely sharp claws exerted great force and embedded themselves deeply into the giant bell. It then pulled it hard, as if tearing the void apart. Space cracks extended out, and violent space forces emanated from them, raging against the giant black bell.

The huge black bell, which was originally struggling to hold on and try to stay intact, suddenly couldn't bear the weight and broke into pieces, turning into countless fragments that flew everywhere. Then these fragments gradually turned into black rays of light and gathered towards it.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the spreading black mist. Looking carefully, they could vaguely make out the outline of a woman. It was Feng Qing'er.

Feng Qing'er's figure was hidden in the black light, her heart full of disbelief. Her eyes were anxious, staring at the majestic purple-gold dragon not far away, which exuded terrifying oppression.

"What kind of fighting skill is this that can tear open the defense of the Demon Phoenix Bell so brutally? How is this possible!" Feng Qing'er's cherry lips trembled slightly as she muttered to herself.

There was no longer the arrogance of the past in her beautiful eyes. The look of panic was like a surging tide, quickly drowning the remaining calmness. Only panic was left in her eyes, and her body was shaking slightly unconsciously.

In the past, she relied on the great reputation and noble bloodline of the Sky Demon Phoenix clan, and her eyes and brows were full of pride. But at this moment, her usual arrogance was like spring foam, shattered by the cruel reality.

After forcefully breaking the Demon Phoenix Bell, the giant purple-gold dragon seemed to vent its anger at being underestimated. It looked up to the sky and let out a dragon roar that shook the sky. The roar was accompanied by tremendous pressure, causing the surrounding space to tremble.

Then, all its strength surged again, and its body was like an arrow shot from a bow, rushing towards the black light that had not yet dissipated.

When it got closer, the dragon's huge head suddenly stretched out, and its bloody mouth suddenly opened, biting Feng Qing'er's body accurately.

Feng Qing'er's beautiful eyes opened wide, and fear instantly filled her eyes, but before she could struggle or call for help, she was swept up by the giant dragon with endless brute force, and smashed rapidly to the ground below.

"boom!"

There was a loud bang as if the sky was falling and the earth was splitting apart. In an instant, smoke and dust rose up, as if a raging sandstorm was sweeping across the square. A shocking deep pit was blown out on the ground, and the cracks spread wildly in all directions like a hideous spider web. The surrounding stands were also affected, causing everyone to exclaim in surprise and their expressions changed suddenly.

Everyone's eyes were directed towards the dusty square, and they all stared intently, holding their breath, hoping to catch a glimpse of movement.

However, the diffuse smoke was like an airtight curtain, and a dead silence continued to seep out from it, without any sound coming from it.

Instantly, an indescribable astonishment and suspicion spread rapidly among the crowd. They looked suspicious, whispered to each other, and secretly speculated in their hearts, could it be that Feng Qing'er, who was considered the best in Fenglei Pavilion and had the noble blood of the Heavenly Demon Phoenix, had already been defeated?

The doubts were still on everyone's minds and lingering in their hearts, but before they could spread, there was a sudden movement from Mu Qingluan at the other end of the square.

At this moment, her face was pale and her body looked a little weak. Because she had used all her strength in the previous move, there was little fighting spirit left in her body. Only with her tenacity and willpower did she barely retain some strength to move.

But even so, she still flapped her wings. That pair of gorgeous green wings sparkled in the sunlight, and as they flapped gently, they brought up brilliant streaks of light, carrying her body lightly as she soared into the sky.

After a moment, she flapped her wings violently, like the wind and clouds rising. A gentle yet powerful breeze rushed out with force, whistling past, dispersing all the billowing smoke and dust stirred up by the previous explosion.

In an instant, the originally blurry scene in the center of the square gradually became clear, and everyone looked over eagerly, wanting to find out what was left after this thrilling duel.

The originally flat and wide square now looked as if it had experienced a catastrophe, with broken bricks and stones, potholes everywhere, and a devastated and dilapidated state. In the midst of this mess, a delicate figure in a colorful dress was lying on the ground in a mess. It was Feng Qing'er.

The colorful skirt she was wearing must have been exquisite and gorgeous in the past, but now it was tattered and torn, with strips of cloth hanging freely. Fortunately, the torn hem of the skirt covered the key parts, so she could barely maintain a sense of decency.

The exposed skin of the arms and neck was covered with crisscross wounds. Blood oozed out, dried, and formed dark red scabs, like a hideous spider web crawling on them, revealing a shocking and tragic scene.

The originally smooth and neat black hair now had completely lost its former neatness. It was like messy weeds, spreading out wantonly and scattered messily on the ground covered with dust and gravel. A few strands of hair were still stained with blood, and they fluttered weakly in the breeze, showing a desolate and miserable state.

At this time, Mu Qingluan gently flapped her pair of green wings and slowly landed in front of Feng Qing'er.

Although her face revealed a bit of fatigue, her body was still agile. She held the sword tightly in her hand and swung it without hesitation. The cold and sharp blade was firmly against Feng Qing'er's throat.

Feng Qing'er's beautiful eyes were full of stubbornness. Even though she was in such an embarrassing situation, she still refused to show any sign of weakness and stared straight at Mu Qingluan.

Seeing this, Mu Qingluan looked calm, but her tone was full of unquestionable certainty, and she said softly: "Feng Qing'er, I won this competition."

Although the words were light, they were like a heavy hammer, hitting Feng Qing'er's proud heart heavily in this silent and messy square.

As Mu Qingluan's voice announcing the victory slowly fell, the surroundings suddenly exploded, with noisy sounds rising one after another and continuously.

Everyone looked at each other with astonishment and disbelief on their faces. This outcome was truly beyond everyone's expectations.

Back then, when Feng Qing'er revealed her identity as the Heavenly Demon Phoenix, her innate nobility and respectability caused exclamations and discussions all around, and everyone was shocked by the stunning appearance of the Heavenly Demon Phoenix bloodline.

In their hearts, the Sky Demon Phoenix clan is famous, and the power of their bloodline is noble and extraordinary. They have already stood at the pinnacle of the Douqi Continent and are synonymous with being invincible at the same level. Fighting across levels is commonplace for them.

On the other hand, although Mu Qingluan's Tianluan bloodline is also a rare and precious bloodline in the world, in people's inherent concept, compared with the former, although it cannot be said to be the gap between a firefly and the bright moon, there is indeed an insurmountable gap between the two. This gap is far from a little bit, but is quite huge.

(End of this chapter)