Chapter 929 Tianfeng Crisis! (1 update)

"What should I do? Is Ling Feng going to lose?"

Deng Yongshi excitedly pulled General Deng's arm and shook it constantly, but her eyes were always fixed on Ling Feng.

"It seems that Ling Feng has reached his limit."

General Deng shook his head, "But it's good this way. At least, losing the game this way is not shameful. And..."

General Deng looked up at the Tianbai King on the dragon throne and said slowly: "The face of the royal family is also saved."

In the referee's seat, all the referees sighed. Although it was a pity that the Tianfeng Sword Team lost, this was undoubtedly the best result.

"Stinky boy, you have a hundred pulse gates, why, do you still want to hide?"

Only Yan Cangtian stared at Ling Feng. He knew very well that Ling Feng had more cards. It was too early to say that he lost now.

On the sword fighting stage.

A light green light suddenly flickered, and a strong breath of life was injected into Ling Feng's body, which relieved his pressure a little.

It was Mu Qianxue who cast her recovery aura.

She gritted her teeth and saw that Ling Feng was at a disadvantage. She was ready to use the secret technique to improve her teammates' cultivation.

"Wait a minute!"

Gong Cheng suddenly raised his hand to stop her and said in a deep voice: "Junior Sister Mu, before the Fourth Prince makes a move, you can't use your amplification technique. Otherwise, once the Fourth Prince sees that the situation is not right, he will work with Xuanyuan Pozhen to deal with Ling Feng. We will not have any chance."

"But..." Mu Qianxue clenched her fist, "Brother Ling..."

"Believe him! In any case, wait until he defeats Xuanyuan Pozhen, and then use your ability to help him defeat the Fourth Prince."

Gong Cheng quickly analyzed the situation on the field. This was their only chance to win.

After all, the Fourth Prince's strength was not much worse than Xuanyuan Pozhen. In any case, the Fourth Prince could not be allowed to join forces with Xuanyuan Pozhen to attack, otherwise, the result could be imagined.

On the other side.

The Fourth Prince saw that Xuanyuan Pozhen gradually gained the upper hand, and the expression on his face became relaxed again.

Sure enough, Xuanyuan Pozhen did not disappoint him after all.

He turned back to look at his flag keeper and said in a deep voice: "Xiao Huanling, you should also recover for the team members!"

"Yes!"

The flag keeper of the Royal Sword Team was a thin man with a light blue hood on his head and a pair of eyes that were strangely blue.

His eyes fluctuated slightly, and circles of light blue light radiated from him. Soon, they were divided into three energies and merged into the bodies of the three people of Xuanyuan Pozhen.

Suddenly, the aura of the three of them recovered about 30%, and it seemed a little different from before.

It seems that Xiao Huanling, who can become the flag keeper of the Royal Sword Team, is not an ordinary person.

"Hehe, this is fair!"

The corner of the fourth prince's mouth was curved. Xiao Huanling's healing aura still had a violent effect. Next, those ignorant guys of the Tianfeng Sword Team will be attacked more terribly.

"Hu... Hu..." Ling Feng panted slightly, holding the Ten Directions Annihilation with both hands tightly. The strength of Xuanyuan Pozhen made Ling Feng's face solemn. Has a Xuanyuan Pozhen made me reach my limit? No, it's far from the limit! Although he can still use the ability of Jingmu Jie, once this move is used, his mental power will be almost drained, and he will basically have no chance to attack again, so this move must be reserved for the Fourth Prince. After all, from beginning to end, he has not consumed any physical strength. If he can't defeat Xuanyuan Pozhen and the Fourth Prince in succession, the Tianfeng Sword Team will definitely lose. As for Mu Qianxue's ability, his views are consistent with Gong Cheng, and he must leave enough trump cards to deal with the Fourth Prince. "Ling Feng, I am very surprised that you can persist to this point! Next, you won't have any chance!" Xuanyuan Pozhen swung the Jingxie Sword in his hand lightly, and his control of this evil sword has reached the point where he can use it as easily as his arm. "Really?" Suddenly, Ling Feng raised his head, and his eyes were filled with fighting spirit again. At this moment, the doubts on Ling Feng's face completely disappeared, and all distractions were thrown away. What competition, what victory or defeat, what decisive battle. Throw it all away, at this moment, there is only fighting! Shifang Jumie seemed to be in tune with Ling Feng's mind, and at the same time, a high-pitched dragon-like sword chant burst out, reaching the nine netherworlds and shaking the earth. While Ling Feng and Xuanyuan Pozhen were standing face to face, the battle between Li Bufan and Yan Jinghong also became the focus of countless people's attention. Yan Jinghong, who had recovered, made his killing moves more fierce. Every time he attacked, even the thunder was almost frozen, and the power of the wind and thunder left arm was also a huge burden on him. Every time he performed the Thunder Explosion Step, he felt that his legs were almost burnt, and his body began to be unable to withstand the terrifying speed. "The last gasp of a spent force!"

Yan Jinghong laughed strangely, "You are worthy of competing with me? Go to hell! The Ice Emperor is coming!"

Li Bufan clenched his sword tightly and used the power of wind and thunder to break free from the blockade of the cold air. If he had not swallowed the Holy Dragon Blood Pill, he would have reached his limit at this moment.

"Thunder is coming! Thunder cut!"

Ziziziz!

The terrifying arc of electricity once again wrapped around Li Bufan, and he stepped out in an instant, approaching Yan Jinghong. No matter what, he must be held back before others can establish an advantage!

"Wishful thinking, your tricks are getting old!"

Yan Jinghong shouted loudly and froze all the space around him, including himself and Li Bufan.

Bang!

There was an explosion, and the huge ice cube shattered in mid-air. Yan Jinghong floated back, while Li Bufan was directly blown away. He covered his chest with his palms and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

This Yan Jinghong is a top evildoer after all, and at this moment, he still showed extremely excellent fighting talent.

"Hmph, you're done!"

A ferocious look flashed in Yan Jinghong's eyes, and he swung out his long sword, which immediately condensed into ice that filled the sky, and shot towards Li Bufan.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Li Bufan barely managed to hold on in the frost storm, and suddenly fell into an absolute disadvantage.

"Extraordinary!"

When Jiang Xiaofan saw Li Bufan's situation, he panicked. Suddenly a flaw appeared in his defense, and Dugu Lang found the opportunity.

"laugh!"

A sword, with bloody flowers, pierced Jiang Xiaofan's right shoulder directly, gouging out a piece of flesh and blood.

"Um!"

Jiang Xiaofan groaned, his face turned pale, and his body trembled slightly.

"Hahaha, do you still care about others?"

Dugu Lang laughed loudly, Jiang Xiaofan's defense was really a headache, but now that his defense was broken, then it was time for him to show off his power.

"Swift Wolf Slam!"

Dugu Lang let out a low roar, and a burst of wolf howls filled Jiang Xiaofan's ears. Then, he saw a sword light slashing towards him. Jiang Xiaofan barely raised his sword to resist, but heard a loud "clang" sound, and the Shen Yuan Sword in his hand fell away. Flying out, he was directly knocked dozens of feet away.

The wound on Jiang Xiaofan's shoulder suddenly opened, and the blood immediately dyed his clothes red.

"Look how you can compete with me without your sword!"

Dugu Lang's eyes flashed with a chilling chill, he roared and lunged towards Jiang Xiaofan.