Chapter 932 Unyielding fighting spirit! (4 more updates)

"A sword blows through the beauty of the city, and the gods are jealous of the common people and cut off their souls!"

In the midst of countless gazes, Xuanyuan roared as he broke through the formation, and his figure suddenly ejected, spinning wildly, driving the billowing evil energy into the sky, with a sword that reached the sky, like the sword god coming from the west, with a sword Crush the void, shatter the mountains and rivers.

This sword suddenly carries the artistic conception of the three moves of [Alluring City], [Heavenly Jealousy], and [Severing Soul] at the same time, like the stars falling and the heaven and earth collapsing.

Boom!

Xuanyuan's body broke through the formation and rolled up violent whirlwinds in mid-air. The golden sword light danced like ten thousand long whips, carrying a monstrous evil energy, reversing the airflow, dispersing the strong wind, and swept towards Lingfeng overwhelmingly. go.

"Well done!"

Ling Feng roared wildly one day, pushing the power of Ling Tian's sword to the extreme. The ten directions in his hand were destroyed and danced wildly. One sword rose into the sky, and he madly faced Xuanyuan's soul-breaking slash that broke the formation.

Boom boom boom!

The violent sword energy filled almost every corner of the sword fighting stage, and the strong energy barrier around the sword fighting stage once again showed spider web-like cracks.

The sound of waving swords, the sound of strong wind, the sound of sword blades clashing, the sound of piercing muscles, and the sound of rushing blood continuously came from the sword fighting platform, sounding like a stormy symphony.

Ling Feng's body was continuously slashed by the sword energy of Xuanyuan Po Zhen's Soul-Destroying Sword, leaving behind vicious bloody wounds. He couldn't even stand firmly, and he was defeated by the impact.

However, Ling Feng's eyes kept flashing with this light. Even though his body was hit by the raindrops of sword energy and his blood surged, he didn't even frown at all. Instead, he grinned and waved the long sword continuously. The impact came out.

(PS: Three moves are not equal to three swords. Each move is a coherent routine, and it is only counted as one move after it is completed.)

war! war! war!

Under the sword fighting stage, the shouts and cheers had long since disappeared, and everyone was stunned to see this extremely tragic battle on the stage.

The splashing blood was like a blooming red lotus, burning their eyes.

What is unyielding! What is fighting spirit!

At this moment, something seemed to be burning in their hearts, and the blood in their chests was boiling at this moment!

On the arena, the violent sword rain caused by Xuanyuan Po Formation's "Three Jue Tian Styles" was far from over. The sharp sword energy shot down, and the wounds on Ling Feng's body continued to increase.

A hint of respect flashed in Xuanyuan Pozhen's eyes, but he would not show mercy for this. This was an insult to Ling Feng and an insult to his dignity as a swordsman.

On the opposite side, Ling Feng was in the storm of sword rain, and his robes had been shattered into pieces. His whole body was covered with large and small wounds, and blood was leaking out. However, under the terrifying recovery power of Bahuang's body training technique, he quickly The scabs, at first glance, are full of hideous and terrifying scars, which is shocking.

"Oh my God, I'm afraid there are at least a hundred wounds on Ling Feng's body! Do you want to keep going?"

"The wound under the left rib actually pierced the body directly! It's terrible!"

"This is a real man! A real warrior!"

In the contestants' box, Gu Tengfeng clenched his fists. This battle was too brutal. Could it be that he still couldn't defeat the undefeated legend of the Royal Sword Team?

Xue Xiaolin even turned away, unable to bear to watch the scene on the stage any longer.

Lin Xian'er, Qin Wanwan, Ouyang Jing, Wang Yishan, Liu Yunfei...

Everyone stopped shouting and stared at the stage. If this situation continued, Ling Feng might really die on that sword fighting stage!

Everyone in the Zhongyuan Sword Team's camp was frowning, and even Ling Feng was in such a desperate situation.

Tianfeng Sword Team is completely hopeless!

Especially Yue Yunlan, who clenched her pink fist tightly and didn't even notice that her nails pierced the palm of her hand. In her heart, she no longer dared to hope for any miracles and could only pray that Ling Feng could walk out of the ring alive.

"Grandpa! What should I do? What should I do now?"

Deng Yongshi was excited by Ling Feng's Hundred Meridians before, but who would have thought that Xuanyuan's last move to break the formation would be so terrifying, actually suppressing the terrifying momentum of Ling Feng's Hundred Meridians. .

"This kid..."

Old General Deng narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice: "If he doesn't give up, the game will not end. Alas, he is still too young. Even if he is given another half a year, he can definitely defeat this Xuanyuan Breaking Formation head-on! But now, alas... there is little hope!"

Among the crowd, Yan Cangtian's heart was in suspense. Ling Feng even opened his hundredth pulse gate. Unexpectedly, Xuanyuan's ability to break the formation was so terrifying.

"Ling Feng, have you really reached your limit?"

Yan Cangtian stared at Ling Feng's back. No matter he lost or won, he didn't want Ling Feng to pay the price with his life for this game.

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On the sword fighting stage.

Ling Feng's long hair danced wildly, and he was unrivaled. He tore off the broken robe that was stuck to his body with his backhand. His upper body was bare, and his strong streamlined muscles revealed an unparalleled visual impact in the afterglow of the setting sun. And those large and small The scars add to the shocking feeling.

Despite the rain of swords, Ling Feng stood proudly, waving the long sword constantly, with a faint glimmer of light in his eyes. During the confrontation with Xuanyuan's broken formation, he vaguely seemed to have captured something, and there was a hint of understanding in his mind, which became clearer and clearer. .

However, the wounds on his body were becoming more and more numerous and deeper, which was simply shocking.

"Patience! Suppress! We must believe him!" Miyagi restrained Mu Qianxue again and said in a deep voice: "Junior Sister Mu, your role is the most critical. Now, we must believe in Ling Feng!"

Miyagi clenched his fists tightly, hating his own powerlessness and not being able to fight side by side with Ling Feng and the others.

But he must be the calmest among everyone. Only in this way can he see a chance of victory.

"Brother!"

"Ling Feng!"

When Jiang Xiaofan and Li Bufan saw Ling Feng's miserable state, they couldn't help but shout, but soon, their opponents attacked again.

"Hahaha, if you still care about others, just die!"

Dugu Lang's figure approached like lightning. Jiang Xiaofan, who had lost his sword, was like a tiger with its teeth pulled out, and could only be slaughtered.

Similarly, Li Bufan began to seem powerless when facing Yan Jinghong, who became increasingly fierce during the Vietnam War.

After all, Feng Lei's left arm was too heavy for his load.

"Jiejiejie..."

The expression on Yan Jinghong's face has become extremely distorted, like a ferocious evil ghost, "What about the monster, what about the genius, he is the one who is going to die here today!"

Countless frost storms were coming, and Li Bufan could only barely keep dodging at the speed of thunderbolts. His eyes were fixed on Yan Jinghong, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes: he could no longer rely on others to open up the situation. We must fight to the bitter end!