Volume 1, Chapter 151, the arena battle (first update, please guarantee)

Ying Chengfeng shook his head secretly. Judging from his heart, this person's qualifications and talents are the best choices. When practicing martial arts, he also worked hard and did not relax at all, so he achieved his achievements and status today. "《

All of this is so hard-won.

But unfortunately, this person is too narrow-minded and can't stand others better than him. Once he finds that someone has a tendency to surpass him, he will try every means to kill the other party.

Such a mind will inevitably affect his future achievements.

Of course, this emotion only flashed through Ying Chengfeng's heart. He waved his sleeves, took a big step, and slowly walked up from the other side of the ring.

If it were just for momentum, he was indeed faintly suppressed by Zhang Xuelin at this moment.

However, Ying Chengfeng didn't care about these things. If he met a chess opponent and met a good talent, he would definitely do his best. However, facing Zhang Xuelin, whose true qi cultivation is only as good as the Black Iron Realm, he really couldn't raise his energy too much.

Slowly stepped onto the high arena, Ying Chengfeng pulled out the ice sword from behind and said, "Brother Zhang, please."

Zhang Xuelin's face slightly condensed and he said, "Why don't Brother Ying use the Overlord Gun?"

In the Qidao Sect, everyone knows that the Overlord Gun in Ying Chengfeng's hand is extremely powerful and is his main weapon. Although this ice sword has been used, if it is based on its reputation, it will be far from the famous Overlord Gun.

Ying Chengfeng smiled slightly and said, "What weapon do you use? It seems that Brother Zhang's consent is not needed."

Zhang Xuelin's face flashed with evil spirits and said, "Okay, since Brother Ying looks down on me so much, then I can only do my best and ask Brother Ying for advice."

There were whispers slowly sounding from the audience, but because of the large number of people, it sounded noisy.

Although Ying Chengfeng did not listen deliberately, some words still penetrated into his ears.

Most of the disciples of the sect below think that he is too arrogant and even disrespects his opponents. Some of the female disciples even cursed secretly to stand up for Zhang Xuelin. (")

After rolling his eyes, Ying Chengfeng had to admit that the young man is still very popular at some point.

With a flip of his wrist, Zhang Xuelin had already pulled out his long sword with him.

This was a dark spiritual soldier. The entire weapon was covered with cold light, and a faint coolness spread.

Zhang Xuelin held the hilt of the sword inverted and said aloud: "Brother Ying, this is a black water spirit weapon forged by Master Feng himself. It is a secret pattern spirit weapon. Please be careful with Brother Ying."

"Okay, Senior Brother Zhang is the real gentleman."

"Come on, Brother Zhang."

More than ten calls came from below, and many female children even had their eyes full of peach blossoms. They wanted him to beat his opponent to win as soon as he made a move.

Although Ying Chengfeng was valued by bigwigs such as Feng Kuang, he had not been in the Qidao Sect for a long time and knew very few people.

But Zhang Xuelin is different. As a member of the law enforcement hall, he has been hanging out in the mountain gate for several years. With his flawless appearance and disguised attitude, he is enough to win the favor of most young people.

Especially those girls, when they meet him, the possibility of becoming a nerd is very high. However, he is also a very charming person, and even most male children regard him as the number one idol to worship him.

Therefore, before the two sides officially started the competition, the momentum turned one-sided toward Zhang Xuelin.

Ying Chengfeng laughed and said, "The spiritual weapon forged by Master Feng, that must be good, Brother Zhang, please."

After all, Zhang Xuelin is a rising star among the sects, especially he is qualified to enter the Inheritance Tower trial, so it is not uncommon for Feng Kuang to forge a spiritual soldier for him.

However, when he specifically told the matter, the taste changed a little, which made Ying Chengfeng feel a little angry.

"Brother Ying, be careful."

As soon as Zhang Xuelin finished speaking, his figure had turned into a ray of light and rushed towards Ying Chengfeng.

The long sword in his hand splashed white light, forming an endless sea of ​​white ice in the sky. (")

As soon as he got started, he stimulated the maximum power of the long sword in his hand. If the power of this secret-patterned spiritual weapon was induced to the extreme, he would not be able to resist it.

White ice fog swept towards Ying Chengfeng. Each white mist contained powerful and unimaginable freezing air. As long as you wrapped Ying Chengfeng in it, you could freeze him into a big ice lump. At that time, no matter what means he had, he could not use it.

Ying Chengfeng's eyebrows raised slightly, and he was worthy of being a spiritual weapon created by the master. His power was far beyond his expectations.

The secret pattern power of this long sword is not even lower than that of the ice sword in his hands.

You should know that the birth of the Ice Sword is a coincidence. If you do not absorb the power from another sword, you will not be able to achieve this at this time.

However, the long sword forged by Feng Kuang reached this level, which naturally surprised him quite.

Facing the ice fog that was swaying all over the sky, Ying Chengfeng's body swayed for a moment, and then disappeared like a ghost.

Although the ice fog that swept through is powerful, at least it can only be effective when it encounters people. Once Ying Chengfeng disappears, they are like flies covering their heads.

Zhang Xuelin's face changed slightly, and he cursed in his heart. Feng Kuang must have told Ying Chengfeng the pros and cons of this sword, otherwise how could he have escaped from the fog so easily?

However, he didn't know that Feng Kuang had never mentioned a word to Ying Chengfeng at all.

It is really that Ying Chengfeng’s mental strength is too strong now. As long as he is released slightly, he will immediately imprint the surrounding environment into his mind and find the most suitable way to deal with it.

As the ghost figure flashed, it had already flashed out of the ice fog that had not yet been surrounded.

With a light snorting, Zhang Xuelin turned around halfway and pointed his sword straight. The direction opposite the sword tip was exactly where Ying Chengfeng stood.

Unlike Zhang Xuelin's appearance, Ying Chengfeng looked relaxed, and the ice sword in his hand was slapped loosely, with a smile on his lips.

However, this smile has countless feelings in the eyes of different people.

Feng Kuang naturally thought he was confident, but everyone below thought Ying Chengfeng was too arrogant. As for Zhang Xuelin, he seemed to see Ying Chengfeng's ridicule and ridicule in this smile.

He was furious and murderous intent was full of murderous intent. However, this murderous intent only flashed by, because he knew that if he really used all his means to kill Ying Chengfeng in this occasion today, he might not be able to escape Feng Kuang's anger.

Even his grandfather Zhang Wannian may not be able to protect him.

So, he took a deep breath and forced the murderous intent in his heart to suppress it. However, when he took action, he couldn't help but feel a bit fierce.

A ray of sword light shot out straight out, and the sword light was extremely fast, and it almost came to Ying Chengfeng's body in the blink of an eye.

However, Ying Chengfeng still made a mistake and flashed his body. He barely avoided the attack of the sword when he was unable to make any moves. What made Zhang Xuelin even more shocked was that just when Ying Chengfeng was in a state of turmoil, the aura in his body seemed to disappear.

In this way, even if Zhang Xuelin wants to follow suit, he will be powerless.

A little chilled in his heart, Zhang Xuelin complained secretly, really not understanding how Ying Chengfeng was able to hide his breath so deeply that he could even hide his aura.

Although Zhang Xuelin was able to find Ying Chengfeng immediately the next time, after losing the means of continuous strikes, his sword light could not threaten this powerful opponent with a body that was as lightning as lightning and sliding like a swimming fish.

Zhang Wannian's face gradually became solemn below. Zhang Xuelin was in the game and could not understand the mystery, but he had already seen the trick.

Ying Chengfeng's mental power is indeed powerful. He used his mental power as a barrier to cut off the external qi sensing. Although this move seems easy, it would be impossible if it was not as high as the other party's spiritual power, it would be no matter what.

The Bronze Realm, at least it is the spiritual power in the Bronze Realm.

The final inheritance, the final inheritance obtained by Ying Chengfeng actually has such power, which can make this kid make progress as fast as hell. If he falls into my hands...

A hint of greed flashed in his eyes, and the outcome of the ring was no longer in his heart.

Suddenly, Zhang Xuelin shouted, and the long sword in his hand danced like flying. The waves of ice fog soared into the sky, forming a powerful and tornado-like ice wind in the air, whirling around him as the center.

This blow is his ultimate skill, which at the cost of his entire strength, stimulates a huge and unimaginable ice-type power.

At this time, not only did the power of the long sword in his hand exerted, but even the robe, arm guards, etc. on his body flashed with corresponding light.

This attack condensed the power of his spiritual weapon in one piece and exploded, not only covering all directions, but also being so powerful that it was far better than any previous one.

Zhang Xuelin's face turned red, and he used his true energy to the extreme.

In fact, the power of this attack has exceeded the limit of the Black Iron Realm and is completely the power of the Bronze Realm. Only a pride of heaven like Zhang Xuelin can inspire it in the Black Iron Realm.

Under the arena, everyone's eyes widened, and some female sects even blocked their mouths with silk cloth, with bright little stars flashing in their eyes.

Ying Chengfeng knew how to dodge from head to toe. Now the icy wind enveloped the entire arena, let's see how he dodges.

However, Ying Chengfeng sighed softly under the gaze of everyone, as if he was extremely helpless and reluctantly let go of his hand.

What he held in his hand was the Ice Sword.

However, when he let go of his hand, the sword did not fall on the ring, but floated out of thin air, as if it was holding it with an invisible force.

The color in Zhang Xuelin's eyes faded instantly, and even a hint of fear flashed.

He tried his best to activate the power of the spiritual weapon on his body, but at this moment, his heart was so helpless.

"disease……"

Ying Chengfeng shouted softly, and suddenly, the ice sword released endless light.

A sword is shining, chasing the soul and catching the soul.

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