"The final battle of the trial between Meng Hao and Wang Tengfei, the winner will be promoted to the inner disciple." Elder Ouyang looked at Meng Hao with encouragement in his eyes and spoke slowly.

The moment his figure appeared, all the eyes around him were focused on Meng Hao. As his body jumped up and stepped onto the high platform, as Wang Tengfei opened his eyes and stepped onto the high platform with an indifferent expression, the entire square was stunned.

The disciples of the outer sect above suddenly erupted into a continuous buzzing sound.

"He really dares to come to power. Even if Meng Hao is very good at cultivation and has killed Han Zong, but he wants to challenge Senior Brother Wang, he is overestimating his capabilities."

"On the road to becoming a strong man, there will always be stepping stones one after another. He is just a stone destined to be stepped on in the rise of Senior Brother Wang."

"I still remember the scene when this person dared to steal the magic weapon given by Senior Brother Wang, but was taken back by Senior Brother Wang in front of everyone. At that time, he was like an ant in front of Senior Brother Wang."

Discussions swirled, and all kinds of ridicule spread around. It was not that these people had a deep hatred for Meng Hao, but that Senior Brother Wang was an existence that could not be provoked in everyone's minds.

"If he dies in Wang Tengfei's hands, the storage bag will be difficult to retrieve." Shangguan Xiu frowned and looked at Meng Hao.

Just when everyone here was almost mocking him, pushing Meng Hao to be on the opposite side of the world again, suddenly, a not loud but sharp voice suddenly came out.

"Meng Hao will win, Meng Hao will win, the inner disciple must be Meng Hao!" The little fat man shouted loudly in the square with a sharp voice that was still in the stage of changing his voice.

All the chaotic sounds from the outside world became extremely distant from the moment Meng Hao stepped onto the high platform. He stood calmly on the high platform and looked coldly at Wang Tengfei in front of him. Meng Hao understood that this would be the first time he stepped onto the high platform.

The most powerful opponent I have encountered since I started practicing cultivation will also be the most difficult battle.

But Meng Hao would not back down, he would fight, he would take action. As a man alive, there are certain things that he must do, just to live forever in the world.

Scenes from the past came to mind, causing Meng Hao to gently touch the storage bag.

There, there were stored several blood-stained fingernails that he had pulled out from his palm.

Glancing at Meng Hao lightly, Wang Tengfei stood there calmly, with a calm gaze, which contained a calm condescension and a disregard for ants, just like before.

He raised his right hand and waved it, as if to drive away flies and mosquitoes. In an instant, a whirlwind as tall as a person was in front of Wang Tengfei, swirling around and heading straight for Meng Hao.

Meng Hao's eyes flashed. He didn't have anything to say between him and Wang Tengfei. All his words were on the sword, all in the spells, and all in this scene. For him, it was the strongest battle in the past eighteen years.

Go to battle.

He took a step forward, raised his right hand and a wind blade appeared in an instant. It violently collided with the whirlwind in front of him, causing a banging roar and even more residual wind spreading.

war!

Meng Hao slapped the storage bag, and twenty flying swords came out simultaneously. Although they were a little twisted and seemed to be difficult to stabilize, the sword light was still dazzling and majestic. As he raised his right hand and pointed forward, the two flying swords immediately flew out.

The ten flying swords turned into rainbows, gave up their agility, and rushed straight towards Wang Tengfei.

war!

The sword light was like rain, setting off a dazzling light, condensing the power of twenty flying swords, and went straight to Wang Tengfei at this moment. In the blink of an eye, it collided with the whirlwind. Suddenly, the roar echoed, and the whirlwind was torn apart directly, but those

The flying sword was also turned and lost its direction by the whirlwind, and was swept up by the wind. From a distance, it looked like it had turned into a whirlpool of flying swords, but the wind was getting weaker and weaker, and it was about to disperse.

Wang Tengfei's expression remained unchanged, and he took a step forward with indifferent pride. When he took this step, his cultivation at the peak of the sixth level of Qi Condensation exploded instantly, turning into spiritual pressure that was not weak at this level.

, when it suddenly came, between the hand seals with his right hand, a trace of water appeared like a silk thread, and went straight to Meng Hao in an instant.

This is no longer a technique from the Kuoshan Sect, but a technique inherited from Wang Tengfei's family.

Meng Hao's eyes narrowed, and he took out the demon pill and swallowed it without hesitation. He pointed at the flying swords blown by the wind with his left hand. At the same time as the flying swords flew back quickly, Meng Hao raised his right hand to count the numbers in the hand.

The fire python condensed directly and rushed towards the water thread in front. The roaring sound immediately swirled again, as if it turned into a storm.

"Shui Feng, chop." Wang Tengfei said calmly, there was no contempt in his eyes, but his calm gaze was the same as when he wanted to abolish Meng Hao's cultivation, with confidence and disregard.

Almost as soon as his words came out, the crystal water threads immediately connected with the whirlwind in the sky, turning into a long stick with wind as the speed and water as the trace, and it went straight to Meng Hao and fell down in an instant.

Twenty flying swords rolled back and blocked under the long stick. During the roar, these flying swords seemed to have lost control and were scattered. Many of them collapsed and shattered. Meng Hao's body had retreated to

On the edge of the high platform, in front of him, a huge water mark as thick as the palm of his hand and three feet wide appeared on the high platform. This trace was imprinted on the floor tiles of the high platform, which was shocking.

A trace of blood appeared between Meng Hao's eyebrows, and blood flowed down the tip of Meng Hao's nose and fell to the ground, making Meng Hao look ferocious at this moment.

Twenty flying swords could shake Han Zong, but facing Wang Tengfei, they couldn't even let him cast a magic weapon. Just a spell that Meng Hao had never seen before almost killed him on the spot. If Meng Hao's cultivation

Because he was at the fifth level of Qi Condensation, he absolutely couldn't avoid this attack.

"Wang Tengfei is extremely talented and is good at many powerful spells in the Qi Condensation Realm. Even if he encounters the seventh level of Qi Condensation, he will have a headache. Meng Hao will die in this battle." Shangguan Xiu frowned even more, looking at

He was looking at Meng Hao with murderous intent in his eyes, but he was still thinking about how he would get the storage bag after Meng Hao died.

Seeing Meng Hao avoid this blow, Wang Tengfei still looked calm, as if the previous blow was very casual to him, like an elephant trampling on an ant. Even if the opponent dodged the first blow, the second blow would not

, still trampling. His handsome face smiled faintly, took a step forward, raised his right hand and pointed casually towards Meng Hao.

The moment this finger appeared, Meng Hao couldn't hear the buzzing chatter coming from all around. It seemed that in front of his eyes that day in this square, on the opposite side of the world, Wang Tengfei restrained himself with this finger.

Body, one finger shattered the jade pendant, one finger took away the gourd, and the other finger wanted to destroy his own cultivation.

Meng Hao's eyes showed a strong fighting spirit. That day he was humiliated by this finger, but today, he is no longer the cultivator he was before. Although he had not decided whether to sign up for the inner sect trial before, he was forced to come here.

, but Meng Hao had also been prepared. He had spent almost half of the past month trying to sacrifice his agility in order to control more flying swords.

Almost as soon as Wang Tengfei's fingertips fell, Meng Hao slapped the storage bag, and when the demon pill entered, he violently stretched out his hands to make a seal. Immediately, all the scattered flying swords in the surrounding square shook, and the sound of swords was heard.

This moment was earth-shattering. It was the roar of more than a dozen flying swords, the madness of more than a dozen swords. At this moment, the speed of these flying swords increased dramatically, turning into a rain of swords and coming straight towards Meng Hao from all directions.

Surrounded instantly, the moment Meng Hao lowered his hands and pointed towards Wang Tengfei, these flying swords roared straight towards Wang Tengfei with astonishing momentum.

At the same time, several flying swords flew out from Meng Hao's storage bag again. They gathered together and transformed into Meng Hao's current limit control of flying swords. They seemed to be able to pierce the city wall, with an astonishing roar, overwhelming the sky.

The finger that Ben Wang Tengfei clicked on.

boom!

The loud noise shook the entire outer sect. Twenty flying swords invisibly touched Wang Tengfei's right index finger half a foot away. In the roar, these nearly twenty flying swords rolled back together, and many of them collapsed and shattered.

It cracked, but it blocked Wang Tengfei's first finger.

Blood spilled from the corners of Meng Hao's mouth, and he took out the demon pill again and swallowed it. His eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, and his murderous intent was extremely strong, but he never said a word. Such was his personality. The more he wanted to kill, the angrier he became, the more silent he became.

Wang Tengfei's expression remained calm, as if he still didn't care about Meng Hao. This kind of disregard, this kind of pride, was just because he was Wang Tengfei!

He raised his steps and pointed his second finger.

This second finger originally collapsed the jade slip in front of Meng Hao. When it fell, Meng Hao did not wipe away the blood from the corner of his mouth, but directly swallowed it. The scattered flying swords rushed out again during the seal and flew straight towards Wang Teng.

At the same time, Meng Hao decisively cut away the control of those flying swords, letting them move forward with inertia.

He raised his right hand and slapped the storage bag suddenly. Suddenly, the sword light went away in an instant, and more than twenty flying swords appeared, becoming the second wave, whizzing away. Before and after the sword rain, there were nearly forty flying swords!

Meng Hao knew that there was a flaw in his tactics, because the flying swords had no agility, only speed and sharpness, so if the opponent wanted to avoid it, it would be embarrassing but not difficult, but Meng Hao was sure that with the opponent's pride, he would never avoid it.

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And even if he had to avoid it, since Meng Hao had thought of this, he would naturally have a way to stop it.

Such a scene, such a peak battle, is extremely rare among Qi Condensation monks. It can be said that in the entire Zhao Kingdom, such an amazing battle has not been found in the sixth level of Qi Condensation for hundreds of years!

Meng Hao's flying swords were sufficient, and after the battle in Black Mountain, he had been thinking about how to fight. With the help of the wind blade technique, he could operate a large number of flying swords at the same time, but it consumed spiritual power, and he could only control twenty.

Because it is not enough, it can only be controlled simply, and it can only move forward, but it cannot be flexible or turn. It is equivalent to giving up the agility of the flying sword, but only focusing on the benefit of its flying.

Therefore, he can control many flying swords, just like a mortal throwing them continuously, but instead of using his hands, he uses his spiritual power to keep the flying swords going straight. As long as the flying swords are enough, as long as his spiritual power is not exhausted, he can shake the same level.

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Wang Tengfei doesn't use the Guoshan Sect's magic at all. He looks down on the Kuoshan Sect, and naturally he also despises the magic here. All he uses are his family's magic. Because his family's power is so powerful, he can't use the Qi Condensation Technique.
Chapter completed!