Roar, roar, roar...

Many ferocious faces were flying in the dark fog, making shrill and harsh screams, which were very gloomy and terrifying. They were the large number of ghosts in Ye Feng's soul gathering banner.

Although Lin Qingxue is a mid-stage master of Jindan, she is still a woman. Seeing so many ghosts, her face changed slightly. However, she calmed down instantly and shouted coldly. The flying needles flying around her immediately emitted an extremely cold breath, and in an instant, frozen the ghosts in the surrounding black fog.

Slap sex...

The ghost popsicle fell to the ground like a ground and immediately broke into ice chips.

As the owner of the Soul Gathering Banner, Ye Feng also has spiritual eyes, and his vision and divine consciousness are not affected in the black fog. Ye Feng clearly saw that although the ghost was fierce, he could not get close to Lin Qingxue. He immediately waved his hand and threw the ancient Xuanjin sword into the sky, which was using the unique skill of throwing swords from Ziyang Sect.

As Ye Feng's cultivation level increases, the power of this sword throwing or sword throwing technique becomes greater and greater, which is almost Ye Feng's strongest move. Although Ye Feng's last move of the Feng Jue Canyun Sword Technique is also very powerful, it requires a set to be used to slightly surpass the power of the sword throwing technique.

Although Lin Qingxue can't see Ye Feng and his spiritual consciousness is seriously affected, he can detect the fluctuations of the spiritual power of heaven and earth. If Ye Feng uses the wind to sweep the remaining clouds, Lin Qingxue will definitely be discovered immediately, and the sword move will lose its effect.

The technique of throwing swords is different, and the black fog and ghosts in the sky just bought Ye Feng the opportunity to display and enough time.

The ancient Xuanjin sword flipped rapidly, and in a flash, black fog, rings and restrictions flew out, and even flew into a high altitude that ordinary monks could not reach.

"What's going on?" The monks were complaining that they could not see anything. Suddenly, they saw an ancient long sword flying out, and they couldn't help but look confused.

Even the Silver-haired scholar and other Nascent Soul masters who could vaguely see the situation in the arena were quite confused and did not understand what Ye Feng was doing.

"This is the ancient treasure sword of the head of the Ye family. It must have been knocked out by Lin Qingxue. Just like the magic sword that the head of the Ye family used to knock He Song away. Now the head of the Ye family will definitely lose. Even if it is covered by this magical magic weapon, the soul gathering banner, it will be useless." A monk said with his eyes.

"It makes sense. I know that the head of the Ye family is not Lin Qingxue's opponent. Their cultivation is much different." Another monk nodded and said.

"Wrong, I think it should be that evil cannot defeat righteousness. The head of the Ye family must be evil and heretics. No matter how powerful it is, it will be defeated sooner or later." Another monk said.

Such rumors spread in a flash, and the cultivators thought it was very reasonable. However, the ancient treasure sword that was knocked away did not fall for a long time, and the cultivators finally felt something was wrong.

Just as the cultivators were speculating where the Xuanjin Sword had gone, a rumbling thunder sounded, and the Xuanjin Sword finally slashed down from the sky like a black lightning. If the cultivators had not seen the Xuanjin Sword flying into the sky before and saw this sharp and fast sword light, they would have thought it was really a strange-colored thunder thunder.

"It turns out that the ancient treasure sword of the head of the Ye family was not knocked away, but was using its powerful sword moves." While the cultivators were shocked, they realized that they had all made mistakes. The rumors were indeed fake.

"Good guy, it's actually a sword technique. The power of this sword technique is probably to kill any early-stage Jindan cultivator. The head of the Ye family actually has such a profound sword technique, but he has not used it before. It seems that it would not be unfair to lose to him at all. If he really performed this sword technique on me, I would have been killed long ago."

He Song and Song Jingang, the two monks who were defeated by Ye Feng, saw this incredible sword light emitted huge pressure and powerful sword energy, all took a breath and were secretly glad that he was not the Japanese that the Ye family monks hated the most. Otherwise, even if they were a little stronger, they would definitely die in the face of such sword light.

The young masters had received orders from their elders to try their best to avoid Ye Feng, but they were still very dissatisfied and believed that Ye Feng might not be their opponent. Now seeing the sword light that Ye Feng had sacrificed, they realized that their elders were always so correct and forward-looking.

The monks and other monks also changed their original views. They originally thought that Ye Feng would definitely lose and could support him for a short time at most, but now they began to suspect that Ye Feng might draw or even win. At least Lin Qingxue would definitely not be able to win so easily.

"No, the head of the Ye family is indeed not idle."

Lin Qingxue was wondering why Ye Feng didn't take the opportunity to attack or take other measures to feel the powerful pressure as if the mountain collapsed, and the clear sound of wind and thunder. Finally, he suddenly realized it, and his eyes became solemn, and even his face changed again.

Although Lin Qingxue could not see the sword light, she could feel the sword energy, and she felt like she was locked and had nowhere to escape. She had never encountered this sense of crisis in a monk of the same level, let alone a low-level monk.

Since then, Lin Qingxue finally did not dare to look down on Ye Feng at all, and completely treated Ye Feng as a master of the same level. And even mid-stage Jindan monks rarely received such "treatment".

Lin Qingxue did not wait for the sword light to approach before making defense. She knew that once the sword light fell closer, it would be too late to defend again. She made a quick decision and immediately opened her mouth and sacrificed two magic weapons and flying needles again. The nine magic weapons and flying needles were finally released. After refining this set of flying needles and magic weapons, in addition to practicing and receiving guidance from the elders of the masters, this is the first time that she used nine flying needles to fight the enemy together.

The nine flying needles are originally a whole, and can be used separately, but their power is much smaller. And the number of nine needles is definitely not a simple amount or power tiring.

As soon as the last two flying needles appeared, the other seven flying needles immediately generated a sense, bursting with dazzling light and cold breath, and connected with the last two flying needles, as if they were not a whole set of nine magic weapons, but a whole, a single magic weapon.

Swish, swish, swish

Nine flying needles circled quickly, and an ice-colored storm formed in an instant. The storm swept across the entire arena, and it actually frozen all the black fog and the ghosts in it. It was not shattered for the black ice chips in the sky, and it fell on the arena as thick as half a foot.

The black fog and ghost were solved, and Qingming was immediately restored to the ring, and the gloomy and terrifying aura disappeared at the same time. Whether it was Lin Qingxue or the monks outside the ring, their vision and mood suddenly became clear. At the same time, Ye Feng's sword light also slashed over the ring.

Lin Qingxue's eyes were as bright as lightning, looking at Ye Feng's sword light, looking extremely calm. She shouted, pointed her jade hand upwards, and the ice-colored storm immediately hit each other, sweeping Ye Feng's sword light into it.

Ye Feng felt a powerful and invisible force through the Xuanjin Ancient Sword. This force not only tried to block the sword light and change the direction of the sword light, but also invaded the sword light like a tide, trying to forcibly erase Ye Feng's spiritual consciousness left in the Xuanjin Ancient Sword, and then make the sword light escape from Ye Feng's control and resolve this thunderous attack.

Ye Feng's sword light was obviously not so easy to resolve, otherwise this sword could not be called one of Ye Feng's strongest killer moves. This sword light was like a reef in the icy storm, not at all affected by the storm. In an instant, the ice storm continued to slash towards Lin Qingxue.

The ice-colored storm dissipated instantly, and the nine magic weapon flying needles were dim and scattered all over the ground. Lin Qingxue's face was pale, obviously suffering a considerable recoil damage.

However, compared to the sword light, this damage is simply insignificant. At least this damage will not be fatal, but the sword light is enough to destroy Lin Qingxue to death.

"The nine flying needles have been sacrificed, it seems that Lin Qingxue has given all his strength."

"Ye Feng is going to lose now. Hey, why is the sword light still there, but the ice-colored storm is broken?"

"How could the sword light have such a huge power?"

All the monks were shocked. Even Lin Qingxue showed unbelievableness and a determined look, intending to spit out a golden elixir to resist the sword light. At this moment, a colorful light suddenly appeared on Lin Qingxue's body. The sword light slashed above the light and disappeared immediately. Even the Xuanjin Sword was shook aside with dim light.

"Qingxue, you are defeated. Master Ye, you won't blame me for meddling in other people's business, right?" The silver-haired scholar on the referee's seat said with a smile. Only then did the cultivators understand why Lin Qingxue was safe and sound. It turned out that he was the master of the ring. Even if the silver-haired scholar stopped the competition, the previous colorful light defense would not be so strong.

"How dare I? I have to thank you for your actions. It is because of you that I dare to let go of this killer move." Ye Feng's eyes flashed with surprise and he said with a smile.

Ye Feng really didn't plan to kill Lin Qingxue, but he had to take all his strength, otherwise he would not be able to defeat Lin Qingxue at all. At the same time, he did not expect that this sword could really force Lin Qingxue to use all the flying needles and almost spit out the golden elixir. If Lin Qingxue really spit out the golden elixir, it might be able to block the sword light, but he would definitely be seriously injured in his vitality.

Ye Feng knew that the silver-haired scholar would definitely take action at a critical moment, and neither he nor Lin Qingxue would be killed by the opponent, so he would let go. However, the silver-haired scholar's strength still made Ye Feng feel beyond the reach of the world. Before, Ye Feng slashed the five-color light with a sword, and immediately felt a strange power as deep as the sea, huge but gentle, without any recoil.

Ye Feng's sword seemed to be slashing in the vast ocean, causing no change. Lin Qingxue in the light didn't even feel like she was hit at all.

However, Lin Qingxue was not physically hit, but was hit hard by Ye Feng psychologically. Only then did she realize how childish and ridiculous her previous pride was.

"I was ashamed, I didn't expect that I was not the opponent of the early stage monks of Jindan. Master Ye, you did win, I was convinced. But I will compete with you in the future. I hope you can practice quickly, so that we can have a truly fair competition among the same-level monks."

Lin Qingxue looked at Ye Feng with some complex eyes, admitted defeat calmly, then moved slightly, left the arena, said goodbye to the monks of this sect and went back to practice directly.

As for Ye Feng, he naturally won another victory, and at the same time he also welcomed the cheers of countless monks outside the ring. For high-level monks, ordinary monks instinctively worshipped high-level monks, but they felt that high-level monks were superior, so they were eager to defeat them as low-level monks. Ye Feng defeated the middle-level masters of Jindan with his early-stage Jindan cultivation, which just satisfies their deep wishes. Naturally, they would not be stingy with cheap cheers.

However, the Japanese and the cultivators of the Hai family were all cursing Ye Feng secretly. Even the cheering monks became the objects of their contempt and even hatred.

Ye Feng did not care about the views of the Japanese and the monks of the Hai family. Anyway, the hatred had been formed and he was destined to either die or die. He was still standing on the ring, waiting for the last competition in the second round. However, he waited for a long time, but no monk came on the field to challenge.

Obviously, the monks were all frightened by Ye Feng's previous courage. No monk in the same rank thought that he could surpass Ye Feng. In addition, Ye Feng's cold style, if it weren't for the silver-haired scholar, even Lin Qingxue, a genius from the Penglai Immortal Sect, would not have escaped his vicious hands. The cultivators naturally did not dare to take risks. They did not think that they would be like Lin Qingxue, and at a critical moment, the special care of the silver-haired scholar.

Seeing that no one dared to challenge Ye Feng, the silver-haired scholar stood up and said loudly: "If there are no fellow Taoists challenging the head of the Ye family, then according to the competition rules, the head of the Ye family will directly enter the next round of competition."

When the cultivators heard this, they were very envious, and even a little jealous, but there was nothing to say. Among the monks of the Hai family, a young monk in brocade clothes stood up and said in a loud voice: "Head Ye, I am also a mid-stage monk in Jindan. Do you dare to fight me?"

Ye Feng's eyes flashed and found that the monk was indeed in the middle stage of the Golden Pill, and his luck was very strong, far better than Hai Qing, who was also a monk of the Hai family. Looking at the appearance of this monk, he was handsome and upright, and quite proud, and he was somewhat similar to Hai Qing. He was a standard image of a young genius monk in the middle and upper-class cultivation family.

Seeing this Hai family monk appear, some monks immediately exclaimed and talked: "It is Hailong, the first genius of the Hai family, and also Hai Qing's younger brother who was killed by Ye Xuan before. His spiritual roots and understanding are far better than Hai Qing in all aspects. Therefore, although he is younger than Hai Qing, his cultivation is much higher than Hai Qing, and he is even one small level higher than Fairy Lin Qingxue, who was defeated by the head of the Ye family."

"Yes, I know this too. A friend of mine is a monk from the Hai family. He told me that Lin Qingxue is the fourth level of the Golden Pill stage, while the Hailong is the fifth level. Although the difference between this mere first level, there will be a big gap in real strength. If Lin Qingxue is the fifth level of the Golden Pill, the head of the Ye family may not be able to win," said a monk next to him.

"Hailong came on stage and must have avenged Haiqing. There is a good show now."

The monks had just woken up from the shock before. When they saw Hailong trying to challenge Ye Feng, they couldn't help but be excited again and looked forward to it. They all turned their eyes to Ye Feng on the ring, wanting to see if Ye Feng would agree to Hailong's challenge and fight against the high-level monks again.

However, although most monks were expecting it, they believed that Ye Feng would not agree again. After all, Hailong's cultivation level was higher than Lin Qingxue. Moreover, Hailong, as the first genius of the Hai family, is also the future head of the Hai family. His magic weapons, martial arts, etc. will definitely not be worse than Lin Qingxue.

"Why don't you dare? Even if you go to the stage," Ye Feng, however, was beyond the expectations of the cultivators, nodded without hesitation, and agreed to Hailong's challenge.

Ye Feng knew that he wanted to conduct the next competition and win the ranking in the competition, and he had to improve his strength as soon as possible. The best way to improve his strength was to refine the cultivator's golden elixir. Now there were only one Japanese princess left in the Japanese competition. Ye Feng obviously could not kill her because she was already a Ye family monk. So he could only consider the Hai family. There were not many Jindan cultivators in the Hai family, and he dared to compete with Ye Feng, and only Hailong, a high-level cultivator.

If Ye Feng kills at least the top-grade golden elixir and refines his golden elixir, he will have a great chance of improving his cultivation and becoming a mid-stage golden elixir cultivator.

In addition, as the head of the Ye family, Ye Feng should obviously not be timid, otherwise the morale of the Ye family will be greatly hit. More importantly, Ye Feng has the confidence to defeat Hailong.

Of course, Ye Feng knew that the idea and practice of killing Hailong and refining his golden elixir was a bit cruel. However, the world of cultivation was originally a cruel world, and the Hai family had a great hatred with the Ye family, and there was no possibility of reconciliation at all. He could only fight to the death. The cultivators on both sides naturally had a life-and-death duel, and there was no mercy at all.

"Okay, you have a kind of talent. Senior Silver Hair, I have a request before I go on the court, so please agree." Hailong was overjoyed, his murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and he showed respect, and turned to the scholar in the silver hair on the referee's seat.

"What happened to the scholar said lightly.

"I requested a life-and-death duel with the head of the Ye family, and I would like to ask my senior to help you testify." Hailong said.

"No problem, but both parties have to agree to this matter. You should ask the head of the Ye family first. If he doesn't agree, you can't force it." The silver-haired scholar nodded slightly.

"Thank you, senior. Master Ye, do you dare to fight me in a life-and-death battle, never stop until death?" Hailong was overjoyed and looked at Ye Feng coldly again and said.

Ye Feng was still calm while the cultivators exclaimed, and smiled slightly and said, "Why don't you dare? If you want to die, will I not fulfill you?"

The cultivators exclaimed again that the duel of life and death is very different from the ordinary competition. Death may occur in ordinary competitions, but both sides can choose to withdraw at any time. Cultivators with equal strength will never be killed by the other party. However, the duel of life and death will definitely occur in death. Once the two sides start, they will inevitably be divided into life and death.
Chapter completed!