High in the sky, two figures faced each other at their peak, causing wind and thunder to roar.
Everyone below looked at the two figures with trembling eyes and excited expressions.
"Do you think Senior Brother is this guy's opponent? Why do I have a bad premonition?"
"Although Senior Brother He Han is as famous as Senior Brother, his strength should not be as good as Senior Brother. However, Senior Brother He Han was defeated by Feng Li with one move, which shows that Feng Li's strength is far superior to Senior Brother He Han. In such a comparison, Senior Brother The odds of winning are slim."
"This Feng Li is an unknown person in the Guiya Sect. If even the senior brother is not his opponent, then who can we, the Fengtian Ming Sect, count on?"
The disciples of the Fengtian Ming Sect were talking in low voices. Although they very much hoped that Wen Lun could win, their reason told them that Wen Lun had no chance of winning.
On the other side, several warriors wearing grimace masks looked at Wen Lun and Feng Li.
"I didn't expect that this boy Feng Li is so strong. It seems that we are a bit redundant this time."
"Senior Brother Su is right. If we had known that Feng Li had such strength, we wouldn't have had to come."
"It seems that the so-called Three Heroes of Fengtian are just in name only. If the Fengtian Mingzong has such strength, they still want to hold Fengtian selection, which is really humiliating themselves."
These warriors are disciples of the Ghost Cliff Sect, and they are all outstanding among the third generation disciples of the Ghost Cliff Sect, ranking among the top ten.
There is even one person who ranks among the top three among the third generation disciples of the Ghost Cliff Sect, and his strength is terrifying.
The reason why they are here is to ensure that there is no chance of failure in challenging Fengtian Mingzong this time.
The Ghost Cliff Sect has been gaining momentum in recent years and has the potential to unify the Seven Saint Realms. No sect will be allowed to stop them at this time.
"Take action!" In the void, the mysterious sword in Wen Lun's hand hung upside down. The sword energy suddenly filled the air and spread like a vast fog, instantly covering the surrounding tens of thousands of meters of space.
"Boundary!" Feng Li suddenly felt that his whole body was enveloped by a powerful sword intention. He couldn't help but frowned, but he didn't care. Instead, he sneered: "So this is the realm of the Wen family's four realms, but That’s it.”
The Wen family is a family of swordsmen, and the disciples in the family all practice a set of ancestral sword techniques, the Four Awakening and Four Tribulation Swords.
A long time ago, there was someone in the Wen family who became the pinnacle swordsman of the Seventh Cultivation Saint Realm by virtue of the Four Awareness and Four Tribulation Swords.
However, the Four Awareness and Four Tribulations Sword is different from the ordinary sword art. It not only requires the warrior's swordsmanship talent, but also requires the warrior to have a strong martial arts destiny.
Because the Four Awareness and Four Tribulations Sword can only explode with powerful power if it cooperates with the power of fate.
The Wen family and the Feng Gui clan are family friends, so Feng Li is no stranger to the Four Awareness and Four Tribulations Sword.
Feng Li had also seen with his own eyes that the senior masters of the Wen family fought with the Four Awareness and Four Tribulation Swords. However, at that time, his cultivation was too weak and he could not understand the mystery of the Four Awareness and Four Tribulation Swords.
At this time, Feng Li had personally experienced the realm of the four awakenings and four tribulations of the sword, but Feng Li only felt that the four awakenings and four tribulations in the rumors were just a rarity. "Arrogant!" Wen Lun roared, and the black sword swept out. The sword intention burst out, and suddenly a wave of extremely powerful power was overwhelming. The unique barrier talisman of the Four Senses Realm actually connected together. Rolling mightily, directly towards Fengli
Pressing hard.
Feng Li's eyes darkened slightly, he tapped his foot slightly, and his figure retreated for hundreds of meters. Then his figure actually changed, and his whole body seemed to become as soft as water, and he took strange dance steps in the air.
At this time, a layer of protective shield as light as water mist condensed outside his body, flowing continuously.
The water mist shield looked ordinary, but it easily blocked the oncoming huge waves.
"Wen Lun, are these your four awakenings and four calamities?" Feng Li defused Wen Lun's strong offensive in an understatement, and couldn't help but sneered: "If you only have this kind of strength, it would be too disappointing."
Wen Lun's cold eyes were downcast, but he was not angry, but kept himself calm.
He knew how terrifying the Eight Winds Ghost Dance was, so he took action first, hoping to gain the upper hand and suppress Feng Li.
But he didn't expect that Ba Feng Gui Wu could release such power in the realm of four senses, allowing Feng Li to deal with it easily.
The crowd below looked at the vast sword mist high in the sky. Wen Lun and Feng Li could not be seen at all, and they were all very anxious.
The Realm of Four Senses can isolate external perception. At this time, only a few people with special sensory abilities can see the battle in the Realm of Four Senses.
Nie Tianmo's eyes opened, his gaze was heavy, and he couldn't help but feel a little nervous.
This battle is very important to Wen Lun, and even more important to Fengtian Mingzong, so Nie Tian does not want Wen Lun to lose.
If Wen Lun loses, it will not only be a heavy blow to him, but also a big impact to the majesty of the entire Fengtian Ming Sect.
Just imagine, the chief disciple of a sect is dignified, but he can't defeat even a low-level disciple of others. Is it necessary to join such a sect
However, Nie Tian had already prepared for the worst. If Wen Lun lost, he would accept the challenge from the Ghost Cliff Sect as a disciple of the Fengtian Ming Sect.
He is the Feng Emperor of the Feng Tian Ming Sect, but at his age, he can only be regarded as a third-generation disciple at most.
Moreover, with his strength and realm, he is very suitable to accept the challenge from the Ghost Cliff Sect.
After awakening the tenth lifeline, Nie Tian had not yet fought a serious battle, and now was a good opportunity.
In the blink of an eye, Wen Lun and Feng Li had exchanged dozens of moves.
Within dozens of moves, although Wen Lun kept attacking and taking the initiative, Nie Tian could see that the situation was becoming increasingly unfavorable to Wen Lun.
Feng Li had been on the defensive, obviously waiting for an opportunity to kill him with one blow. "Nie Tian, you don't need to be too nervous. This boy named Wen Lun is not an idiot. He has been attacking so hard and is looking for opportunities." At this time, the voice of the little fat cat sounded, and he said with a smile: "I observe, these two people About to win
Negative, the last move depends on whose timing is better. "
Nie Tian's eyes darkened slightly and he nodded.
At this moment, in the realm of four senses, Wen Lun's figure suddenly stagnated in the air, and then hovered in mid-air like a sharp sword.
"What a great opportunity!" Upon seeing this, Feng Li shrank his pupils slightly and shouted excitedly in his heart. Then his figure moved and turned into a black light, whistling like the wind, covering it up.
"The four senses are silent, and the heart is still." Facing Feng Li's sudden attack, Wen Lun closed his eyes directly, and his whole person seemed to have entered another state.
"Seeking death!" Feng Li was extremely quick, with a cold look on his lips, he said solemnly: "Eight Winds Ghost Dance, Killing by Feng Liao!"
The killing move of Feng Liao is exactly the fifth move of Ba Feng Ghost Dance, a killing move stronger than Han Cicada Ye Ming!
Wen Lun stood quietly, motionless, as calm as an old tree.
The next moment, a black light passed by, Wen Lun's body trembled, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. At this moment, Wen Lun's closed pupils suddenly opened, and the corners of his mouth twitched, saying silent words: "For four calamities, the heaven and earth are silent, silent calamities!"