"In the final battle of the trial, Meng Hao and Wang Tengfei, and the winner is promoted to the inner disciple." Elder Ouyang looked at Meng Hao, with encouragement in his eyes, and slowly spoke.
As soon as his figure appeared, all the eyes around him condensed on Meng Hao. As his body jumped up and stepped onto the high platform, as Wang Tengfei opened his eyes, when he stepped onto the high platform indifferently, the entire square The disciple of the Waizong who was on the upper hand, there was an ups and downs of buzzing in an instant.
"He really dared to come to power, even if Meng Hao has a good cultivation level and killed Han Zong, but he wants to challenge Senior Brother Wang, this is self-defeating."
"On the way to the strong, there will always be stepping stones one after another. He is just a certain stone destined to be stepped on in the rise of Brother Wang."
"I still remember the scene when this person dared to take away the magic weapon given to others by Brother Wang, but in front of everyone, he was taken back by Brother Wang. At that time, he was like an ant in front of Brother Wang." The voices of discussion whirled, and all kinds of ridicules spread all around, not because of the deep hatred these people had with Meng Hao, but because Senior Brother Wang, in everyone's mind, was an existence that could not be provoked.
"If he died in Wang Tengfei's hands, the storage bag would not be easy to handle." Shangguan Xiu frowned and looked at Meng Hao.
Right here, everyone mocked almost all, pushing Meng Hao to face the opposite of the world again, suddenly, a not loud but sharp voice came out suddenly.
"Meng Hao must win, Meng Hao must win, and the inner disciple must be Meng Hao!" The little fat man shouted loudly in a sharp voice that was in the changing voice in the square.
All the messy sounds from the outside world have become extremely distant from the moment Meng Hao stepped onto the high platform. He stood calmly on the high platform and looked at Wang Tengfei in front of him coldly. Meng Hao understood that this would be him. Since entering the practice, the most powerful opponent I have encountered will also be the most difficult battle.
But Meng Hao won't back down, he wants to fight, he wants to take action, the man is alive, there are certain things that must be done, just to live forever.
Scenes from the past came to mind, causing Meng Hao to touch the storage bag lightly.
There are several blood-stained nails that he pulled out of his palms.
After a faint glance at Meng Hao, Wang Tengfei stood there calmly, his gaze calm, and there was a calm high above and ignorance of ants, just as he did in the past.
Lifting his right hand with a wave, as if driving away flies and mosquitoes, in an instant, in front of Wang Tengfei, a whirlwind that was as high as a person was wrapped around him and went straight to Meng Hao.
Meng Hao’s eyes flashed, and between Wang Tengfei and Wang Tengfei, he didn’t have any words to say. All words were on the sword, all in the magic, all in this field. For him, the strongest one in eighteen years. On war.
He took a step forward, and a wind blade appeared in an instant when he lifted his right hand, and violently collided with the whirlwind in front of him.
war!
Meng Hao slapped his storage bag, and the twenty flying swords came out together. Although a little twisted and seemed difficult to stabilize, the sword light was still dazzling and magnificent. As his right hand lifted and pointed forward, immediately these two The ten flying swords turned into long rainbows, abandoning their agility, and rushed towards Wang Tengfei.
war!
The sword light was like rain, setting off the dazzling brilliance, and condensing the power of twenty flying swords. At this moment, they went straight to Wang Tengfei. In the blink of an eye, they met with the whirlwind. The flying sword was also lost by the whirlwind, and it was rolled up with the wind. From a distance, it turned into a flying sword vortex, but the wind was getting weaker and weaker, and it was about to dissipate.
Wang Tengfei's expression remained unchanged, with a calm pride, he took a step forward. After this step, his cultivation at the sixth level of condensing Qi burst out instantly, turning into a spiritual pressure that is not weak in this realm. , When it suddenly landed, between the pinch of the right hand, a water mark appeared like a silk thread, and went straight to Meng Hao in an instant.
This is no longer the technique of the patron saint, but the technique of Wang Tengfei's family.
Meng Hao's eyes condensed, he took out the demon pill and swallowed it without hesitation, and his left hand pointed at the flying sword that was swept by the wind. While those flying swords flew back crookedly and quickly, Meng Hao raised his right hand and counted. The fire python directly condensed and charged towards the water thread in front, and the roar immediately whirled again, as if it turned into a storm.
"Shuifeng, cut." Wang Tengfei said lightly, without contempt in his eyes, but his calm gaze was the same as when he was about to abolish Meng Hao's cultivation, with confidence and ignorance.
Almost at the moment his words came out, the crystal water filaments immediately connected with the whirlwind of the sky, turning into a long stick with wind as the speed and water as the mark, and went straight to Meng Hao's place and immediately fell.
Twenty flying swords rolled upside down, blocked under the long stick, and roared, if these flying swords lost control, they scattered all together, and many of them crumbled and shattered directly, and Meng Hao's body had already retreated. On the edge of the high platform, in front of him, there was a huge water mark on the high platform with the thickness of a palm and three feet.
A blood stain appeared on the center of Meng Hao's eyebrows, and the blood dripped down Meng Hao's nose to the ground, making Meng Hao look hideous at this moment.
Twenty flying swords can shake Han Zong, but in the face of Wang Tengfei, he can't even let this person cast magic weapons. It is just a spell that Meng Hao has never seen before, and it will almost cause him to be cut on the spot. Because it was the fifth layer of Qi Condensation, he definitely couldn't avoid this cut.
"Wang Tengfei is extremely talented, and he is better at a lot of powerful spells in the Qi Condensation Realm. Even if he encounters Qi Condensation 7th layer, he will have a headache. This battle Meng Hao will die." Shangguan Xiu frowned, watching. Looking at Meng Hao, although murderous in his eyes, he was wondering how to get the storage bag after Meng Hao died.
Seeing Meng Hao avoiding this cut, Wang Tengfei still looked calm, as if the previous blow was very random to him, like an elephant trampling on an ant, even if it was the first time he was evaded by the opponent, but the second time. , Still trampled. His handsome face smiled faintly, and he stepped forward, raising his right hand to point towards Meng Hao at random.
The moment this finger appeared, Meng Hao couldn't hear the buzzing comments from all around him. He seemed to have appeared in front of him on the square that day. On the opposite side of the world, Wang Tengfei also restrained himself with this finger. The body, one finger shattered the jade pendant, one finger took the gourd away, and the other finger wanted to abolish his own cultivation.
Meng Hao’s eyes showed a strong sense of war. He was humiliated that day under this finger, but today, he is no longer the original cultivation, although he did not decide whether to sign up for the inner trial, but was forced to come here. , But Meng Hao was also prepared, and for almost half of this month he has been trying to sacrifice agility to control more flying swords straight forward.
Almost as soon as Wang Tengfei’s fingertips fell, Meng Hao slapped his storage bag. As the demon pill entered the entrance, he slammed his hands outwards, and immediately the scattered flying swords on the surrounding square shook. This moment was earth-shattering, it was the roar of more than a dozen flying swords, that was the madness of more than a dozen swords. At this moment, the speed of these flying swords increased sharply, turning into a rain of swords and coming straight to Meng Hao from all directions.
Surrounded in an instant, when Meng Hao's hands fell, and the moment he pointed towards Wang Tengfei, these flying swords went straight to Wang Tengfei in a whistling whistle with an astonishing momentum.
At the same time, several flying swords flew out again from Meng Hao’s storage bag, condensed and re-formed into Meng Hao’s current limit control of the number of flying swords, as if they could pierce the city wall with an astonishing whistling, overwhelming the sky. The finger that Ben Wang took off.
boom!
The loud noise shook the entire outer sect. Twenty flying swords and Wang Tengfei's right index finger touched invisibly with half a foot apart. In this roar, these nearly 20 flying swords were all rolled upside down, and there were many broken pieces in the middle. But it blocked Wang Tengfei's first finger.
Blood overflowed from the corner of Meng Hao's mouth. He took out the demon pill again and swallowed it. The bloodshot eyes were already filled with murderous intent, but he never said a word. His character was like this. The more he wanted to kill, the more angry he was, and the more silent.
Wang Tengfei's expression is still calm, as if he still doesn't care about Meng Hao here, this kind of ignorance, this kind of pride, just because he is Wang Tengfei!
Lifting his footsteps, he clicked the second finger.
This second finger originally collapsed the jade slip in front of Meng Hao. When it fell, Meng Hao did not wipe off the blood from the corner of his mouth, but swallowed it directly. The scattered flying swords between the pinch tactics rushed out again, and went straight to Wang Tengfei. At the same time, Meng Hao decisively cut open and controlled those flying swords, allowing him to move forward with inertia.
He lifted his right hand and slammed the storage bag, and suddenly the sword light left, and there were more than 20 flying swords, which became the second wave, whizzing away, before and after the rain, nearly forty flying swords!
Meng Hao knew that there were flaws in his tactics. Because flying swords lacked dexterity, only speed and sharpness, if the opponent wanted to avoid embarrassed but not difficult, Meng Hao was sure that he would take the opponent's pride and would never avoid it. .
And even to avoid it, since Meng Hao thought of this, he naturally had a way to stop it.
Such a scene, such a battle at the peak, is extremely rare among the Qi Ning Qi monks, and it can be said that in the entire Zhao Kingdom, such an astonishing battle has not been found in the sixth layer of Qi condensation for hundreds of years!
Meng Hao’s flying swords are enough, and he always wondered how to fight after the First World War in Black Mountain. With the assistance of wind blade technique, he can run a large number of flying swords at the same time, but it takes spiritual energy and only 20 can be controlled. For not enough, it can only be controlled simply. It can only move forward, but it cannot be flexible and cannot turn.
Therefore, he can control many flying swords, just like a mortal throwing them continuously, but instead of using his hands, he uses spiritual power to keep flying swords straight. !
Wang Tengfei didn’t use his patron sect at all. He looked down on patron sect, and naturally he also looked down upon the spells here. All he used were his family spells. Because of his family’s power, he condensed energy. The mighty power can shake the same rank!