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Volume One: The Road to Immortality Chapter 125: Competition (7)

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    Murong Xuanchen quickly changed the techniques with his hands, and the light that resembled a sword shot out from his hands, turning into countless golden blades.  The golden blades entangled together to form a huge light pillar, which quickly turned into a golden dragon.  Countless golden lights emanate from the golden dragon, and the light is dazzling and brilliant.  The golden dragon's aura was so fierce that the Feitian Sect monks under the stone platform couldn't help but feel a sinking feeling!

    Murong Xuanchen had a stern look on his face and whispered a spell in his mouth.  In an instant, the golden dragon suddenly erupted with an even more dazzling brilliance, and then slowly rose up wrapped in thousands of golden rays. It was far away from Murong Xuanchen's hands before they were suspended.

    Murong Xuanchen¡¯s spiritual roots are mainly earth attributes, so-called earth-born metal, so when he practices metal-based skills, the power of such spells will be increased. What he just performed was the "Ten Thousand Blades Dragon Transformation Technique".

    The so-called Ten Thousand Blades Dragon Transformation Technique is to use the true essence of the body to transform into countless golden blades, and then transform these golden blades into a golden dragon.  The Ten Thousand Blades Dragon Transformation Technique can attack the opponent twice. When the opponent neutralizes the golden dragon's attack, the golden dragon will turn into countless golden blades and attack the opponent again.

    Feng Fan has already judged from the true energy fluctuations of the opponent's spell that this spell is very powerful, so he does not dare to be careless at all.  Feng Fan kept waving his hands, and countless silver ice cones surrounded Feng Fan. The ice cone technique was completed.

    Murong Xuanchen waved his hands and threw the golden dragon towards Feng Fan without hesitation.  Countless fierce winds struck through the air, and the golden dragon struck down like a thunderbolt from the sky.

    Feng Fan showed no sign of weakness, and countless ice cones around his body quickly rose into the sky.  The golden dragon and the ice cone met and made a series of deep sounds.  Powerful power enveloped all directions, and the surrounding void shook, as if trembling with it.

    The two people's true energy quickly poured into it, and the two collided countless times.  As the number of ice cones continues to decrease, the size of the golden dragon shrinks rapidly.  It seems that the golden dragon is as powerful as a rainbow, and it seems that the ice pick is vulnerable to a blow.  However, Murong Xuanchen's true energy was damaged to begin with, and he could barely cast spells that were only suitable for monks in the foundation-building stage, so the power of the Ten Thousand Blades Dragon Transformation Technique was greatly reduced.

    Murong Xuanchen's face was pale, and he seemed to have reached the end of his strength.  Feng Fan looked calm, as if he was confident of winning.  Murong Xuanchen roared loudly and sprayed a breath of essence towards the golden dragon. The golden dragon instantly turned into countless golden blades and rushed towards Feng Fan.

    As Feng Fan¡¯s true essence gushes out, the ice cone¡¯s silver light bursts out, rushing towards the flying golden blade.  "Zhengzheng" Countless crisp sounds lingered around the fields and reverberated in all directions.

    As the spiritual power surges, the golden and white brilliance flows and flickers.  Countless sharp fluctuations impacted the surrounding restrictions, causing the restrictions around the stone platform to tremble slightly, as if there was some fear of the two violent forces.

    Murong Fengyang, who was sitting in the audience, suddenly sighed softly and shook his head, looking extremely disappointed.  After the spell exchange between Murong Xuanchen and Feng Fan just now, he no longer had any hope of Murong Xuanchen defeating his opponent.

    As the number of golden blades and ice picks decreased sharply, Murong Xuanchen spat out a mouthful of blood, his face became even paler and he was already injured.  All the golden blades had disappeared, and the remaining ice cones lost their resistance and flew towards Murong Xuanchen with a roar.

    Murong Xuanchen moved quickly and avoided all the ice pick attacks.  The ice picks hit the restrictions set up by the alchemy monks around the stone platform one after another, and eventually they all disappeared.

    "Xuanchen, give up." Murong Xuanchen quickly took out a talisman with a flying sword sealed on it. When he was about to activate it, Murong Fengyang's rich voice came from under the stone platform.

    Murong Xuanchen was startled, glanced at Feng Fan, then reluctantly put the talisman back into the storage bag, and silently got off the stone platform.

    Master Taiqing announced loudly under the stone platform: "In the second round of the competition, Feng Fan of the Feitian sect defeated Murong Xuanchen of the Murong family." Most of the people in the audience were monks of the Feitian sect. After hearing Master Taiqing announce the results of the competition, the atmosphere immediately became enthusiastic.  stand up.

    This competition was more intense than Feng Fan's first one. Ling Qiancao did not hesitate to take two Nine-Return Spiritual Pill to replenish the consumed real energy, and his body skills were weird and difficult to defeat.  But because Murong Xuanchen has not only been at the peak level of the late Qi gathering longer than Ling Qiancao, but also has more magic weapons, talismans, and jade crystals than Ling Qiancao, so it is even more difficult to deal with it than Ling Qiancao.

    When they saw Murong Xuanchen¡¯s defeat, Master Huanyue and other Feitian Sect monks were extremely excited.

    The monks from Feitian Sect continued to watch the second round of the second set of competitions, while Feng Fan returned to his residence alone.  In the battle just now, Feng Fan consumed some real energy, and he would have to participate in the third round of competition the next day. It was impossible to completely replenish the consumed real energy through just one day of practice, so Feng Fan was prepared to use the mixed martial arts.  The real energy stored in the Spiritual Devouring Yuan Pearl is used to replenish it.

    Recalling these two competitions, Feng Fan was speechless. If he could use the Five Elements Xuanmeng Formation and the Soul Devouring Pearl, even in the foundation building stageAll warriors can defeat it.

    Not only that, the use of some talismans and magic weapons is restricted.  For example, the skull talisman was obtained from the phantom blood sect messenger he killed. Who knows if using this talisman will let people in the phantom blood sect know that he has killed the phantom blood sect messenger.

    Feng Fan stopped thinking wildly and used the Soul Devouring Pearl.  As Feng Fan's consciousness moved, the true essence in the Hunling Yuan Devouring Pearl quickly entered Feng Fan's body.  After a while, the true energy no longer entered Feng Fan's body, which was a sign that the true energy was abundant.

    Feng Fan felt refreshed all over his body, and the previous slight tiredness completely disappeared.  Looking carefully, the Hunling Yuan Devouring Pearl is still crystal clear and has not changed in any way.  Feng Fan collected the Hunling Yuan Devouring Pearl and began to practice.

    Several hours passed, Feng Fan opened his eyes, stopped his practice, stood up slowly, and then came outside.  It was getting late at this time, and Feng Fan strolled to Feitian Hall.

    Looking from a distance, we can see some monks gathered in front of the main hall. Judging from their clothing, they are all disciples of the Feitian Sect.  Feng Fan came in front of everyone, and everyone looked at Feng Fan with respect.  A young monk wearing blue clothes came to Feng Fan. This person was Gong Changfeng.

    ¡°Senior brother, how is the battle going today?¡± Feng Fan asked calmly.

    "Alas! I was defeated by my opponent today." Gong Changfeng sighed lightly and said with a sad face.

    "Senior brother is not injured, right?" Feng Fan looked at Gong Changfeng carefully and saw that there was not much difference in the fluctuation of Gong Changfeng's energy, so he asked.

    "I was just shot down by my opponent under the stone platform. I took care of myself this afternoon and am now fine. It's just that my opponent not only made arrogant remarks, but also insulted my Feitian sect!" Gong Changfeng twitched the corner of his mouth and said exhaustedly.

    "Who is your opponent?" Feng Fan's face darkened, and there was a little coldness in his eyes.

    ¡°Leisha Cult Long Yuyang!¡± Gong Changfeng said with a serious flash of cold light.

    When he heard that he was a member of the Leisha Sect, Feng Fan's heart sank. It seemed that the Leisha Sect was really ruthless towards the disciples of the Feitian Sect.
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