Until three breaths.

Zhao Feng still stood there, smiling calmly.

how is this possible

Cold sweat broke out on Tan Lin's forehead, his face became serious, his eyes flashed with a sharp light, and his whole body was covered with a layer of gray flames, and his eyes were blue and became more powerful.

The spiritual fluctuations in the void became more and more intense, and even the vitality of heaven and earth was throbbing slightly.

Obviously.

Tan Lin had already exerted all his strength, and everyone in the audience was trembling inexplicably, feeling cold and uneasy all over.

"What a powerful spiritual magic."

Some representative disciples in the audience could not help but feel frightened after suffering some of the aftermath attacks.

A few people showed fear or sleepiness on their faces.

Faced with the spiritual magic, even Xu Zixuan and Gu Youyue were moved by it.

The spiritual and mystical arts of the Ancient Youdian Temple are unpredictable and difficult to guard against. Most disciples of the sect lack resistance to it.

However.

Time passes minute by minute.

After more than ten breaths, Tan Lin was sweating profusely, but it could not affect Zhao Feng in the slightest.

Many spectators present were shocked.

Even the senior officials of Guyoudian who were watching the battle had solemn expressions on their faces.

"Lin Tong", one of the four rising stars in the alliance, had a strange color flash in his eyes like a nightmare from the abyss: "Is there some secret treasure in this person that makes him more resistant to spiritual magic?"

"It seems that you have run out of tricks."

Zhao Feng seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

Under the strange and powerful spiritual magic, only he can be so relaxed and comfortable.

"Young man, don't go crazy and rely on secret treasures to fight against spiritual magic. What's the big deal?"

Tan Lin gave up his spiritual skills, crossed his palms, and condensed a layer of gray light, and the cold aura surged.

As the second-ranked inheritance, Ancient Youdian must not only be good at spiritual arts, otherwise it would not be able to rank second among the thirteen sects and stand for countless years.

"Kneel down."

Zhao Feng shouted loudly, and thunder seemed to explode in the void, and invisible spiritual sound waves instantly enveloped Tan Lin.

Wow

Tan Lin's orifices were bleeding, and he knelt on the ground with a "plop" sound.

The moment Zhao Feng shouted loudly, everyone in the audience was shaken and their blood was boiling.

Immediately, the whole place was in an uproar.

"What kind of attack is this?"

"It seems like it's also a mental attack."

There was a lot of discussion in the audience, and everyone looked at Zhao Feng in horror and disbelief.

Seeing Zhao Feng shout loudly, forcing Tan Lin to kneel down injured.

The moment Tan Lin fell to his knees, a sharp light flashed in Lin Tong's eyes, his black robe fluttered, and an invisible cold aura made the entire station seem to be trapped in a hell on earth, and everyone shuddered.

"Such a powerful spiritual power... you are also..."

Tan Lin's voice was hard and his whole body was weak.

"Zhao Fengsheng"

The referee reacted and declared Zhao Feng the winner.

"That boy who is proficient in mystic arts is actually also proficient in mystical arts, and he is better than the disciples of Gu Youdian."

"You see, even Lin Tong has a desire to fight and kill this kid."

This battle caused a sensation in all four branches.

Zhao Feng stepped off the stage, still indifferent, with dark blue hair dancing wildly in the wind, looking evil and strange, with unfathomable power that penetrated deep into his soul.

Branch No. 3.

Looking at Zhao Feng's approaching figure, the representative disciples showed fear on their faces and felt deep fear in their hearts.

Gu Youyue couldn't help but take a deep breath, with lingering fear on her face. She never expected that her enemy would be so powerful, and even more unpredictable.

From this moment on, Zhao Feng's name echoed at the grand event.

At the event, the first big dark horse made a strong appearance on the stage of history, and its strength was listed in the first level.

"This level of refined mysticism is far from enough for a new star in the alliance. It is several levels behind Lintong's Tianyou Pu. Moreover, it is destined to be difficult to master the mystical arts and thunder mysteries at the same time.

High achievement.”

Xu Zixuan felt a little regretful.

The four rising stars of the alliance stand at an incredible level, and their knowledge is even more profound.

He couldn't see through Zhao Feng. He thought there might be a hint of suspense and surprise before, but now he found that the other party was also steeped in the mystical arts, so he lost interest.

Xu Zixuan still remembers the careful teachings of his master: specialization is the best shortcut to reach the peak of skill.

Cang Yuyue, the number one rising star in the alliance, is such a representative. With one person and one sword, he reaches the pinnacle. No matter how you change, whether it is spiritual magic, physical body or golden body, he can kill them all with one sword.
Chapter completed!