Pound! Sharp!

The battle on the stage is not just hot.

As Chu Xuan'er said, Zhou Ao's defense is not ordinary domineering, Nie Feng's attack power is not weak, but he has been able to break through the armor condensed by Zhou Ao with his innate energy several times from beginning to end.

On the other hand, Zhou Ao had the innate qi to protect his body, was fearless and unscrupulous in attacks, and once forced Nie Feng to the edge of the battle platform.

"If you don't learn this secret method, it's hard tolerate the laws of heaven." Ye Chen touched his chin and was already deducing the mystery of the innate qi with the immortal ring ant.

Pound! Clam! Boom!

The battle between the two was loud and loud, and the battle between them was much more exciting than expected. After hundreds of rounds, they still couldn't decide the outcome.

"Have you finished the fight yet?" Cheng Kun, who was on the high seat, opened his eyes lazily and yawned impatiently. "A group of clowns, in the end, are they all foils, and they are wasting time."

"The Xuanling Body is not you, you are so arrogant." Old Man Zhuge glanced at Cheng Kun disapprovingly.

After retracting his gaze from Cheng Kun, the old man Zhuge looked at Nie Feng again, with his vulgar old eyes swinging left and right in the direction of Nie Feng's movement, "I like that little Nie Feng, I really like it."

"Nie Feng, it's really not simple." Biyou, who looked cold, suddenly said.

Seeing Biyou open his eyes, the old man Zhuge smiled, "Do you like Nie Feng? Do you want grandpa to give you two? You two are very good."

"What did you say?" Biyou took a deep breath and glared at the old man Zhuge fiercely.

"Okay, pretend I didn't say it."

boom!

As soon as the old man Zhuge finished speaking, Nie Feng on the battlefield was shocked by Zhou Ao's palm and vomited blood and flew out.

At this point, the two have fought for nearly two hundred rounds.

The battle stage was stained with blood. The showdown between the two can be described as tragic. Nie Feng was bleeding, but Zhou Ao was not much better. The innate qi that was hard to break in Vajra was also beaten to pieces by Nie Feng.

"I really underestimate you, it's a little stronger than I thought." Zhou Ao looked at Nie Feng with playfulness, and his broken innate qi armor was also quickly recovering while talking.

"But you are still far from you." Zhou Ao twisted his neck on his own, "In my eyes, you are still nothing."

Nie Feng's breath was weak, but his expression was still calm and he remained silent. It can be said that he had never said a word from beginning to end.

Although he also has his arrogance, he has to admit that Zhou Ao on the opposite side is indeed better than him.

"Okay, I've been playing with you for so long, and I'm not in the mood to waste my life with you." Zhou Ao's breath condensed again, and he looked at Nie Feng opposite him with interest. The qi lingered in his palm, which turned into a palm print.

Nie Feng also moved, the dispersed spiritual power was very close to condense, and his breath was forcibly rising, blowing his black development and floating in the sky, and his spiritual power was instilled in the killing sword in his hand.

clank!

Before he could draw his sword, there was already a roar of a sword on his body. The overflowing sword energy surrounded him, each of which was extremely sharp, and an invisible wind was also buzzing, gathering on the killing sword.

At this point, Ye Chen's eyes lit up again, and he could see that Nie Feng's next attack was not easy.

"Although the Wind God Art is unparalleled, it is hard to beat Zhou Ao." On the side, Yang Dingtian sighed secretly.

"Yi'er at her peak may not necessarily beat Zhou Ao, let alone Feng'er." Zhenren Daoxuan shook his head helplessly.

"Ye Chen, you take a closer look." Chu Xuan'er patted Ye Chen's shoulder, "Your Senior Brother Nie's Wind God Art perfectly condenses speed, strength, spiritual power and mind. In the future, when facing the enemy, you can use such a move, and your power can be more exerted."

"I can." Ye Chen nodded, and the Immortal Ring An also flashed a little light for it. Without Chu Xuan'er's reminder, his eyes had never left Nie Feng's sight. His every move, including the direction of the spiritual power flow in his body, evolved very close to his Immortal Ring Anus.

As soon as Ye Chen's words fell, Nie Feng and Zhou Ao on the battlefield moved at the same time.

Innate Gang Seal!

Zhou Ao waved his hand, and the seal of Gangqi was pushed out towards him, sweeping over the most strong and yang energy, which really had the power to destroy mountains and gravels.

Wind God's Art!

Nie Feng also drew his sword at the same time. The overflowing sword energy gathered perfectly. He was as fast as the wind, and he was as fast as shadow. The long sword in his hand roared, piercing through the air and wiping out lightning, with unparalleled power.

Bang!

Under the gaze of everyone, Nie Feng pierced through the oncoming seal of Qi with his sword.

puff!

In the next second, blood rose and Zhou Ao, who was wearing the armor of Qi, was pierced by Nie Feng's shoulder with a sword.

"It's not simple to actually penetrate the innate armor of the qi." There were a marvelous voice in all directions.

"It's not weak, but there is a deviation, which only penetrates Zhou Ao's shoulders."

"The final blow, Nie Feng should be at the end of his strength!"

puff!

On the battle stage, Zhou Ao's bloody sound came. It was obvious that he had never expected that the power of Nie Feng's sword would be so powerful, and he had never expected that the innate qi he was proud of would be penetrated.

puff!

This mouthful of blood was spit out by Nie Feng. His face was bloodless, his breath was extremely weak and he was extremely annihilated.

The power of the Wind God Art is indeed powerful. While hurting people, it also hurts himself. In addition, he suffered a lot of injuries to Zhou Ao, and his spiritual power was exhausted and he had no more power to fight.

"You will still lose after all." Zhou Ao snorted coldly, raised his hand and overturned Nie Feng out with a palm.

Others don’t know, how could Zhou Ao not know? If it weren’t for the innate armor that made Nie Feng’s sword deviate from the track of the sword, otherwise it would have been his shoulders but his chest now. He should be glad, otherwise he might have been counterattacked by Nie Feng.

On the other side, Nie Feng was already flying out of the battle platform as if falling leaves were falling.

Ye Chen had quick eyes and quick hands, and had already stood up the moment Nie Feng flew out of the battle stage. When Nie Feng was about to land, he dragged him down. He first stuffed a pill to Nie Feng, and then dragged him back to his seat.

"Just do your best." Looking at Nie Feng's guilty face, Feng Wuhen rarely smiled.

"Qingyun Sect Zhou Ao, win." On the battle stage, Wu Changqing had already announced the result of this showdown, and his expression was impatient, as if he had just woken up, as if he was indifferent to this showdown.

In the void, Donghuang Taixin's beautiful eyes flashed, but not looking at Zhou Ao, but looking at the defeated Nie Feng, and smiled slowly, "Fu Ya, have you noticed the artistic conception of the moment he set out his sword?"

"Man and sword are united." Fu Ya stroked his beard, as if he knew what Donghuang Taixin was referring to.

"Interesting." Dong Huang Taixin's mouth curled a smile with an inexplicable smile, "I don't know if the Sword Saint would be very relieved when he saw it."
Chapter completed!