Chapter 589

"Senior Brother Qin, how many tricks do you want me to use to defeat you?" Song Yan stared at Qin Feng with a playful look on his face.

Hearing this, Qin Feng's face darkened, and he sneered: "The villain is successful."

"To each other! To each other." Song Yan's tone was strange, as if he meant something.

Suddenly, Qin Feng's face turned even darker, and he suddenly pulled out the long sword in his hand: "Huang Liang, let's do it, Hugh has to play tricks there!"

"Okay, as you wish!"

Song Yan stepped out, raised his palm and slapped it, the fiery palm and the scorching temperature formed an overwhelming momentum towards Qin Feng.

But at this moment, Qin Feng suddenly showed a weird smile.

"The Eighteen Slashes of Shadow Wind."

The long sword in Qin Feng's hand danced, and a powerful breath shot out from the sword in his hand along with the blue light.

"It's a spirit weapon!"

Feeling this breath, the deacon narrowed his eyes slightly. As for the outer disciples below, they all showed horror. He didn't expect that the long sword in Qin Feng's hand was actually a spiritual weapon.

Spirit tools are beyond the existence of ordinary tools. Spirit tools are divided into nine grades. Even a first-grade spirit tool is extremely expensive.

Take Qin Feng as an example, the long sword in his hand should be a first-grade spirit weapon, but with this spirit tool sword, his attack power can reach at least the seventh level of Qi refining.

"Puff puff!"

As Qin Feng danced, a large amount of cyan sword energy spewed out from the long sword in his hand, densely packed and overwhelming, as if to tear the world apart.

In particular, Song Yan, who was close at hand, was instantly enveloped in sword energy, drowning and disappearing.

"go to hell!"

Qin Feng looked at Song Yan, who was engulfed by his sword energy, and a smug smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He had been holding back his hatred for Song Yan, and today he finally had a chance to be ashamed.

suddenly……

A little flame rose from the inside of the sword energy. At first, it was just a flame, then it became the size of a fist, and then it became the size of a football... Finally, it turned into a sea of ​​fire...

This process is very fast, and in the breath, the sea of ​​fire that the flame evolves will engulf Qin Feng's sword qi.

At the same time, a figure like a phantom suddenly appeared in front of Qin Feng and kicked it out.

"boom!"

Qin Feng flew in response and fell out of the ring.

"How did I fail?"

Qin Feng, who is often seen holding a spirit weapon, stood under the ring with a look of unwillingness.

There was not much attention to him as a loser, and most of the outer disciples in the audience looked at Song Yan, the winner on the stage, with admiration.

Even many daring female disciples shouted out words like "Senior Brother Huang, I admire you so much, you are so powerful, you are so mighty".

Song Yan walked off the ring with a smile, and a large group of outer disciples rushed up.

"Senior Brother Huang, what you just used was the nine types of martial arts from your family?"

"Yeah, the martial skill you just displayed is too strong!"

While the disciples complimented Song Yan, the competition continued.

After half an hour, the PK match was over, and only fifteen of the thirty disciples remained.

The deacon stood on the ring and said loudly: "The rules of this round of competition are wheel battles, and the one who defeats the other fourteen people is the final winner today, No. 809, you come to be the champion!"

"Yes!"

Song Yan jumped onto the ring.

The challenge begins.

The first to come on stage was the girl with two swords.

"Senior Brother Huang, please be merciful!" The girl who used two swords smiled sweetly towards Song Yan.

"Okay." Song Yan nodded.

"Brother Huang, then I'm welcome, look at the trick!"

As soon as the voice fell, the girl with double swords launched an attack. Her double swords were like two flexible little snakes, and with her flexible body, this one-star martial arts spirit snake swordsmanship has allowed her to perform to the extreme.

Song Yan reluctantly fought with her for dozens of tricks, and then sent her off the ring with a dash of skill.

"No. 809 wins, continue!" The deacon announced coldly.

The second challenger was a strong man with a double hammer.

This person is born with divine power, but the hammer of hundreds of pounds is like nothing in his hand.

However, Song Yan only used three moves to knock him off the ring.

The third challenger is a thin young man.

"I surrender!"

Fourth challenger: "I give up!"

From the third challenge to the fourteenth challenger, they all conceded defeat, mainly because Song Yan's strength was too ferocious, and they had no hope of victory at all.

"I announce that Huang Liang, No. 809, won today's victory and is eligible to participate in tomorrow's game!"

The match in the ninth ring is over.

But the competitions in other arenas continued, Song Yan came to the arena where Lin Yue participated.

In the past month, Song Yan gave Lin Yue and others a lot of advice on their martial skills. Therefore, they have made great progress. In addition, they are not short of money. After purchasing dozens of second-grade Xuandans, The cultivation base has basically stepped into the fifth stage of Qi Refining.

Especially Lin Yue, who has reached the peak of the fifth stage of Qi refining.

Therefore, in today's game, he performed exceptionally vigorously, and now he has entered the third round of the challenge.

"Junior Brother Huang, Senior Brother Feng from the inner sect wants to see you, come with me!"

At this moment, an obese inner disciple came to Song Yan and said arrogantly.

Song Yan glanced at the other party lightly, and slowly spit out a few words: "Who are you, do I know you?"

The fat inner disciple turned cold: "I've heard people say that you are arrogant and domineering, and now it's true, but now it's Senior Brother Feng asking you, you'd better follow me obediently, otherwise, the consequences will not be yours. Can bear it!"

Hearing the threat, Song Yan directly scolded: "Damn your uncle, I don't even know that Feng Feng, why should I go with you? If he wants to see me, let him come by himself, what is the point of sending a bastard?"

"You dare to call me a bastard! Courting death!"

The fat inner disciple couldn't help but get furious, and reached out to grab Song Yan.

But Song Yan was already prepared, he stepped back and avoided the opponent's claws, and then shouted loudly: "No, the inner disciples came to the outer gate to beat people!"

Immediately, the surrounding outer sect disciples looked at each other, just in time to see the fat inner sect disciple who had not had time to retract his claws.

"Grass, dare to bully our boss!"

Lin Yue jumped down from the ring with a knife and slashed at the fat inner disciple.

"act recklessly!"

The fat inner door slapped a palm while drinking coldly, and Lin Yue flew upside down and landed a few meters away. With a wow sound, he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"No, the inner disciple is going to kill the outer disciple!"

Song Yan raised his voice and shouted again.

"Damn, the inner disciple is amazing! Fuck him!"

"Too arrogant! Can the inner disciples destroy the outer sect?"

"Kill him!"

In the shouting, dozens of outer disciples rushed towards the fat inner sect.

Seeing this scene, the fat inner sect disciple couldn't help but get annoyed and shouted towards the group of outer sect disciples rushing towards: "Bold, do you want to rebel?"

"Snapped!"

An egg flew like lightning and exploded on the fat inner disciple's forehead, instantly smearing his face.

The fat inner door was stunned at first, and then became furious: "Whoever threw the bastard, stand up for me!"