Chapter Five Hundred and Sixty-Five Top-Level Tianjiao Battle, the Power of the Disciples of the Misty Sect

Ye Feng stood up.

"Sect Master, drink tea." The concubine fox next to her offered the spirit tea that had just been brewed. The entrance was fragrant and sweet, and the aftertaste was endless.

"Well, the concubine's craftsmanship is getting better and better!"

Ye Feng praised and looked at the fourteen arenas in the distance, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

He decided.

When the battle between the two countries is over, let the disciples go out more, do good deeds in the form of accepting tasks, and increase their prestige points.

"Reputation value can speed up the progress of the task, and it can also strengthen the form of the Holy Spirit. It must be paid attention to at all times."

Ye Feng thought.

The acquisition of prestige points cannot be stopped!

...

Over the White Floating City.

"I'll come too!"

Long Tianxing twisted his neck and jumped onto the ring representing No. 5. To this day, he has entered the fifth level of the Primordial Gathering Realm.

"It's Long Tianxing!"

"I've heard of him. In the Misty Sect, there are legends that there are two disciples who are unparalleled in flesh. One of them is Qiao Jiaxi, who is a real pure body cultivator, and the other is Long Tianxing."

"I heard that Long Tianxing is a dragon man, and can enter the form of a dragon. He is unparalleled in body and has extraordinary combat power."

The melon eaters came to be interested one after another.

Although the fighting method is fancy and beautiful, the collision of body repair, fist and fist is even more exciting.

"You want to challenge me?"

On the No. 5 ring, stood a sturdy young man with a long knife, his eyes were bright, like two big light bulbs.

He is a double cultivation of the law!

"I know this person, he is the direct disciple of the Leiwu Dynasty Overlord God."

"What, disciple of Overlord God?"

"Who is Overlord God?"

"That is a god of the divine essence with dual cultivation of the legal body,

In the entire Leiwu Dynasty, there are top powerhouses who can rank in the top 100. His disciples are definitely not simple. "

Most of the melon eaters are arrogant.

They like to get together in Miaoyin Teahouse on weekdays to drink tea and brag, and they know a lot of news.

"My name is Cun Tongwang, a disciple of the Overlord God."

The sturdy young man with a long sword said.

"Long Tianxing, the true disciple of the Misty Sect."

As he spoke, Long Tianxing entered the form of a dragon, with lightning-like silver lights lingering on the surface of the two silver sharp claws.

"No need to say more, let's fight!"

Cun Tongwang made a fist in his right hand and a knife in his left. After thinking about it, he put the knife in the sheath, clenched his fists tightly, his muscles bulged high, and his clothes burst on the spot.

"Wow, so fierce!"

"Look, sisters, it's a macho!"

Many young practitioners around were so shy that they covered their eyes with their hands, and then peeked through their fingers, their pretty faces turning red.

"Appeared, Exploding Clothes!"

Someone in the audience shouted.

"My claws are very sharp, your body can't stand it, so draw your knife!" Long Tianxing reminded kindly.

"You underestimate me too much." Cun Tongwang took the initiative to attack.

He waved his fists, kicked his legs hard, reached Long Tianxing in an instant, and slammed down with a heavy force like a mountain.

Clang!

Long Tianxing blocked the punch with his left forearm, feeling that the dragon scales on his body trembled wildly, and the sound of dragon roars came out.

Buzz!

Countless heavy shock waves burst out from the collision, mixed with strange sound waves, causing everyone's eardrums to swell and almost fainted.

"What a terrible aftermath of the battle!"

All the arrogances stepped back.

"What a powerful blow!" Qiao Jiaxi's eyes narrowed, feeling that Cun Tongwang's strength was not much weaker than his own.

At this moment, Cun Tongwang's other fist slammed hard and took Long Tianxing's cheek.

Clang!

Long Tianxing's response was quick, the other hand quickly put in place, blocking the attack, and then swept across with one leg, kicking Cun Tongwang hundreds of meters away.

high in the air.

Cun Tong looked suspended, glanced at the claw marks on his arm, and his pupils shrank.

After thinking about it, he remembered that it seemed that he was accidentally scratched by the opponent's sharp claws during the process of being kicked by Long Tianxing.

"What sharp claws!"

Cun Tongwang's face changed greatly, and he quickly drew his knife.

"You and I are both cultivators of the law and body, but I don't want to fight the law, that's too fancy."

Cun Tongwang held a knife in his right hand and a fist in his left, and started a fierce double attack.

Long Tianxing didn't dare to be careless, two sharp claws kept resisting, and the battle with Cuntong Wang reached the white-hot stage.

Every time the two of them collided, thousands of sound waves could be shaken, causing the eardrums of the melon-eating crowd to tremble and almost couldn't bear it.

"Long Yuan Cannon!"

At this time, Long Tianxing put his hands together.

The silver light on his body is like a silver sun, and countless rays of light converge towards the palm of his hand, turning into a silver ball of light, which is getting bigger and bigger, spreading the closed palms.

bang...

Long Yuan Cannon rushed out in an instant, forcing Cun Tong Wang to slash from top to bottom with his sword in both hands.

However, he still underestimated Long Yuanpao.

When the knife slashed above, there was a manic force that bounced back, causing the long knife to come out of his hand, penetrate a mountain in the distance, and slanted into the soil, the end of the knife buzzing and trembling.

And Cun Tongwang, after letting go of the long knife, pressed the Long Yuan Cannon with both hands and tried his best to resist, but he was still knocked back several thousand meters.

Boom!

He hit the mountain wall, causing the stone wall to shatter like a cobweb.

boom!

Long Tianxing quickly followed, clenched his claws into fists, and punched Cun Tongwang 35 times in a blink of an eye. He vomited blood and fell to the ground.

"I surrender!"

Cun Tongwang coughed twice and did not dare to fight again.

Long Tianxing was very measured, and only slightly injured him, but if he continued to fight, he might be seriously injured.

"Even Cun Tongwang, the direct disciple of Bawangshen, is no match for Long Tianxing. This person deserves to be a true disciple of the Misty Sect."

There was a lot of discussion.

[Zongmen Prestige +573 (Long Tianxing)]

On Misty Peak.

Ye Feng received a prompt.

"That's right, that's it, go ahead!" Ye Feng smiled, hoping that the disciples could learn more from the arrogance of all parties and bring a lot of prestige to the sect.

high in the air.

Mo Ying slashed out with a sword and shot down the opponent again, winning the victory.

After defending, she defeated nine opponents in a row, and the reputation value she gained exceeded 10,000, and the speed was very fast.

But, she didn't know.

On the third ring.

Wang Ping'an relied on the poisoned milk to temporarily weaken the opponent's strength, and then used spells such as "Spiritual Catalogue" and "Strike of the Sky and Moon", or simply took out a large amount of bursting Yuandan from the storage bag, and was invincible at the same level.

"It was a wonderful discussion, but unfortunately, the second senior brother is not here."

A generation of disciples such as Li Jiaojiao, Jia Yulan, Yan Ruyu, Ji Ziling, Xia He, Qiu Ju, Ouyang Feng, Ouyang Yu, Yu Su, and Yu Wei stood together to watch the battle.

They looked sideways, but did not find Huo Yunjie.

"A competition like this will lose a lot of color without the second senior brother," Jia Yulan said.

Huo Yunjie's sword is very strong.

This is obvious to all.

It's a pity that everyone didn't know where he went, and no one has been seen during this period of time.

...

The western edge of Taiyue Mountains.

Huo Yunjie was carrying three long swords, standing on a huge bluestone, with Lin Yuyan standing beside him.

"Many thanks to fellow Daoist Huo, I finally realized the sword intent." Lin Yuyan was beaming with joy.

She stretched out her hand, and a sword glow flashed in the palm of her hand.

Among them, there is a special artistic conception that gradually takes shape, gradually turning into the appearance of a swallow.

"What is your sword intent?"

Huo Yunjie was very curious.

"I call it the 'Lingyan' sword intent. After it takes shape, it will be a smart swallow that can attack and defend."

The transformation of sword qi into shape is also a kind of sword will.

Huo Yunjie nodded and said, "That's not bad. I think your sword intent is about to take shape. You should continue to hone it in the past few days, so don't slack off."

"Okay." Lin Yuyan's heart was a little sweet.

kilometers away.

Ding Baixue was lying in the bushes, peeking from a distance.