Volume 10 Chapter 88

Under Li Tong's fast attack, Liu Peng could no longer hold on after only taking sixteen blows. In desperation, he released Lun Chao Feng, trying to retreat Li Tong, but with his Lun Chao Feng, After being released, Li Tong in front of him also disappeared, and at the same time, an evil wind hit the latest chapter from behind.

Knowing that the opponent was behind him, Liu Peng returned his sword to parry, but with a clang, Li Tong's sword was slashing on his spirit sword. The force was so strong that Liu Peng, who had hurriedly caught the sword, took three big steps, and before he could steady himself, Li Tong's combo of moves came again, the spirit knife chopped and stabbed, and the swords all rushed towards Liu Peng's vitals.

This time Liu Peng could only barely take ten swords, and he wanted to use his spiritual martial arts skills to save himself, but this time Li Tong no longer gave him a chance. The glow of the spiritual sword in his hand had already flashed, but the moment the skills were about to be released, Li Tong first She moved towards him with a shadow drift, and stabbed three times with the spirit knife forward.

Liu Peng used all his strength to block the first two blows, but he couldn't block the third one. He could only move his body as far as possible to the side to get out of the way of his vital points. There was a thud in his ear, and Li Tong made the last blow. It missed Liu Peng's neck and stabbed deeply into his shoulder. The latter screamed in pain and pulled away.

He was fast, but Li Tong was even faster. The latter followed up with a kick and hit Liu Peng in the chest.

Bang, this kick hit Liu Peng's chest, making a crisp sound like a broken mirror. Liu Peng's body was like a kite with broken strings, bouncing up to a height of more than one meter and flying straight backwards. He fell from the center of the ring to the bottom of the ring. When he landed, he looked at Liu Peng. The spiritual armor on his chest was shattered and blood seeped out from under his clothes. He lay motionless on the ground and fainted on the spot.

As soon as Liu Peng was defeated, another branch master immediately stood up from Baihui Hall and went to fight Li Tong. However, this branch master was not much better than the two previous ones. After a fierce battle with Li Tong, Defeated again.

Li Tong won three games in a row and defeated three branch masters of Baihui Hall in a row. His skills were astonishing and made many rangers present look at him with admiration. Now people began to discuss in low voices, who is this Li Tong? , why is it so powerful? Why has I never heard of such a number one before?

As the disciple of Xiaoyao Sect, Zhang Dong could not close his mouth at this moment. He really didn't expect that Li Tong, who was usually taciturn and lifeless, would defeat all the three branch masters of Baihui Hall. This was because the king assigned him five One of the masters, it seems that he has a great chance of competing for the position of leader today!

He had lost three games in a row in front of all the rangers of Feng Kingdom, which made Zhou Kuan a little bit unable to sit still. He was 100% sure that Li Tong was definitely not from Xiaoyao Clan, but he could guess where he was from. Not coming out. He looked around him and asked: "This dark spiritual cultivator is very powerful. Brothers, if you are not 100% sure, don't go to war again."

The implication is that if they lose again, Baihuitang will lose all face. After hearing what he said, an old man in his sixties who was sitting next to Zhou Kuan stood up, cupped his hands and said, "Master, how about I go fight him?"

When people saw clearly the man who wanted to fight, they all let out a sigh of relief. This old man's name was Nan Ting, and he was the deputy chief hall master of Baihui Hall. His leadership ability and personal charisma may not be as good as Zhou Kuan's, but he was a master in spiritual martial arts. The first-class master is the best even in the entire Feng Kingdom ranger world.

Nan Ting was about to fight Li Tong. Zhou Kuan pondered for a moment, and finally nodded and said, "Brother Nan, you have to be more careful!" Zhou Kuan was about ten years younger than Nan Ting, and he respected him very much. Treat him as his elder brother.

After hearing his instructions, Nan Ting was happy and said: "It's just a young baby. Don't worry, Hall Master, I'll come back as soon as I go!" As he spoke, the old man walked down the stand and went straight to the ring.

After Nan Ting got to the ring, there was a sound of inhaling from below, but Li Tong didn't pay attention. Instead, he almost sneered. He said quietly: "What? Could it be that Baihuitang can't send out strong men and can only use an old man?" To fool me?"

Nan Ting looked up and laughed and said: "Young man, don't be too arrogant, you must know that there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world."

"I heard you farting!" Li Tong snorted coldly, and rushed to the south court with a quick stride, and slashed at Huashan with his spiritual sword. The secret passage came well, Nan Ting calmly covered his spiritual armor and blocked with his horizontal sword. With a crisp clang sound, the spiritual sword and the spiritual sword touched each other. Nan Ting stood there without moving, but Li Tong was reacted by the reaction. Zhenzhi took a step back.

ah? Li Tong was surprised. He couldn't tell that this old man was so strong! Li Tong put away his contempt, cheered up, and stood with Nan Ting attentively.

The two of them went back and forth, each using their own unique skills. Unknowingly, they had fought for more than fifty rounds.

During the battle, Li Tong's best thing was the stormy fast attack, but his fast attack had no effect on Nan Ting. The old man had been fighting for decades, and he had too much experience in fighting, and he fought on his own. His skills are also proficient, and his cultivation is extremely deep. Li Tong's series of fast attacks are often easily resolved by him with one move of Spiritual Ning.

The old man became more and more relaxed as he fought, while Li Tong became more and more difficult to fight. Gradually, there were more parries and less attacks, and the situation became completely passive.

In fact, for dark spiritual cultivators, the arena battle is very disadvantageous. This is a flat land without any obstacles, and there is nothing to provide shadows for them to use Shadow Elegance. If there is a gap in strength between the two parties or they are not compatible, Up and down, Li Tong could still look for opportunities to win with his flexible mind, but facing an experienced spiritual martial arts master like Nan Ting, he had no choice in the ring.

When the two sides fought for 80 rounds, Li Tong's physical strength and spiritual energy had been severely depleted, and his body movements were not as good as before. He was panting while fighting. Seeing the opportunity, Nan Ting accelerated his attack. Li Tong was just in a trance, distracted by the old man's sword attack from above, and did not notice the opponent's kick below.

Nan Ting's kick was aimed directly at Li Tong. If he was really kicked by him, Li Tong would be crippled if not dead. At the critical moment, Li Tong used all his strength, bent his body, and moved back. There was a crisp sound in his ear. Nan Ting did not kick him, but hit him hard in the lower abdomen.

Li Tong was like a cannonball shot out of the muzzle. The whole person flew backwards and fell more than three meters before falling to the ground, but the inertia was still not reduced. He continued to roll on the ring, like a ball, and rolled under the ring. At the same time, he also spit out blood with a wow.

If it were someone else, they would definitely not be able to stand up after being kicked so hard, but Li Tong gritted his teeth, supported himself with his knife, and stood up tremblingly. He looked up at Nan Ting on the stage, his scarlet eyes almost spitting fire.

Although Nan Ting looked kind on the surface, he was actually very cruel. The old man secretly said it was a pity that he failed to kill Li Tong. He scattered the spiritual armor on his body, smiled and bowed, and said: "Young man, it is not easy for you to have such skills at your age. I will show mercy today and not take your life, but if you still think you have some skills in the future and look down on everything, you will suffer a great loss!"

Listening to the other party's tone like a charitable elder, as if he deliberately let him go, Li Tong knew that the old man actually wanted to kill him. His face turned red with anger, and before he could speak, he spit out another mouthful of blood, and his body shook for a while. Finally, he couldn't support himself anymore and sat on the ground with a plop.

Li Tong was defeated. Facing Nan Ting, one of the best masters in Baihui Hall, the backbones of Xiaoyao Sect didn't even have the courage to leave. They all hung their heads and dared not breathe, fearing that Zhang Dong would notice them and call them out.

Zhang Dong knew what his men were thinking. While he was angry, he could only look at the other four masters sent by Tang Yin for help.

Among the remaining four people, the strength of the dark spiritual cultivator was at most equal to that of Li Tong. If Li Tong was defeated, he would not be able to get any advantage if he went down.

As for the three light spiritual cultivators, they used their insight to see that Nan Ting's cultivation was obviously higher than theirs. It was estimated that even if they went down, they would be embarrassed.

Seeing that no one asked for a fight, the anxious Zhang Dong also took the initiative to ask: "Four adults, who... will go down to fight Nan Ting?"

If he didn't speak, the four people could still pretend to be deaf and dumb. After he asked, the four people couldn't pretend to be stupid, not to mention that the king was not far away. Among the four, the young man from Lingwu Academy stood up and said in a loud voice: "I will fight him!"

This young man is only in his twenties, but his cultivation has exceeded the realm of transformation. He is considered a genius in practicing Lingwu. As the saying goes, a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger. Knowing that the opponent's cultivation is much deeper than his own, the young man still dared to challenge.

This fight was much faster than the last one. The young man did not even walk past Nan Ting for thirty rounds, and was pierced through the ribs by the old man's sword. Fortunately, the sword did not hurt his internal organs, otherwise even if the Daluo Immortal was present, he could not save him. Even so, the young man was still seriously injured and was carried down by the disciples of Xiaoyao Sect for rescue.

Watching the young man lose, Xiaoyao Sect could not send anyone at all. Even Zhang Dong knew that no one on his side could defeat Nan Ting at present.

The old man won two games in a row, his face was not red, he was not out of breath, as if nothing had happened, and he greeted the acquaintances below from time to time on the stage, looking relaxed. On the other hand, the Xiaoyao Gate stand was completely silent, as if in death. In the end, Zhang Dong could only look at Tang Yin with a pleading look.

Tang Yin's face was not very good at this time, not because Xiaoyao Gate was helpless against Nan Ting, but because two of his spiritual martial arts masters were injured by Nan Ting, which made Tang Yin feel unhappy and uncomfortable.

Just when people thought that no one from Xiaoyao Gate dared to step down to fight, someone stood up from the Shura Gate stand on the left side of the Xiaoyao Gate stand. This person walked down the stand silently, went up to the ring, bowed to Nan Ting and smiled, and said: "Grandpa Nan, long time no see! I want to fight with Grandpa Nan, I wonder if Grandpa Nan is willing to do me a favor?"