Chapter 806 True Phoenix Vs. True Phoenix

Ci Song looked at Sui Baide who had passed out, his eyes calm and without any disturbance.

He was not surprised by this result.

That golden page completely awakened the sleeping immortal blood in his body, making the talent in his Dantian possess the characteristics of the immortal talent.

Coupled with the blessing of two sub-sage treasures, the Victory Evil Sword, and the Qingluan Sword Spike, if Ci Song cannot easily defeat Sui Baide, then he simply should not participate in the trial.

"Fifty thousand will be added to the score for Ci and Song, and one hundred thousand will be deducted for Sui and Baide."

As Chen Xintong's voice sounded, the figures of Ci Song and Sui Baide were teleported to the bottom of the ring. The ring, which was originally scarred and almost in ruins due to the fight between the two, also returned to its original state at this time, as if nothing had happened. Happened generally.

Sui Baide, who was originally in a coma, has also woken up. He did not dare to raise his head and look at Chen Xintong. In this fight, he thought he had lost face.

Chen Xintong naturally saw Sui Baide's frustration, and immediately said: "The Master said: 'When three people walk together, I must have a teacher; choose the good ones and follow them, and change the bad ones.' This time The purpose of the trial is to let you know your own shortcomings so that you can correct them. The score is not important. What is important is what you can gain from the trial. Don't give up and put the cart before the horse just because you win or lose."

Chen Xintong's words were obviously meant for Sui Baide. After hearing the words, the latter also understood Chen Xintong's intention. He immediately took a deep breath, bowed to Chen Xintong, and said in a deep voice: "Thank you, Master, for your teachings. Baide will keep it in mind."

After saying that, he turned to look at Ci Song, who was not far away, with a firm look in his eyes, and said: "Ci Song, I lost this time. After this, I will work harder to wait for you and me next time." When we meet, the winner will definitely be me.”

"Then Ci Song is looking forward to fighting His Highness the Holy Son next time." Ci Song heard this, smiled slightly, and said.

For this Sui Baide, Ci Song neither liked nor disliked him. He just regarded him as his opponent, nothing more.

"Who will take the stage next?" Chen Xintong continued to ask.

"Master, I want to fight against the Xiangteng clan brothers."

Zeng Huang, a student of the Zeng family in Tianwaitian, took a step forward and bowed to Chen Xintong.

"Zeng Xiangteng, what do you think?" Chen Xintong turned to Zeng Xiangteng and asked.

"Since my clan brother invites me to fight, Xiangteng naturally dare not refuse." Zeng Xiangteng said to Chen Xintong.

As soon as the words fell, the figures of Zeng Huang and Zeng Xiangteng disappeared. When they reappeared, they were already on the ring.

"Brother Zeng Huang, please." Zeng Xiangteng bowed his hands to Zeng Huang and said.

"Brother Teng, there's no need to be polite, just take action." Zeng Huang said with a slight smile.

"good."

Zeng Xiangteng and Zeng Huang released their talents at the same time. The fiery red talents spurted out from their palms like boiling magma, and quickly condensed into two phoenix birds with spread wings above their heads.

Not only is this phoenix bird lifelike in shape, each feather seems to contain the power of endless flames, emitting a scorching light that can burn all living things. The only difference is that the phoenix bird phantom summoned by Zeng Xiangteng has three tails, while the phoenix summoned by Zeng Huang has two tails.

They hovered in the air and turned into two long bows shining with fiery brilliance, which were held firmly in their hands.

"Brother, I'm offended."

Zeng Xiangteng bowed his hand to Zeng Huang, and the long bow in his hand seemed to be given life. With a slight pull, a flaming arrow pierced the air, and headed straight for Zeng Huang with the sound of howling wind and blazing temperature.

"Well come."

Zeng Huang shouted low, and the long bow in his hand was also fully drawn. A flaming arrow condensed on the bowstring and took shape. Its color was even deeper, as if it could swallow up all light. The two flaming arrows met in the air, instantly erupting with a deafening roar. Firelight splashed everywhere, illuminating the space in the center of the arena red.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise, and two flaming arrows collided in the center of the ring, erupting with dazzling fire and scorching temperature. At this moment, the entire ring turned into a sea of ​​fire.

The figures of Zeng Xiangteng and Zeng Huang flashed rapidly in the sea of ​​fire, and each flash left a trail of afterimages, making it difficult to distinguish the true from the false.

The long bows in the hands of the two people continued to tighten, and flaming arrows continued to condense and rush towards each other. Deafening roars erupted in the sea of ​​​​fire, and the blazing temperature caused the void around the arena to become distorted. stand up.

The two are both descendants of Zeng Sheng, and they both shoot into the ink. At this moment, they use the red bird as a bow and the phoenix feathers as arrows to engage in a fierce battle on the ring.

One after another, the flaming arrows drew beautiful arcs in the air, and finally collided with each other, erupting with a deafening roar.

In this chaos of fire and arrows, Zeng Xiangteng and Zeng Huang flashed. However, Zeng Xiangteng and Zeng Huang showed an amazing tacit understanding and cooperation.

They seem to be able to predict each other's movements and intentions, and can always make the most correct response at the most critical moment. With every flash, they narrowly avoid the flaming arrows fired by the opponent, and at the same time, they condense the arrows and shoot them at the target. other side.

As time went by, the auras of the two of them became more and more fierce, and every time they drew their bows, there was a strong killing intention, as if they were going to completely defeat the other party.

However, no matter how the two fought, they could never tell the winner. Both sides were equally powerful and neither could suppress the other.

In the sea of ​​fire, the two figures flashed faster and faster, and the frequency of drawing bows and arrows became higher and higher. The entire arena turned into a sea of ​​arrows, which was dizzying.

Just when everyone thought the battle would continue to be stalemate, something unexpected happened.

Zeng Xiangteng suddenly gave up the attack, and instead condensed a large number of flaming arrows around his body, forming an indestructible flame barrier.

At the same time, he was kneading the formula with his left hand, muttering something in his mouth, and the aura on his body instantly became violent.

Zeng Huang stood in the center of the ring, and the air around him seemed to become hot and heavy due to the power surging within his body.

His eyes were like a torch, and he could see through the shadow of the real phoenix summoned by Zeng Xiangteng at a glance. The phoenix shadow was lifelike, with its crown feathers flying high, its gallbladder bright, and its three tails like a rainbow, demonstrating its supreme majesty and power.

"It's really Feng Xuying. It seems that the old man's vision is still sharp."

Zeng Huang naturally recognized at a glance that what Zeng Xiangteng had summoned was the phantom of the true phoenix. He no longer held back his hand, and used his left hand to pinch the magic formula. Following his movements, a red flame-like talent erupted from his body. Out, this force was so strong that even the air around the arena began to distort, as if even the space could not withstand the heat.

The crimson talent condensed in the air, gradually forming a phantom of a fire phoenix spreading its wings and ready to fly. It echoed the phantom of the real phoenix, but was completely different - the phoenix had no crown and was more agile; it had no phoenix courage and had two tails. Simple and powerful, it reveals a different kind of nobility and elegance.

Fire phoenixes and fire phoenixes intertwined and circled in the sky, and every time they flapped their wings, they were accompanied by a deafening phoenix cry. The sound penetrated the clouds and cracked the rocks and hit the heart directly.

Everyone under the ring held their breath as they were afraid of missing this rare spectacle.

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