Chapter 807 Zeng Xiangteng Wins, the First in Tianguan Vs. The First in Tianwaitian

"Brother, take my arrow, Feng Yu."

Zeng Xiangteng's voice was deep and powerful, and his whole body was surging with energy, and he wanted to pour all his strength into this blow.

The phantom of the fire phoenix looked up to the sky and screamed, the sound was deafening. Then, a crimson light pillar suddenly shot out from the phoenix's beak. The dazzling light turned into a huge flaming arrow, piercing the sky and destroying the sky. The aura of Mie Di was directed at Zeng Huang.

Zeng Huang's face was solemn, but his eyes shone with determination. He quickly mobilized all the talents in his body and injected them into the Fire Phoenix Shadow.

Zeng Huang also pulled the true phoenix long bow in his hand to the full moon, and saw that the shadow of the fire phoenix expanded instantly, its wings became wider, and it was surrounded by blazing flames.

Zeng Huang shot out an arrow, and the Fire Phoenix then faced the flaming arrow. The two collided fiercely in the air, erupting with dazzling light and hot temperature. The entire arena seemed to be melted by this force, and the air was filled with anxiousness. breath.

There was a loud noise, deafening, and the collision of the flaming arrows and the phantom of the fire phoenix triggered a violent explosion. The fire shot into the sky and illuminated half of the sky.

When the fire light dissipated, the scene on the ring was revealed. Zeng Xiangteng and Zeng Huang were seen standing opposite each other. Their clothes were damaged and their faces were a little pale. However, it was obvious that Zeng Xiangteng was in better condition than Zeng Huang. There was too much, and there was a trace of blood on the corner of Zeng Huang's mouth, and the aura on his body became a little empty.

"I lost."

Zeng Huang took a deep breath and slowly said these three words.

Although he didn't want to admit it, the fact was before him that all his talents had been exhausted. Although he had learned the Zeng family's secret method, Nirvana Technique, which could restore his talents to more than 30% in a very short period of time, this secret method was not only He will.

Before Zeng Xiangteng participated in the Battle of the Hundred Schools of Thought, he had met with the old man. The old man personally passed on the Nirvana Secrets to Zeng Xiangteng. Although Zeng Xiangteng's talents were also consumed as much, his condition was much better than his own. With the Nirvana Secrets, he could also do it. It recovered to more than 30% in a short period of time.

Zeng Huang no longer had the intention to continue fighting.

He lost this battle.

Hearing this, a smile appeared on Zeng Xiangteng's face. He let go of his talents and held his hands from afar: "Brother, I accept the concession."

"With the Xiangteng clan brother here, I should give up my title as the number one genius of the younger generation of the Zeng family."

Zeng Huang smiled bitterly, shook his head and said. His words were not modest, but sincere. In today's battle, Zeng Xiangteng's strength and talent amazed him. He knew that he was no longer the opponent of this clan brother.

"Zeng Huang loses, his score is reduced by 50,000, and Zeng Xiangteng's score is increased by 50,000."

Chen Xintong's voice came out, and the figures of Zeng Huang and Zeng Xiangteng were teleported to the bottom of the ring. Their injuries and talents were also fully recovered at this moment.

"The Zeng family in Tianwaitian has always restrained themselves, returned to etiquette, and behaved like a gentleman. It can be said that in the entire Tianwaitian, only the Zeng family still inherits the righteous way of Confucianism."

Chen Xintong did not hesitate to praise the Zeng family of Tianwaitian. Then he looked at Zeng Xiangteng and said: "Xiangteng, you have a name in the secular world, saying: "The Indisputable Phoenix", I like you very much." title."

"Fighting and not fighting seem to be two completely different attitudes, but if you taste them carefully, you will find that they are essentially the same. Fighting is to pursue a higher realm and stronger power; not fighting is inner peace. It’s your indifference to fame and fortune. Although you don’t fight for fame, you fight for it more than anyone else in your heart.”

Chen Xintong's words made Zeng Xiangteng fall into deep thought. He seemed to be touched, but he couldn't figure out the deep meaning.

"Okay, enough chatter, let's move on to the next competition." Chen Xintong continued without giving everyone much time to think.

"Yang Kelie, a student of Tianguan once said that you are the number one genius of the younger generation in Tianguan. Do you dare to fight with me?"

Cao Gongping shouted to Yang Kelie who was communicating with Fang Haotian in the distance.

Yang Kelie was stunned when he heard this, but he had no intention of rejecting him. He immediately raised his hands to Cao Gongping and said, "His Royal Highness the Holy Son invites a fight, how can Yang Kelie not refuse?"

"good."

After Chen Xintong finished speaking, Yang Kelie and Cao Gongping were teleported to the ring.

I saw Yang Kelie taking out a long-handled sword from his jade pendant, cupping his hands towards Cao Gongping from a distance and saying, "Your Highness, I'm offended."

After Yang Kelie finished speaking, a powerful aura suddenly erupted from his body. The aura was as thick as a mountain, making people feel a strong pressure.

"Then let me see how strong you, the number one genius, are." The corner of Cao Gongping's mouth curled up.

As he turned his wrist, the air flow surged, and dozens of thin wind blades condensed and formed in an instant. They converged into a rotating whirlwind in the air, with a whistling sound of tearing the air, approaching Yang Kelie And go.

Yang Kelie stood at the other end of the ring, with a body like a pine and eyes like torches, staring closely at the menacing whirlwind blade.

He took a deep breath, the aqua blue energy surging around his body, and he swung the heavy long-handled sword in his hand. Each sword light contained the power of breaking mountains and cracking rocks, cutting through the sky, leaving behind a trail of silver tracks. , and had a fierce battle with the whirlwind blade in the air.

The moment the sword light collided with the wind blade, sparks flew out, like stars falling, illuminating the entire arena, and the sharp clashing sounds made people tremble.

Yang Kelie was agile and steady, and every step he took was accompanied by a slight tremor on the ground. As he swung his broadsword, a series of blade lights cut through the sky, making a sharp sound, and slashed towards the whirlwind blade. The blade lights and the wind blade collided fiercely in the air, bursting out dazzling sparks and deafening noises. Yang Kelie dodged quickly, and every step he took was accompanied by a dull sound, as if he was going to crush the entire arena.

He swung the broadsword in his hand faster and faster, and the blade lights surged out like a tide, wearing away the whirlwind blade bit by bit.

Seeing this, Cao Gongping raised his eyebrows slightly, and the folding fan in his hand suddenly flew out of his hand. The folding fan quickly expanded in the air, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a huge fan, with magnificent mountains and rivers on it, surrounded by clouds and mist, like a living landscape painting, exuding a terrifying pressure that made people palpitate.

"It is indeed a treasure of the sub-sage."

Yang Kelie's eyes were stern. He knew the power of this fan very well and did not dare to be careless. He quickly formed a seal with his left hand and flicked his fingertips. An ancient word "Pan" suddenly appeared in the air, and then turned into a stream of light and merged into the long handle of the broadsword.

In an instant, the broadsword shone brightly, and an indestructible aura spread.

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