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But at that moment, Faang Qing had actually unleashed hundreds of Wind Blade s at once. The sharp aura of the Wind Blade made people fear, after deciding to attack, Faang Qing did not give Nanmen Feng any time to think, with a wave of his hand, hundreds of Wind Blade shot towards Nanmen Feng from all directions. Nanmen Feng knew that this guy didn't stop there. This guy actually wanted to kill him.

Since that was the case, Nanmen Feng naturally wouldn't hold back. With a wave of his hand, the Xuan-yuan Sword instantly appeared in his hands. Along with a clear sword hum, bolts of lightning condensed on top of the Xuan-yuan Sword. Countless lightning serpents swam about, creating an extremely shocking scene.

Originally, everyone thought that with Faang Qing's Wind Blade, Nanmen Feng would be drenched in blood. From the looks of it, it was hard to say who would win.

"One Sword Shock Thunder!" When the lightning on the Xuan-yuan Sword condensed to an extreme, Nanmen Feng's Essence erupted and the Xuan-yuan Sword in his hands slashed out. Everyone saw a crescent moon shaped sword qi slash towards Faang Qing. In fact, after witnessing the shocking sword attack of the elder from the Green Cloud Forbidden Land, Nanmen Feng had a lot of insights.

At this moment, Nanmen Feng's sword attack was no longer just a simple sword intent. It contained an indomitable sword intent.

At the same time Nanmen Feng slashed out, a middle-aged man in a purple robe who was watching the fight in the corridor had a look of joy on his face. The purple-robed middle-aged man had not expected that the little guy that he had casually saved not long ago would grow to such an extent. Furthermore, he seemed to have comprehended sword intent.

Under Nanmen Feng's sword Qi of the Half Moon Lightning Arc, Wu Tie's Wind Blade that filled the sky was shattered by the lightning bolts, inch by inch. In a split-second, Nanmen Feng's lightning bolt arrived in front of Faang Qing. This lightning bolt could not be absorbed by Wu steel! He could only dodge! However, Faang Qing was unwilling to accept this outcome. He had been waiting bitterly for a year, and this time, he was here to amaze everyone.

But who would have thought that Nanmen Feng's move would force him off the stage. Nanmen Feng was very satisfied after forcing Faang Qing off the stage with a sweep of his sword. However, before Nanmen Feng could react, Faang Qing, who was forced out of the ring a moment ago, broke the rules and rushed up the stage again. This time, Faang Qing held a short knife in his hand.

Without giving Nanmen Feng a chance to react, Faang Qing swung his dagger at Nanmen Feng's head. With a dragon's roar, a flood dragon soul flew out from the dagger. "Swallow him!" At this moment, Faang Qing seemed to have gone crazy. After a year of waiting, he had completely failed just like that. Faang Qing was not willing to give up.

Therefore, he had to make Nanmen Feng, the person who made him fail, pay the price of his life. Nanmen Feng wasn't prepared in the first place, and at this moment, the flood dragon soul that rushed out of Faang Qing's short knife was even more unexpected than Nanmen Feng. However, Nanmen Feng was not a person who would sit still and wait for death. Just as Nanmen Feng was about to use the second sword of the Thunderclap Sword Technique to defend against Faang Qing, the Xuan-yuan Sword suddenly trembled.

Immediately after, Nanmen Feng was shocked to see that the flood dragon soul that rushed out of Wu Tie's short blade was actually swallowed by the Xuan-yuan Sword. After the Xuan-yuan Sword swallowed the Flood Dragon's Soul, Faang Qing's blade also hacked at Nanmen Feng's head. The most powerful part of Faang Qing's attack just now was after the ambush and the flood dragon. At this moment, Tang Ao came back to reality. How could Faang Qing be a match for Nanmen Feng?

Nanmen Feng turned the Xuan-yuan Sword in his hands and immediately pointed his sword out. It was the second sword of the Thunderclap Sword Technique, Sword Descending Star River. This sword was very simple, but it seemed to pierce through the heavens as if it was unstoppable. Perhaps someone could block this strike, but the current Faang Qing definitely could not.

Therefore, along with a "Puchi" sound, Nanmen Feng's Longsword had already pierced through Faang Qing's heart.

"Bastard!"

"Stop!"

These two voices sounded one after the other. The first was from Faang Qing's Master, Xu Yao. As he spoke, Xu Yao had already hit Nanmen Feng's back with his palm.

The latter sentence was said by the purple-robed middle-aged man. If he did not lift Nanmen Feng up using his elemental energy handprint in the nick of time, Nanmen Feng's heart would have been shattered by Xu Yao's palm strike.

"Elder Xu Yao, what are you doing?" The purple-robed man showed his might without getting angry. Although he didn't release any of his aura, Xu Yao was so suppressed that he couldn't even breathe. Xu Yao really did not expect King Cheng to notice that he was merely attacking a new student.

"Faang Qing is my beloved disciple. When he saw his beloved disciple die tragically, he was so agitated that he almost made a grave mistake." Although Xu Yao didn't even put Nanmen Feng's life and death in his eyes, since King Cheng asked, he naturally had to give a proper explanation. Actually, there was another important reason. It was because Xu Yao had his eyes on the Xuan-yuan Sword which could devour the soul of the flood dragon in Nanmen Feng's hands.

"Elder Xu Yao, you will be in charge of this year's Spirit Ranking. I hope that such a thing won't happen again." After Purple-robed Man said this, he looked at Nanmen Feng and asked helplessly, "Nanmen Feng, can we fight again?"

Nanmen Feng raised his head and looked at Purple-robed Man, who was on the stage. Although he was dissatisfied with the way Purple-robed Man handled the problem, he knew that if it wasn't for him, he would already be a dead man.

Purple-robed Man saved his life.

"I can fight!"

The two short words were accompanied by a coughing sound. King Cheng frowned slightly and said, "I'll give you an hour." King Cheng turned around and looked at Faang Qing's corpse on the stage. His frown deepened. He then let out a soft sigh. His body flashed and appeared in the corridor. He then sat down slowly.

At this moment, the old man's face was so gloomy that it seemed as if water would drip out of it. Not only did the attack not take Nanmen Feng's life, but it had also alarmed King Cheng. This matter was not going to be easy!

The second round of the competition had already begun. The ones being challenged were Ascending, at the eighth level of Spirit Stage. The challenger was also a warrior of the eighth level of Spirit Stage, but the difference in strength was too obvious. In just the time it took for an incense stick to burn, the challenger was blasted off the stage.

With two consecutive victories, he was only one victory away from consolidating his position on the Spirit Ranking.

An hour passed in the blink of an eye, yet only half of Nanmen Feng's injury was healed. This palm attack was too heavy. If he could have another hour, Nanmen Feng believed that he would be able to put up a fight.

He still had to fight two more battles and had no fate with the Spirit Ranking.

The time had just come, and the old man in grey impatiently said, "The time has come. Who's next?"

"I'll do it!" A voice filled with anger rang out, as though it was venting the anger in the hearts of the crowd. A burly, burly man leapt onto the stage, his gaze filled with disdain as he stared at the grey-robed old man.

"It's him?"

Nanmen Feng felt his heart turn cold. His heart was even colder than when the grey-clothed old man slapped him.

"Why is it him?" Nanmen Feng knew that there would definitely be people who would come and challenge him. He could accept anyone except the people on the stage.