C18

The sword hung above the river of stars!

The Xuan-yuan Sword slashed out, cutting a gap in the huge wave, Nanmen Feng's figure flashed at an extremely fast speed, and before he could stabilize himself, he heard the sound of fierce wind and waves behind him.

Nanmen Feng gritted his teeth. In the face of danger, he directly slashed at Su Siyuan. He secretly made up his mind that as long as he could cut Su Siyuan down with his sword, he wouldn't mind taking a hit from him. Even if he couldn't kill him with a single sword strike, it would be better for both of them to suffer a loss than to passively take a beating.

"Brother Nanmen is at the end of his rope, do you want to go all out?"

Su Siyuan smiled faintly as his body moved, dodging the sword strike that came chopping down hastily. With victory in his grasp, how could he fight Nanmen Feng to the point where both sides would suffer?

Nanmen Feng smiled, but his hand didn't slow down at all. The huge waves rolled towards Nanmen Feng one after another. Nanmen Feng, who just got out of the trap, was trapped again.

Competing in elemental energy control? Wu Tie can throw Nanmen Feng a thousand miles away.

Liu Tie's face darkened. He felt sorry for Nanmen Feng. If it wasn't for Su Siyuan, Nanmen Feng would most likely have occupied a position on the Spirit Board.

Now it was over. At this time next year, no one can stop Nanmen Feng from entering the Spirit Board!

Nanmen Feng was in a very bad situation at the moment. He was in a dangerous situation, getting out of the way several times. He was hit twice on the back by the huge wave and once on his right arm by the folding fan.

If not for Nanmen Feng's profound movement technique, which allowed him to dodge in time, he would have been defeated long ago.

Fresh blood flowed down along his right arm, the dark red blood permeated with a faint golden color, flowing towards the sword hilt of the Xuan-yuan Sword and disappearing without a trace.

Neither of the two, who were in the middle of a fierce battle, noticed the strangeness of the situation.

Nanmen Feng's long hair was in a mess, and the back of his clothes was torn to reveal the inner armor underneath. He was breathing heavily and his chest was rising and falling. The crowd all knew that Nanmen Feng was going to lose.

At this time, Su Siyuan was no longer as calm and collected as before. Nanmen Feng's perseverance was beyond his imagination, and he had consumed a lot of elemental energy from the battle up to now.

Compared to Nanmen Feng, the Spirit Ranking was obviously more important to him. If he wanted to kill Nanmen Feng in the future, he would have plenty of opportunities, but he could not afford to lose the Spirit Ranking battle.

"Brother Nanmen, is there a need to fight?"

If it was anyone else, he might have admitted defeat, but the opponent was Su Siyuan, so he could only fight until the end. Until one of them fell, even if the one who fell was himself, he would have no regrets!

"Fight!"

When the Xuan-yuan Sword slashed out, the sword beam became dim. This was a sign that the elemental energy was being consumed too much and was almost exhausted. What persevered in Nanmen Feng's battle was not his elemental energy, but his faith.

"You don't know what's good for you!" Su Siyuan was furious and thought to himself, "Since you are so determined to die, I'll grant you that wish."

Su Siyuan put away his fan, waved his hand and a dark blue fist-sized bead appeared in his palm. Su Siyuan put away his fan, waved his hand and a dark blue fist-sized bead appeared in his palm.

"Water Spirit Bead?" Last time, in the territory of the Demon King Purple Thunder Eagles, it was precisely the Fire Spirit Orb that Burning Cloud Valley's disciple, Bu Chen, had relied on to defeat Zhu Tianyou of the Meteor Shower Pavilion.

Now, Su Siyuan had actually taken out a Water Spirit Bead. With his cultivation level that was far more profound than Bu Chen's, Nanmen Feng would definitely not be able to withstand this blow. Is he going to lose now? " He wasn't willing to accept this.

But would he be able to withstand this attack?

The appearance of the Water Spirit Bead caused the spirit energy in the air to become berserk, and the stage beneath his feet seemed to be unable to withstand the immense pressure, as it started to tremble and crumble at any time.

At the corner of the stage, Xu Yao hastily clapped his hands and the trembling gradually calmed down.

Su Siyuan's eyes were filled with ferocity. Right now, even if Nanmen Feng wanted to admit defeat, he would never agree to it. With Drunken Immortal House's strength, even if he violated the rules and killed Nanmen Feng, he wouldn't receive too much punishment.

The moment the Water Spirit Bead appeared, it was already the end of Nanmen Feng. Death!

The blood flowed more happily along the wound, but Nanmen Feng couldn't care less.

Just then, a warm current returned to his right hand that was holding the Xuan-yuan Sword, flowing into Nanmen Feng's meridians. The inside of his body was warm, and the tiredness had started to dissipate.

Nanmen Feng's body trembled, his eyes twitched, and he looked at the Xuan-yuan Sword: "What happened?"

The warm current was flowing nonstop. Nanmen Feng's right arm trembled slightly, and then his heart moved slightly. "Could it be that the Xuan-yuan Sword was moving just now?" Nanmen Feng couldn't be sure.

Trembling once more.

As expected, Nanmen Feng was finally sure that it was not his arm that was trembling, but the Xuan-yuan Sword. The trembling became more intense, and even the crowd below the stage sensed that something was wrong.

"Haha, he's trembling. He's scared!"

"You want to occupy the Spirit Ranking with just this cowardly appearance?"

"He must have been scared silly by Su Siyuan. What a pity, his strength is not bad."

"Shut up!" Mu Pengcheng could not bear to listen any longer. Naturally, he also noticed Nanmen Feng's abnormality, but he did not believe that Nanmen Feng did it because he was afraid. He could not find an answer!

"Big Brother Nanmen, victory or defeat is commonplace. Quickly admit defeat!" Yuan Fei shouted anxiously towards the arena.

Not bad, it's not a disgrace for a warrior of the seventh floor to lose to a warrior of the ninth floor of the Spirit Stage. To be able to force the latter to such a state is already a kind of victory.

However, for ordinary people, this might be the case. However, Nanmen Feng was different. If he could lose to anyone, he couldn't lose to Su Siyuan. It was all because of the pride in his heart!

Nanmen Feng was not an arrogant person. On the contrary, he was very easy-going. However, he had pride, a strong self-esteem, and the self-esteem of the warrior.

Defeated in words, dead in battle, the only option was not to admit defeat, not to mention his opponent was Su Siyuan!

The Xuan-yuan Sword began to tremble even more violently. Even Nanmen Feng's body started to tremble. He fiercely urged the remaining Yuan Li in his Dantian to suppress it. Nanmen Feng helplessly discovered that it was useless! The trembling became even more intense!

Some people in the corridor sensed that something was amiss. They were all experienced and knowledgeable individuals, and although they did not know what was going on, they had already faintly guessed at some of the problems. The gaze that was directed at the arena was gradually filled with anticipation.

Su Siyuan, who was very close to Ye Zichen, also noticed it, "Is he scared?" What a joke, Su Siyuan didn't believe it. How could he be afraid of someone who would rather die than admit defeat?

Then the only explanation left was that things had changed! There was something strange about that sword. After he had inexplicably devoured the Flood Dragon's Demon Soul, everyone present had witnessed it. Su Siyuan was constantly on guard against that sword, was he finally going to reveal his brilliance?

Su Siyuan's gaze became unusually heavy. At the same time, he crazily channeled his spirit energy into the Water Spirit Bead, just a little bit more!

A loud boom was heard, the Xuan-yuan Sword suddenly released a huge burst of light, the bright yellow light and the Water Spirit Bead clashed together, and then with a roar, a shadow tightly wrapped itself around the Xuan-yuan Sword.

The crowd was stunned.

"Was that the flood dragon's soul just now?"

"Oh my god, it really was swallowed by the sword just now!"

"What kind of sword is that? can even devour a Flood Dragon's soul? "