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"Bam!"

Immediately, she gently clenched her lily-white hand as a long red whip whizzed out. The long whip in her hand was like a blood-red python as it coiled and waved, blocking Qi Feng's attack. However, as the lance and red whip intersected, the trembling in her hand caused her expression to slightly darken.

Qi Feng's strength was clearly higher than Qi Lei's. As he attacked and defended, he brought along a sky full of sharp spear shadows as he once again attacked Xiao Ya.

On the Golden Armor Auction House's side, several people's faces revealed a solemn and nervous expression as they watched the remnant soulforce ripples that were created when the two of them exchanged blows. If Xiao Ya was able to suppress Qi Feng in this match, then this Soul Spirit Pool would belong to their Golden Armor Auction House.

As for Xia Hun Wu, his gaze was fixated on the two figures the instant the two of them were fighting. Although he had watched quite a number of fights between the younger generation in the selection competition of the Five Great Academies, it was still nothing compared to the two of them.

"Bang!" Bang! "Bam!"

As the spear and whip intersected, sparks flew in all directions, forming sounds of collisions one after another.

"Ding!"

The long whip that was like a blood python once again wrapped itself around the tip of the spear. A clear sound appeared within the arena, and the crimson long spear was actually forced to bend a little by this long whip.

"Buzz!"

A red glow flashed across Qi Feng's eyes the moment his body was pushed back. Immediately, his toes pressed on the ground and his arm started to tremble at an extremely quick speed.

As he trembled, the air around him began to howl as a vortex formed by countless spear shadows rapidly formed. Under the infusion of soul power, a heart palpitating fluctuation appeared within the crowd's senses.

"This is... A seventh rank Mortal Realm Soul Art, Wind Spear Shadow? "

Looking at the spear shadow whirlpool in front of Qi Feng, Xia Hun Wu's expression changed slightly. Even Li Yan's expression became serious at this moment.

"Wind Spear Shadow, a total of seven shots. A single echo represents a single spear strike, and when seven echoes ring out, it will be the strongest attack of this Wind Spear Shadow. Moreover, it is said that this Qi Feng is able to attract six echoes. "Very few people of the same level can contend against her …"

Hearing Li Yan's voice, Xia Hun Wu also nodded his head. He could also feel the power of this spear. If it was him, he would have to at least form the "Nine Flames Dragon Devouring Array" to be able to firmly suppress it.

"Dang!" Clang! "Dang!"

While he spoke, Qi Feng's figure was just like a wild wind as it shot out explosively. Finally, it smashed heavily onto the blood-red python like long whip.

An extremely fierce gale spread out, causing the soil on the ground to be lifted off a level by a powerful gale. Xiao Ya's figure also staggered back a couple of steps before barely managing to stabilize herself. However, before she could raise her head, she could sense the strength of that powerful gale.

"Clang!"

A six shot shot caused Xia Hun Wu's heart to slightly jump. He could sense that after these six sounds, the blood-red python formed by Xiao Ya's red whip was blasted apart by this strike. Fresh blood slowly flowed out from the jade hand holding the long whip.

"If Qi Feng could only condense six echoes, with Ya'er's strength, she would still be able to fight against him."

Li Yan and Lan Fei let out a slight sigh of relief as they watched this scene unfold. However, before they could even exhale, Qi Feng, who was holding a scarlet red spear, let out a strange laugh. The spear in his hand trembled once again as boundless soul power surged out from his body and ruthlessly smashed onto Xiao Ya's left shoulder in an extremely quick and violent manner.

"Puchi!"

After Qi Feng thrust out his spear, Xiao Ya was finally unable to endure any longer. She spat out a mouthful of blood from the back of her throat. The red whip in her hand had been shattered in order to defend against the final spear.

Li Yan, Lan Fei and the rest's hearts sank as they watched Xiao Ya, who had barely managed to stabilize herself after taking a few steps back. They never expected that Qi Feng had actually refined the Wind Spear to seven echoes.

In this way, the final deciding move fell onto Xia Hengwu.

As this thought flashed across everyone's minds, in an instant, their gazes turned towards Xia Hun Wu, who was on Li Yan's left …

"Brat, it's your turn... With your strength, you should be able to do it, right? " Li Yan slowly said as he looked at Xia Hun Wu.

The current situation was one win one loss, and the final result of this fight was that the Soul Pool would belong to them. As long as Xia Wuwu could obtain victory, then the Soul Pool would belong to them, the Golden Armor Auction House. If he failed, then the Soul Pool would have no fate with them.

When he saw the gazes of the crowd coming at him, Xia Hun Wu shrugged his shoulders. He also felt an extreme desire for the Soul Pond. Therefore, he immediately pursed his lips and looked towards the blue clothed youth as he softly said: "Brat, do your best."

"That fellow's strength should be around the same as Yang Hong. With your status as a Rank seven Spiritual Array Master, it shouldn't be difficult for you to defeat him." Lan Fei'er whispered.

"Maybe...!" From the first moment he saw the blue-robed man, he had a feeling that this man with the aura of a scholar was not as simple as he seemed.

"Xia Hun Wu, if you can beat this kid, I'll agree to your request …" At this moment, Xiao Ya dragged her miserable figure over as she spoke weakly.

"Eldest Miss Xiao has already put in so much effort. It looks like we have no choice but to work hard!" Xia Hun Wu lightly laughed and without further ado, he slowly walked into the arena.

"Grandfather, tell me, can he do it?" As she watched Xia Hun Wu walk away, Xiao Ya's brow slightly furrowed as she asked in a low voice.

"Isn't this person even recommended to me?" Don't worry, this "Spirit Pool" competition is extremely important to our Golden Armor Auction House. If there is anyone else more suitable than him, I would not agree to let him take Yang Hong's place. This boy's strength is far from being as simple as it seems on the surface. " Li Yan smiled faintly, but he was also very worried. Although this boy was stronger than Yang Hong, he could sense with his spiritual force that the blue-clothed youth's strength was not as simple as it seemed. After all, he came from the palace.