Peach Fortune Ring

Song Yan flew onto the ring without hesitation, and then saw Qin Feng also followed.

Immediately, Song Yan smiled and decided to teach this guy well.

[Author's digression]: It's three o'clock

Chapter 594 Killing the Inner Sect Disciple

"Senior Brother Qin, how many tricks do you want me to use to defeat you?" Song Yan stared at Qin Feng with a playful look on his face.

Hearing this, Qin Feng's face darkened, and he said with a sneer: "The villain gets his wish."

"To each other! To each other." Song Yan's tone was strange, as if pointing something.

Immediately, Qin Feng's face became darker, and he pulled out the long sword in his hand suddenly: "Huang Liang, let's do it, don't be fooling around there!"

"Okay, as you wish!"

Song Yan stepped out, raised his palm and slapped it flying, the fiery red palm strength and the scorching temperature formed an overwhelming momentum and rushed towards Qin Feng.

But at this moment, Qin Feng suddenly showed a strange smile.

"Shadow Wind Eighteen Slashes."

The long sword in Qin Feng's hand danced, and a powerful aura shot out from the sword in his hand along with the blue light.

"It's a spirit weapon!"

Sensing this aura, the deacon narrowed his eyes slightly. As for the outer disciples below, they all showed horror. They didn't expect that the long sword in Qin Feng's hand was actually a spiritual weapon.

Spiritual weapons are existences beyond ordinary weapons. There are nine grades of spiritual weapons. Even first-grade spiritual weapons are extremely expensive. At the same time, spiritual weapons have a great impact on the strength of warriors.

Take Qin Feng as an example, the long sword in his hand should be a first-grade spiritual weapon, but with this spiritual weapon sword, his attack power can at least reach the seventh level of Qi refining.

"Puff puff!"

As Qin Feng danced, a large amount of cyan sword energy gushed out from the long sword in his hand, densely packed, overwhelming, as if to tear the world apart.

Especially Song Yan, who was close at hand, was wrapped in sword energy in an instant, drowning and disappearing.

"go to hell!"

Qin Feng looked at Song Yan who was engulfed by his own sword energy, and a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He has been enduring his hatred for Song Yan, and today he finally has a chance to avenge his shame.

suddenly……

A little flame rose from the inside of the sword qi. At first, it was just a flame, then it became the size of a fist, and then it became the size of a football... Finally, it turned into a sea of ​​flames...

This process was extremely fast, and within a breath, Qin Feng's sword energy was swallowed up by the sea of ​​flames that evolved from the flames.

At the same time, a phantom-like figure suddenly appeared in front of Qin Feng and kicked it out.

"boom!"

Qin Feng flew at the sound and fell out of the ring.

"How did I lose?"

Qin Feng, who was often seen holding a spiritual weapon, stood under the ring with a look of unwillingness.

For this loser, not many people paid attention to him. Most of the outer disciples in the audience stared at Song Yan, the winner on the stage, in admiration.

Even many bold female disciples yelled out words such as "Senior Brother Huang, I adore you so much, you are so powerful, you are so mighty".

Song Yan walked off the ring with a smile, and immediately a large group of outer disciples rushed up.

"Senior Brother Huang, what you just performed was the Nine Styles of Mysterious Fire, a martial art handed down from your family?"

"Yeah, the martial skill you just displayed is too strong!"

While all the disciples were complimenting Song Yan, the competition was still going on.

Half an hour later, the PK match was over, and only fifteen of the thirty disciples remained.

The deacon stood still on the ring, and said loudly: "The rules of this round of competition are round-to-wheel battles. The one who defeats the other 14 people will be the final winner today. Number [-], you will be the champion!"

"Yes!"

Song Yan jumped onto the ring.

The challenge begins.

The first one to come on stage was the girl with two swords.

"Senior Brother Huang, please be merciful!" The girl with two swords said to Song Yan with a sweet smile.

"Okay." Song Yan nodded.

"Senior Brother Huang, then I won't be polite, let's see!"

As soon as the words fell, the girl with two swords launched an attack. Her two swords were like two flexible little snakes. With her flexible figure, this set of one-star martial arts spirit snake swordsmanship has allowed her to display it to the extreme.

Song Yan wrestled with her dozens of moves, and sent her off the ring with a skillful force.

"Number [-] wins, continue!" the deacon announced coldly.

The No.2 challenger is a strong man with double hammers.

This person is born with supernatural power, but the hammer of hundreds of catties is like nothing in his hand.

However, Song Yan only used three moves to knock him down from the ring.

The No.3 challenger is a thin young man.

"I surrender!"

No.4 challenger: "I admit defeat!"

From the beginning of the No.3 challenge to the end, the No.14 challengers all surrendered. The main reason was that Song Yan's strength was too brutal, and they had no hope of victory at all.

"I declare that No. [-] Huang Liang won today's victory and is eligible to participate in tomorrow's competition!"

The competition in Ring Nine is over.

But the competitions in other arenas continued, and Song Yan came to the arena where Lin Yue participated.

During this month, Song Yan did not give pointers to Lin Yue and others' martial arts. Therefore, they have made great progress. In addition, they are not short of money. After buying dozens of second-grade Xuandans, The cultivation base has basically stepped into the fifth level of Qi refining.