Evil Master and Disciple

On the stage, the wind was getting stronger and stronger.

The sword intent contained in the wind forced Ye Feng to mobilize his true energy and set up a protective defense barrier around his body.

In just a moment, Ye Feng saw tiny cracks appearing on the protective barrier he had created with his spiritual power, and these cracks were rapidly widening at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It only lasted for seven or eight breaths before the protective barrier shattered.

Ye Feng was shocked and had to condense his true energy again to create a new protective barrier.

Of course he knew that the wind could not break his protective barrier, it was because of the sword intent contained in the wind.

At this moment, the cheers around the No. 9 ring have been completely drowned out, and tens of thousands of eyes are staring at the fight on the ring.

Ye Feng's good friends all looked worried at this moment.

Even Yun Shuang'er and Shangguan Lan, who were standing in Nangong Yan's cheerleading team, looked worried.

Seeing the protective barrier around Ye Feng constantly shattering, they knew that Nangong Yan was serious this time.

Fu Jinghong, who was not far from the cheerleading team, had long bangs that almost covered half of his face.

Only his right eye was exposed, slightly narrowed, and he looked at Ye Feng with a look of evil amusement as he did not make any movements on the ring, but just focused on concentrating and strengthening the protective barrier around his body.

He said, "When it comes to protective barriers, our Yunhai Sect is no match for the Buddhist sect. I remember sixty years ago on the Lingshan Arena, Senior Brother Fayuan's Vajra Dharmakaya barrier caused countless young masters to break their swords on the arena."

Among the people around Fu Jinghong was the handsome and elegant jade-faced monk that Ye Feng met last time.

It’s Fa Yuan.

The monk Fayuan stood with one hand on his chest and said slowly, "The Taoist Xuanmen and the Buddhist Buddhism have different emphases in their cultivation methods.

The Buddhist philosophy places the greatest emphasis on defense, so the defense is stronger.

However, speaking of the sixty-year-long battle at Lingshan, even with my golden body as my protection, I was ultimately no match for Senior Brother Fu and Fairy Lingyin."

Sixty years ago, in the Lingshan Competition, Fu Jinghong remained undefeated and won first place.

Fa Yuan lost two games and ranked fourth.

The two people who defeated Fa Yuan were Fu Jinghong and the twelfth generation Holy Maiden Lingyin Fairy of the Demon Cult's Goddess Palace.

Now on the Jiuzhou Ranking List, Fu Jinghong ranks first, Fairy Lingyin ranks second, and Fa Yuan ranks seventh.

Fu Jinghong smiled faintly and said, "I was lucky back then. You and I both know that if you hadn't suddenly withdrawn 20% of your true power in that move, the Great Sun Tathagata Palm, at the very end, I might not have won that battle, and you might not have been injured. If you hadn't been injured, Fairy Lingyin would most likely not have been your opponent in the fight for the top three."

Suddenly, Fu Jinghong turned to look at Fa Yuan and said, "Brother Fa Yuan, I heard from the grapevine that Saint Lingyin seemed to have gotten pregnant fifteen years ago. I also heard from the grapevine that Saint Lingyin gave birth to a daughter... Tell me, who is so lucky to be able to practice dual cultivation with Saint Lingyin and get her pregnant..."

Upon hearing this, many elite disciples around turned their gaze away from the arena and looked at Fu Jinghong and Fa Yuan in surprise.

Fayuan was dressed in moon-white monk's robes, with an elegant and calm expression.

Facing Fu Jinghong's direct gaze, his expression did not change at all.

If it were Ye Feng, he would have slapped Fu Jinghong's handsome face with a big slap, and then said, "Why are you looking at me with such obscene eyes? It wasn't me who did it!"

Fa Yuan, who was well versed in Buddhist teachings and extremely accomplished, simply said calmly, "Brother Fu, are you asking this humble monk?"

"Yes."

"I am a monk and do not care about worldly affairs. I do not know about this matter."

Fu Jinghong smiled playfully and said, "You don't know what's good for you. You don't know what's good for you. Let's watch the fight. This Ye Feng kid on the ring has been unlearned and unskilled since childhood. It's really pleasing to see him get beaten up today."

Fa Yuan glanced sideways at Fu Jinghong's profile, and his eyes, as calm as an ancient well, seemed to have a ripple.

Nangong Yan began to attack, but the energy drawn by the immortal sword did not condense into an air sword, but a wind blade.

Countless wind blades whizzed towards Ye Feng on the ring.

The protective barrier that Ye Feng tried hard to maintain was shattered by the wind blade in an instant.

Ye Feng used his body skills to dodge quickly and then began to counterattack.

The first tactic he used was the one he used in the previous battle against Qin Keke.

After dodging a wave of wind blades, the purple-green divine sword flew out of his hand, transformed into a purple-green light, and shot towards Nangong Yan.

At the same time, he drew out the Eight Desolate Immortal Sword with his backhand.

A defensive sword circle quickly moved around the body.

But the effect is not good.

First of all, Nangong Yan’s cultivation is higher than Qin Keke’s, and the Purple Green Sword did not achieve the desired effect.

Nangong Yan drew his sword incredibly fast, and his spiritual sense was firmly locked on Ziqing.

With a casual strike of his sword, he directly knocked the Purple-Green Divine Sword away.

Nangong Yan didn't even look at the Purple Green Sword. As long as the Purple Green Sword came towards her, no matter from which direction, she would just strike it with a random sword.

And when she knocked away and dissolved the Purple-Green Divine Sword again and again, the wind blade she condensed and activated was not disturbed much.

Unlike Qin Keke, when she was entangled by the Purple and Green Divine Sword, she was no longer able to activate the Flame Sword.

From this point of view, there is a big gap between Qin Keke and Nangong Yan.

Secondly, Ye Feng activated the defensive sword circle laid out by the Eight Desolate Immortal Sword, and the pressure was very great when facing countless incoming wind blades.

In just a moment, the defensive sword circle was dissolved by the wind blades flying from all directions.

This is also impossible.

Although the Eight Desolate Sword is an earth-type immortal sword that emphasizes defense, Ye Feng is currently in the sword energy stage, while Nangong Yan has already entered the sword intent stage.

Sword intent is much more powerful than sword energy.

Ye Feng's training in the past few months has been mainly based on the Purple and Green Divine Sword. However, when he first obtained the Eight Desolate Immortal Sword, he practiced for several hours under the cold pool of the waterfall in the back mountain.

He was not familiar with the Eight Desolate Immortal Sword, and had not yet mastered many of the powerful moves of the earth-based magic weapon.

Ye Feng was running left and right on the ring at this moment, being chased by wind blades like a stray dog.

"No! Master Uncle is right. I haven't reached the Guiyuan Realm and haven't comprehended the sword intent. Although the grade of the Eight Desolate Sword is not low, I can't exert its power at all and can't block Senior Sister Nangong's wind blade."

Ye Feng knew very well that if he wanted to win, he could not rely on the Eight Desolate Sword.

After he once again dispelled a wave of wind blades, he shouted, and the Eight Desolate Sword stabbed out diagonally, and a huge orange-yellow Tai Chi diagram appeared above his head.

The wind blade hit the Tai Chi diagram barrier, allowing Ye Feng to catch his breath.

But the wind was everywhere. When the Tai Chi diagram barrier appeared above Ye Feng's head, wind blades soon appeared from all directions and attacked him.

Ye Feng's face changed slightly, and the magic sword suddenly stabbed into the ring under his feet. A dazzling golden light enveloped Ye Feng's body.

At this moment, Ye Feng was enveloped by a golden ball of light. The people below the stage could not see what was inside the ball of light at all and could only see Ye Feng's blurry figure.

The Tai Chi diagram barrier in the sky collapsed immediately, and endless wind blades all hit the golden light ball.

Fortunately, the golden light ball had strong defense, and the wind blade failed to break through Ye Feng's Eight Desolate Defense for a while.

Nangong Yan, who was in mid-air, saw Ye Feng hiding in a giant golden egg.

She said angrily, "You little bastard, are you going to turn into a butterfly? And you're making a big cocoon for yourself!"

"Nangong! Don't push me!"

"You're forcing me! Brat, do you know how long I've been preparing for this day? You've ruined everything! Come out! Watch how I spank you!"

"I said, don't push me! I don't want to hurt you!"

"You've become a coward, yet you're still boasting like that..."

Nangong Yan was so angry that he laughed.

At this moment, everyone could see that the gap between Ye Feng's cultivation level and Nangong Yan's was too great. The rusty sword in the sky could not cause any substantial damage to Nangong Yan, and it did not even delay Nangong Yan's activation of the Wind Blade Sword Intent.

Ye Feng's Eight Desolate Sword couldn't stop Nangong Yan's attack, so he could only desperately mobilize his true essence to pour into the Eight Desolate Sword, creating a golden cocoon for himself and hiding inside it!

As long as the wind blade breaks through the cocoon, Ye Feng will definitely be defeated.

As Nangong Yan continued to activate his sword techniques, endless sword intent formed wind blades and hit the large orange-yellow cocoon on the ring again.

The big cocoon is not a real cocoon, but a defensive sword formation condensed from countless sword energies.

With the continuous attack of the wind blade, the cocoon began to become weaker and weaker.

Ye Feng held the sword in both hands, with beads of sweat on his forehead.

He could clearly feel that he couldn't hold on for much longer.

He also has a trick up his sleeve.

However, he didn't dare to use this trick easily.

First of all, his opponent is Nangong Yan, not his enemy.

Secondly, this trick can only last for a maximum of three minutes.

If he couldn't defeat Nangong Yan within three minutes, he would be in trouble and might even be electrocuted to pieces.

Last time at Luoxia Peak, Yun Shuang'er was the only one who saw his naked butt, which made him want to sleep forever in his ancestral bamboo forest.

There are tens of thousands of people in the square now, and at least more than 10,000 of them are under the No. 9 ring.

There are so many senior elders of the Yunhai Sect and the elders and disciples sent from outside who are paying attention.

If I lost my clothes, wouldn't I be doomed? How would I survive in the Yunhai Sect? How would I survive in the human world?

However, he was unwilling to let Ye Feng admit defeat just like that.

As if sensing its master's unwillingness, the Purple-Green Divine Sword suddenly emitted a crisp sword sound.

Ye Feng is connected to the divine sword by blood, and he feels the high fighting spirit erupting from the Purple Green Divine Sword.

Seeing that the defensive cocoon was about to be broken by the wind blade, Ye Feng gritted his teeth and his eyes changed from hesitation to incomparable determination.

"Since you want to fight, I'll fight you to your heart's content!"

Ye Feng's voice came from the big cocoon.

Everyone thought that Ye Feng was talking to Nangong Yan and laughed at him for being so stubborn even at this time.

Only Ye Feng knew that this sentence was said to the Purple and Green Divine Sword.

Holding the sword with one hand instead of both hands, Ye Feng pressed the three acupoints of his tailbone, tanzhong and zhangmen with his right hand for more than ten times.

The power of the soul went with the flow and began to violently stimulate these three important acupoints in the body.

"what!"

Ye Feng's painful scream suddenly rang out.

Nangong Yan stopped activating the wind blade.

She frowned as she looked at the orange giant egg on the stage below her feet.

The defense that Ye Feng set up with the Eight Desolate Sword was not broken by me. What is this kid yelling about?

Had his cultivation level increased again? Had he mastered the art of striking an opponent from a distance? Could his wind blades harm an opponent even through a barrier?

Because Ye Feng's body was surrounded by the giant egg, no one could see clearly what was happening inside the giant egg.

Just as Nangong Yan was suspicious, the purple-green divine sword flying in the sky shot towards the ring with a whoosh.

The purple-green sword pierced the giant egg.

The orange-yellow giant egg turned into countless tiny orange-yellow rays of light that scattered in all directions.

When the light dispersed, everyone could see clearly what was happening on the ring.

The Xuanhuang Immortal Sword was inserted into the ring, with only half of the sword body and the hilt exposed.

Ye Feng was half-kneeling, holding the hilt of the Xuanhuang sword in his left hand and the Ziqing divine sword in his right hand.

At this moment, there were clearly strange arcs of electricity flowing on Ye Feng's body.

Under the stimulation of electric current, the hair began to stand up and turned into the broom hair of Den-O in King of Fighters 97.