Immortality and Cultivation: This old man seeks enlightenment through mere survival.

Blood-red sword light crisscrossed the arena, spreading thunderous killing intent around it!

Lin Feng didn't dare to be careless either. He bent his arm and pointed, and a cyan-gold flying sword flew out into the air!

"Wind Whisper Sword - Listen to the Wind's Whisper!"

As Lin Feng gave the command, the blade of the Wind Chant Sword spun rapidly, creating several cyan-gold vortexes in mid-air!

One after another, wind-blade-like sword energies condensed from the eye of the wind and shot out, pointing straight at the Blood River!

Puff puff! ! !

Countless muffled thuds were heard as the blood river, formed by Leng Sheng's killing intent and water-based magic, was cleaved inch by inch by the wind blades!

"It's the Wind Chant Sword, a top-grade first-tier magic weapon from our senior brother!"

"so hot!"

That wasn't enough. Lin Feng's fingertips flashed with a blue light, and he guided the Wind Chant Sword to pierce Leng Sheng with a whoosh.

"Wind Whisper Sword - Swift Wind Journey!"

The Wind Whisper Sword vibrated wildly along its path, emitting a buzzing sword sound, and actually conjured countless whirlwind phantoms!

In an instant, a powerful and unparalleled gust of wind and sword blades swept up on the arena. Every gust of wind was like a deadly blade, chilling everyone to the bone!

"What immense magical power!"

Faced with this fierce and overwhelming attack that covered the entire field, Leng Sheng sneered and chose to meet it head-on!

He bent slightly at the waist, lowered his arms, and dragged the blood-red knife to the ground, blade facing up and back of the blade facing down. His aura was like a blood-red wave crashing down, fiercely colliding with the gust of wind!

shhhhhh...

A fierce wind blew across the arena, cutting through Leng Sheng's protective magic shield until it teetered on the brink of collapse.

He remained unfazed, braving the whirlwind of sword blades, and continued his swift advance, dragging his sword along!

The crimson blade scraped against the jade slab, leaving a straight, thin gash!

"Ah, Senior Brother Leng's protective shield is about to shatter! What is he doing? Why hasn't he made a move yet?!"

"Draw your blade quickly?! It's too late!"

"Could it be that Senior Brother Lin is going to win?"

Ahead lay the Wind Chant Sword itself. Seeing Leng Sheng's running figure about to collide with the tip of the Wind Chant Sword, all the disciples couldn't help but close their eyes and look away.

But just as the sword tip was an inch from Leng Sheng's pupils, in a flash!

Leng Sheng stepped forward, twisted his waist, and suddenly raised both arms, slashing the blood-red blade diagonally from the lower left to the upper right!

Clang! !

The Blood Blade struck the Wind Chant Sword with incredible precision, and using the momentum of the dragging blade, this astonishing blow sent the Wind Chant Sword flying!

"Excellent eye! Excellent courage!"

Elder Jin on the high platform couldn't help but slap the armrest hard and shout his approval.

Elder Wei stroked his beautiful beard and nodded with a smile.

"Not bad, not bad at all. This Leng Sheng truly deserves to be called a promising cultivator of the Path of Slaughter. Calm, composed, and deadly with a single blow!"

"Unfortunately..." Elder Wei changed the subject, but did not continue.

The other elders were also unusually moved and couldn't help but cheer for the strike.

Unlike the disciples below the stage who were still somewhat bewildered, they, as Foundation Establishment cultivators, naturally saw things more deeply and in greater depth.

From the moment Lin Feng and Leng Sheng stepped onto the stage to their exchange, it was only a matter of two short moves.

In just two moves, Leng Sheng realized that Lin Feng's magical power was far superior to his own.

Moreover, Lin Feng also has the top-grade Wind Chant Sword to assist him. Once he follows the rhythm of Lin Feng's attacks, Leng Sheng will definitely be caught in a tough battle...

However, Leng Sheng, with his extremely calm thinking, sharp eyesight, and decisive courage, made a tactical adjustment in an instant.

He chose to withstand the wind blades head-on and get close to the Wind Whisper Sword, using an extremely refined strike to cut the weak point of Lin Feng's attack!

Instantaneous shifts in offense and defense!

All I saw was the arena.

Lin Feng grunted and stumbled back a few steps.

Leng Sheng's stunningly powerful dragging blade strike momentarily severed the connection between him and Feng Yin Sword.

He quickly formed hand seals and circulated his core cultivation technique to suppress the turbulent blood and magical power within his body.

However, the Wind Chant Sword could not be activated for a short period of time.

Leng Sheng, who created this excellent opportunity, naturally wouldn't miss it.

He wielded knives in both hands and quickly approached Lin Feng, his chilling killing intent hidden in every flash of blood-red blade light, enveloping Lin Feng!

Since Leng Sheng is the second senior disciple of the inner sect of Lingyao Valley, he must have been defeated by the senior disciple Lin Feng before, which is why he was ranked.

He knew that Lin Feng was good at two things: one was wind-based movement techniques to distract and pull, and the other was a continuous long-range attack in conjunction with the Wind Chant Sword.

Therefore, we absolutely cannot give Lin Feng the opportunity to create distance.

Sword thrust! Left step into the cave! Single sword sweep! Turning waist slash! Slashing diagonal with the sword! Pushing forward with a bayonet...

Leng Sheng's sword strikes were continuous and relentless, his shoulders like rolling beads and his hips like grinding stones.

Each strike was more powerful than the last, one move after another, relentlessly pressing against Lin Feng and giving him no room to breathe.

From the spectator's seat, Lu Zaian's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but cheer in his heart!

That's it! !

This continuous flow is like a surging wave, with each tide surpassing the last in its power.

The sword technique, based on water-based martial arts, incorporates the path of bloodshed, making it incredibly domineering!

It can remain still and unperturbed, hidden deep within; yet when it moves, it can unleash a raging torrent, sweeping across thousands of miles!

Lu Zaian's face flushed slightly, feeling his blood and magic power being stirred by passion, causing them to circulate faster.

"The Source of Azure Waves" is about to break through while watching the battle!

After observing the battle for three days, Lu Zaian gained a lot of insights. With the help of Shi Junfei's method of compression and condensation, and now with the inspiration from Leng Sheng's continuous blood river sword technique, he immediately kicked the final step hard!

The breakthrough in the technique didn't cause much of a stir, and everyone focused on the battle on the arena.

Even Fatty Han, who was standing next to him, didn't notice Lu Zaian's unusual behavior.

Awesome! This battle was totally worth watching!

Lu Zaian slowly controlled the surging magical power within his body, calming his excited emotions.

Even watching the battle on the field gave me a slightly different feeling.

Leng Sheng not only sold him the blood of the crane demon, but also inspired him to break through the "Notes on the Source of the Azure Waves". Lu Zaian's goodwill towards him increased by at least a few points.

Deep down, I actually hoped that Leng Sheng could win this match.

"How did things suddenly turn around like this? Senior Brother Lin, hang in there!"

"Wow! As expected of Senior Brother Leng, I thought we were going to lose!"

"Wow! This is so intense! I can't predict who will win at all. This is what makes a battle so interesting!"

The disciples screamed excitedly, cheering for Lin Feng and Leng Sheng.

Faced with the overwhelming light of the blades, Lin Feng's figure seemed to transform into a willow catkin in the gentle breeze, swaying with the wind. As he dodged left and right, he seemed to gradually become exhausted.

Swish!

A flash of light slashed past, and Lin Feng dodged the attack, but the sleeve of his blue robe was torn!

Swish!

Another cut, and a thin line of blood appeared on his right shoulder!

"Ouch, that hurts, I'm injured..."

Lin Feng muttered to himself, but suddenly stopped his wind-based movement technique.

Seeing the crimson blade about to strike his head, he calmly ran his long, slender fingers through his disheveled hair, casually combing it back with an air of ease.

"Have you had enough fun, Junior Brother Leng? I never fight a battle unprepared."

As Lin Feng's gentle and confident voice fell, a powerful and perfect aura suddenly rose from his body!

With just this aura, he actually deflected Leng Sheng's blade light!

Caught off guard, Leng Sheng performed a somersault and landed on one knee, using his knife to support himself as he stared intently at Lin Feng.

"Ninth level of Qi Refining...perfected?"