On the ring, everyone was watching.

The previous fierce battles were shocking, but at this moment, with the silence of the two on the ring, the dense crowd also became quiet, and the entire venue was silent.

Feng Yan held the long sword of Shu Yu, slowly stretched out his tongue, licked his dry lips, and looked at his opponent, and a hint of excitement could be seen in his eyes. The unhealthy golden light kept wrapping around Feng Yan, making him look like a golden demon.

"It's really amazing. I can easily win against the eighth-level peak of the sky without using the rotating gold body. But even if I use the rotating gold body, I'm still a little worse than him in terms of strength. Fortunately, my "Wild Sword" is weird enough, so I barely gained some advantage." Feng Yan recalled the battle just now, and couldn't help but be intimidated.

"The eighth level heaven is so far from the ninth level heaven?"

If he doesn't fight with the powerful people of the Nine Heavens in person, he really doesn't understand the power of the Nine Heavens.

In the body refining stage, the eighth level to the ninth level is a huge threshold, and once it breaks through, it represents a leap of strength.

Originally, with his foundation and physique, he could have completely made up for a great realm in the past. For example, when he was at the peak of the fourth level, the power he burst out with his physique foundation alone was at the peak of the fifth level, which completely made up for a great realm gap.

But the gap between the eighth level and the ninth level is too big. Even with his foundation and the use of the rotating golden body, the power burst out is still slightly worse than that of Song Ming.

"The gap between the eighth level and the ninth level is so big. I wonder how big the gap between the nineth level and the empty realm is?" Feng Yan thought to himself. "And, Song Ming should not have performed his full strength yet."

Feng Yan was excited about the opponent's strength also made him extremely solemn.

"Song Ming, take out all your strength, otherwise you will not be able to avenge the murder of your son as you wish." Feng Yan's hearty laughter rang.

"As you wish!" A cold voice with endless murderous intent came from Song Ming's mouth, and it was mixed with a refreshing cold chill that spread. On the edge of the ring, Song Ming roared like a beast, and the aura on his body surged again in an instant.

Rumble~~~

The huge aura formed an unrivaled strong pressure, sweeping across the sky with a overwhelming force, which made everyone unable to help but be shocked.

"The breath is very strong. Song Ming has just broken through the Ninth Heaven for a while. How could the breath be so strong?" Feng Zhenxin frowned slightly, and at the same time, he was even more worried about Yan Feng.

He is also a powerful man in the Ninth Heaven, and he is very clear about the power of the Ninth Heaven.

"Boy, you are good enough to force me to use all my strength, but since you kill my son, you must be buried with him!" The sound of a wild beast roaring again, and in vain, blood-colored light surged on the ring, like a roar of a knife, covering the entire world under a blood-colored light.

"Blood Sword, open the sky!"

A blood-cold sword light suddenly burst out, crossing the sky, forming a dazzling blood-colored sword light in the void. An unmatched fierce aura in the sword light accompanied by a huge murderous intent, burst out in an instant.

call out!

Energy continued to overflow from the blood-colored sword light, directly passing through the space, leaving blood-colored phantoms in the air.

Feng Yan's face was solemn, staring at the unrivalled blood-colored sword light ahead. Even he felt his breathing suffocating.

The crowd below and everyone in the stands were also attracted by this dazzling knife. Feng Zhenxin's face was solemn, and he was ready to take action to save Yan Feng at any time.

Because of the blood-colored sword light, he actually felt a great sense of crisis.

"Boy, die for me!" A cruel low shout sounded, and the blood-colored sword light suddenly flashed like a covert, and in an instant, blood-colored phantoms passed through the air and came to Feng Yan. The sharp aura that seemed to tear everything out of the blood-colored sword light came out of the blood-colored sword light.

"It's a good thing." Feng Yan smiled coldly, but instead of retreating, he advanced.

"A desolate style!"

The dazzling sword light flashed instantly, and the center of the ring was immediately covered by the sword light, making people unable to see everything that was happening inside.

"Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!"

The sound of three consecutive weapons hitting weapons sounded, and everyone saw a golden figure roaring straight out of the sword light in the center of the ring, flying dozens of feet away like a cannonball, then fell to the ground.

The golden figure fell to the ground and suddenly shattered with a bang.

puff!

A large stream of blood spurted out under the mask, obviously suffering a lot of damage.

"It's the rock front!"

"Yanfeng vomited blood?"

"Is Yanfeng defeated?"

Seeing this golden figure vomiting blood, there was an uproar below.

At this time, the sword light in the center of the ring gradually dissipated, revealing the standing figure inside, holding the long blood-colored sword in his hand, which was Song Ming.

"Haha, boy, your strength is good." A roaring sound like a lion sounded: "My blood sword opens the sky, is a top martial art, and it is important to power! When you use it, one sword is stronger than the other. You can actually catch the two swords in front of me. You were defeated by me in the third sword. I have some skills. Unfortunately, the game has ended here."
Chapter completed!