Chapter 93: The Power of the Divine Sword (Three)

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  In an instant, a fire dragon flew swiftly and bit towards Qing Mu Feng, the surroundings suddenly lit up brightly.

  Qing Mu's face changed greatly, the shape-shifting spirit symbol must not be a low-level spirit symbol, he couldn't afford to be careless. His hands quickly formed a seal in front of his chest, and strips of green vines emerged from thin air, twisting and entwining towards the fire dragon.

  The flames' momentum slightly decreased, while Qing Mu's edge was about to launch another attack at any time.

  He looked solemn and opened his mouth to spew out a stream of cyan mist.

  The halo flew out for a distance before suddenly expanding and transforming into a winnowing-fan-shaped magical treasure in an instant.

  That treasure flew in a circle and then under the control of Qing Mu Feng's spiritual consciousness, it instantly arrived at the top of Yi Feng's head, and then fell down from mid-air.

  Yi Feng was shocked, that broom-like treasure's speed was indeed not slow. He saw that dodging was not possible, so he waved his hand and struck out with another fire spirit symbol.

  However, the grade of that broom-like treasure seemed to be quite high, and it suddenly accelerated its descent. The Fire Spirit Seal had not yet burst into flames when it was suppressed by the treasure, and a wave of fiery light instantly spread before Yi Feng's eyes.

  Rumble...

  In the midst of the Blazing Treasure, a burst of flames flashed, and the Fire Spirit Symbol directly exploded, with Yi Feng right in the middle.

  Xing Chenzi, who was watching from a distance, was shocked and his heart skipped a beat. If it wasn't for Lu Changfeng holding him back, he would have jumped onto the arena to stop the match. Under the attack of the intermediate fire spirit symbol, no matter how great his disciple's abilities were, it would be difficult to get a good outcome.

  Even the big shots sitting on the stage stood up. The disciples who can enter the top four are all the oddities of the sect, and if they hang out in the competition, they will not be able to forgive themselves.

  But in Rong Ling's heart, there was also a tightness, not worrying about Yi Feng's safety, but worrying that his own disciple would be punished because of this.

  Ke Yingchengzi suddenly burst into flames, scolding Yinglingzi beside him: "You old thing taught a good apprentice, actually using such heavy hands on a fellow disciple!"

  Yīng Líng Zǐ also wasn't a good-tempered person. Regarding his own disciple's accusations, although he was in the wrong, in front of so many people, as an older brother, being scolded by his younger brother, how could he save face? He coldly snorted: "Your disciple's skills are not refined, do you want to blame your disciple for acting too quickly?"

  Ying Lingzi is also a clever person. He doesn't say that his disciple's move was ruthless, but rather that it was too hasty, which changes the nature of the situation.

  The seniors of the sect on the high platform were arguing about this, while Yi Feng was blown up with a gray head and face. Fortunately, his low-grade spiritual armor had a good defense, and he didn't die directly from the blast, but he was also heavily injured.

  More crucially, in that moment of mental distraction, the sword's power also greatly diminished, and its dispersal speed accelerated. His Crimson Flame Spirit Sword was struck by Qingmu Feng's mid-grade spirit sword, causing it to fall to the ground, its entire body dull and devoid of light.

  "Damn it! How dare you play a trick on me like this!"

  Yi Feng was really angry and without thinking, the Heaven Slashing Sword came out in response to his momentum. It directly pierced a large hole through the duster-like magical treasure on top of Yi Feng's head.

  In the midst of emptiness, a clear and loud sword hum resonated! The sound shocked the four directions!

  Immediately afterwards, Yi Feng also struggled to get up, spitting out fresh blood from his mouth, looking extremely miserable. His long hair was curled and smoked with wisps of black smoke.

  Yi Feng slightly shook his dazed head and then gave the order to Jian Tian Sword to rescue Xuan Wu.

  Zhan Tian Sword received Yi Feng's intention, a light halo circulated on the sword body, and then scattered those green vines, almost effortlessly.

  He didn't dare let Jian Xin continue to stay outside, so Yi Feng took it back into his body. His face was icy cold as he stared at the astonished Qing Mu Feng.