Demon Dragon Mad God-Chapter 255: Brutal Murder

The competition continued.

Each group gradually encountered strong clashes.

In the first group, Duan Bingye, ranked second, defeated Lu Shaoyun, ranked sixth, in just five moves.

In the third group, Yi Xiaoguang, ranked seventh, fought against Li Jiantong, ranked fourth, for a dozen or so moves before voluntarily admitting defeat.

Both were members of the Dynasty and had a good relationship in private, each was also well aware of the other’s strength; taking the stage was merely an exchange of moves, without exerting full effort.

Li Jiantong’s swordsmanship was exceptionally brilliant and his attacks were incredibly fierce, which made Lin Feng a bit surprised.

It is said that this man is the number one Swordsman.

In the fifth group, Ling Muchen, ranked third, also faced Gu Zhan, ranked tenth.

Ling Muchen’s movement technique was extremely powerful, his body moving like flowing smoke in all directions.

Gu Zhan could not even lock onto Ling Muchen’s figure and was knocked off the Battle Platform.

In Lin Feng’s second group.

He Yangjun and Fei Kuang had not yet encountered each other.

However, Lin Feng estimated that He Yangjun was definitely not a match for Fei Kuang.

Fei Kuang, this man, had an extremely strong physical body, a strength like a wild beast, and he was also a Great Martial Master at the Peak of the Sixth Layer in Cultivation.

This man’s physical strength raised a trace of fighting spirit in Lin Feng’s heart, a desire to compare his physique with the other’s.

So far, Lin Feng had won eleven consecutive matches and accumulated eleven points.

As long as he could win more than seven more matches, he could rank among the top two in his group and enter the top ten rankings of the Outer Sect, participating in the ranking battle.

As the tenth round of the fight gradually ended, the last person up in the air was actually He Yangjun.

"Ha ha ha!!"

He Yangjun suddenly burst out in a hearty laugh.

Swoosh!

He Yangjun leaped onto the Battle Platform and then abruptly turned his head to look at Lin Feng, shooting a piercing look from his eyes.

"Lin Feng, come on up!"

He Yangjun let out a cold shout and chose Lin Feng without hesitation.

Of course, Lin Feng would not back down; he sneered and stepped onto the Battle Platform in one stride.

"Lin Feng, it’s still a life-and-death fight between us, do you dare?"

He Yangjun’s eyes were full of icy coldness as he harshly asked.

"If you want to die, I won’t refuse!"

Lin Feng said indifferently.

"Ha ha!"

He Yangjun laughed again and turned his head to loudly say to the Great Elder, "Great Elder, you heard it too. It’s still a life-and-death fight for us!"

The Great Elder’s face had already sunk.

The final battle platform was quickly turning into a duel ground between the Dynasty and Lin Feng!

The Great Elder’s eyebrows were tightly furrowed, about to intervene, when he suddenly stopped.

He saw the Iron Spear Divine Marquis beside him stretch out his hand to stop him.

"Great Elder, let them make a scene!"

The Iron Spear Divine Marquis said indifferently.

"But..."

The Great Elder was about to retort when the Iron Spear Divine Marquis said again, "If anything happens, I will handle it!"

Hearing the Iron Spear Divine Marquis’s words, the Great Elder pondered for a moment and nodded.

With the Iron Spear Divine Marquis’s words, he wouldn’t interfere anymore.

The entire Divine Wind Camp was under the Iron Spear Divine Marquis; naturally, he had the final say.

"You two do as you please!"

The Great Elder waved his hand to He Yangjun.

"He he!"

He Yangjun sneered upon hearing this, and then a fiery red long saber appeared in his hand.

"Lin Feng, I know you are a swordsman. Draw your sword!"

He Yangjun said arrogantly as he glanced at Lin Feng sideways, "Otherwise, you won’t have the chance to draw your sword!"

He Yangjun wanted to kill Lin Feng when he was at his strongest. That would be more interesting.

"Really? You really want me to draw my sword?"

A mocking smile appeared on the corner of Lin Feng’s mouth.

"Arrogant!"

He Yangjun saw Lin Feng’s disdain and instantly bellowed, "Do you still intend to hide your clumsiness in battle with me?"

"Fine! Since you want me to draw my sword, then I shall satisfy your wish!"

Lin Feng uttered with a cold smile.

The next moment, the Black Mysterious Sword, weighing ten thousand and eight hundred catties, appeared in Lin Feng’s hand.

"Let the battle begin, He Yangjun!"

Lin Feng coldly shouted.

"Lin Feng, you killed the disciples of my Dynasty; now bear my fury!"

He Yangjun roared, with fiery red True Qi surging violently around his body, turning are surroundings scorching hot.

The long saber in his hand erupted with intense heat and dazzling Sword Light, exuding an imposing aura.

The Cultivation and Martial Skills practiced by He Yangjun were all of the Fire Attribute; they were extremely tyrannical and could incinerate everything.

A faint Sword Light also burst forth from the Black Mysterious Sword in Lin Feng’s hands.

Longsword, pointing directly at He Yangjun.

The grand battle between the two was on the verge of erupting.

The battles on the nearby Battle Platforms had stopped once again.

All eyes were fixed on the second group’s Battle Platform, watching intently the two stalwart figures standing on top of it.

It was not surprising to everyone that He Yangjun challenged Lin Feng.

Considering the situation at hand, it was a fight to the death between the Dynasty and Lin Feng.

But He Yangjun was ranked ninth among the masters.

Could Lin Feng possibly win?

Was Lin Feng overreaching, or did he have absolute confidence?

On the Battle Platform.

Swoosh!

He Yangjun’s movement technique was also extremely fast. His figure flashed explosively, slashing with a saber in a sweeping motion.

"Blast Flame Saber Technique!"

A fiery red wave of Sword Energy, enveloping a surging heatwave, shot out explosively.

The Sword Energy split the void tens of meters before it, bright and eye-catching. The space was cut open effortlessly as the blade passed, and in an instant, the dazzling Sword Light reached Lin Feng’s front.

He Yangjun’s speed was incredibly fast, his figure arriving in a flash, with one slash that was unparalleled in might.

Such a powerful stroke was much stronger than those from the previous Dynasty disciples.

Indeed, befitting of one of the top ten disciples.

Although He Yangjun was fast, in Lin Feng’s eyes, he wasn’t exceptionally quick.

In Lin Feng’s hands, the Black Mysterious Sword suddenly glowed with intense black radiance, True Qi spread along the blade, and the Sword Light surged several meters.

Lin Feng did not dodge; he gripped the Black Mysterious Sword and met He Yangjun’s ferocious slash head-on.

All the disciples spectating were taken aback.

Facing such a formidable strike from He Yangjun, Lin Feng actually did not use the advantage of his movement technique to dodge but chose to clash directly?

Clang!

A sonorous explosion sounded as the Black Mysterious Sword collided heavily with He Yangjun’s long saber.

The violent True Qi clashed intensely, creating a violent airstream that twisted the surrounding void visibly, with countless ripples scattering in all directions.

The scattered Sword Light and Sword Energy even left numerous deep marks on the Battle Platform beneath them.

After one exchange, a figure suddenly retreated in a flash.

"What?"

The audience fixed their gaze, and the person retreating turned out to be He Yangjun.

Everyone was astonished; Lin Feng’s strength was so formidable! With a single strike, he had repelled He Yangjun!

"How is this possible?"

He Yangjun’s face turned exceedingly ugly, his eyes revealing shock.

At this moment, his arms were numbed from the shock, the long saber trembling in his hand, nearly slipping from his grasp.

The power of Lin Feng was simply overwhelming and tyrannical.

"Your biggest mistake was letting me draw my sword!"

Lin Feng uttered coldly, looking at He Yangjun. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

Immediately, Lin Feng stomped his foot, his body burst upwards, leaping nearly several tens of meters. The Black Mysterious Sword in his hand shone brilliantly, with black light swirling.

"Die!"

Lin Feng, while in the air, followed with a downward slash, sending forth a horrifying Sword Light that shot out a hundred meters. The air in front was instantly displaced.