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The remnant image and the afterimage were different. The afterimage was an image left behind in the air after the low-level cultivator moved at high speed. The image looked as clear as a person's shadow, but as soon as his divine sense touched it, he could tell that there was no life in the image, so he was sure that it wasn't a cultivator. However, the remnant image was different. Not only did it not leave behind a complete image, it could even sense the existence of a sliver of life force. If one's cultivation was not high and Strength of Spiritual Sense was not strong, it would be impossible to distinguish it in a short period of time.

As a result, when Han Yan's figure disappeared and the remnant image was left in the air, other than Mo Sha and the other experts, no one else noticed. Han Yan's original body had already left, even Leng Feng did not notice. When everyone saw the killing intent pass through Han Yan's figure, they realised that Han Yan had left while being locked onto by Leng Feng's divine sense. One by one, they widened their eyes, their eyes filled with disbelief.

There were two reasons why everyone was shocked. One, what kind of spell did Han Yan train in that was able to leave his remnant image in the air, and two, how did he manage to escape from Leng Feng's mind.

Not only were the people doubtful, but Leng Feng was also extremely shocked. He really could not understand how Han Yan could leave right under his nose.

Before the cold wind could think about anything else, it suddenly felt a gust of wind from behind it, bringing with it a sense of impending doom. Leng Feng did not dare to think too much. He took a step forward and appeared ten zhang away. He then turned around and looked behind him. This time, he opened his eyes wide, because Han Yan had just appeared behind him.

At such a close distance, if Han Yan were to launch a sneak attack, the result would be unimaginable.

At this point, the cold wind felt his body shudder, and his back was drenched.

It was undeniable that Leng Feng's reaction was fast, but he was still much slower than Han Yan.

Han Yan appeared behind Leng Feng and raised his right hand. Black light flashed between his fingers and the Soul-Destructing Finger flew straight out.

The moment the Soul-Destructing Finger flew out, Han Yan opened his mouth and spat out a strand of spiritual will. The two types of energy merged together, forming a strand of Sky-Destructing Finger, and rushed towards the cold wind. The power of this finger art was extremely strong, and it could absorb a cultivator's soul, its destructive power could be imagined. If it landed on Leng Feng's body, although it would not be able to kill Leng Feng immediately, but it could still heavily injure him.

Leng Feng's face became unsightly. When he felt the incoming streak of light, he did not have any time to think. He let out a low growl and under his control, a large amount of killing intent quickly gathered, forming a shield in front of him. This shield's defensive power was extremely strong, and he had originally thought that this defensive spell would be able to block Han Yan's divine ability.

With a flash of the Sky-Destructing Finger, he landed on the shield. With a dull thud, the shield shattered, transforming into a thick killing intent that scattered into the air. Then looking at the Sky-Destructing Finger, the energy it contained had weakened a little, but its power was still there. After destroying the shield, it continued to fly towards the cold wind without slowing down.

At this moment, the threat of death became even clearer. Leng Feng's expression changed drastically as he cried out, "What are you trying to do …"

Han Yan's face was solemn, there was not even a hint of emotion in his eyes, and the gaze he used to look at Leng Feng was as though he was looking at a dead man. It was undeniable that Han Yan had the absolute strength to kill Leng Feng, but he did not do that. The moment the Sky-Destructing Finger arrived in front of Leng Feng's chest, it stopped there. Han Yan's eyes flashed, and said indifferently: "You lost …"

Indeed, Leng Feng had already lost, and people with discerning eyes had already seen that if Han Yan did not stop his technique, even if Leng Feng did not die, his fleshly body would still be crippled.

Many of the spectators thought that Han Yan had the ability to defeat Leng Feng, but did not expect him to do so so easily and so quickly.

In an instant, many cultivators began to discuss in low voices, and their voices could be heard clearly within a radius of five kilometers.

"Heavens, have you all seen how the cold wind was beaten so badly by Han Yan that it had no way to fight back?"

"If I did not see it with my own eyes, it would be truly impossible to discover that Late Infant-changing Stage is actually not a match for mid infant-changing stage. It's a little laughable."

"Although battling is a matter of cultivation base, if the two are roughly the same in terms of cultivation base, then divine abilities will be the deciding factor in winning, and magical items will be the second." If one trained in an extremely powerful divine ability and possessed a terrifyingly powerful magic treasure, one would be able to easily defeat their foe. As you saw earlier, the fact that Han Yan was able to leave while under the watch of the cold wind and also disappear after being locked on by the cold wind divine intent shows a problem. "

"What problem?"

"Han Yan's Strength of Spiritual Sense is definitely above that of the cold wind, and is even much higher than his."

"That's right, I think so too, but there is still a difference in cultivation between the two, no matter how strong Han Yan's Strength of Spiritual Sense is, how can he surpass Leng Feng! It's really hard to understand. "

"This is simple, although Strength of Spiritual Sense is difficult to raise, if one cultivates a technique to increase one's consciousness, or consumes a heavenly material or treasure, one's Strength of Spiritual Sense can still increase by leaps and bounds."

"For Han Yan to be able to become Xiao Yao Zi's direct disciple, it seems like it's really not simple …"

When everyone's voices reached the stage and Han Yan and Leng Feng's ears, their expressions were completely different.

Han Yan remained calm with deep emotions, there was not a single emotion on his face, as though everyone's conversation had nothing to do with him.

However, the cold wind was different. His face was unspeakably ugly, one blue and one purple, and his eyes were filled with boundless flames. Right now, his emotions were like a volcano that was about to erupt, and the flames within his body could erupt at any moment. Leng Feng gritted his teeth, glared at Han Yan, and spoke word by word: "Fine, fine, I've really underestimated you. I never expected you to be this powerful."

When he said this, Leng Feng smiled sinisterly. Promptly, he changed the subject: "However, it is impossible for me to admit defeat …" As he said that, his body once again released a huge killing intent. He formed a seal with his hands, seemingly wanting to use a spell to destroy the Sky-Destructing Finger floating in front of him.

Han Yan would never give him the chance to fight, he did not want to continue either, so he coldly snorted: "Don't resist anymore, if you attack again, I do not mind ending the battle right now."

Leng Feng acted as if he did not hear his words and continued to form hand seals, streams of sword Qis appearing before him. These sword Qis were all about the size of a thumb, and in a moment, there were more than a hundred of them. Not only that, the sword Qis were constantly increasing at an alarming rate. These sword energies floated in front of him. With just a thought, he would launch an attack at Han Yan.0

In the blink of an eye, a thousand sword Qis had formed.

These Sword Qi formed into a huge wave of energy, with his Spiritual Sense, it was as powerful as the Sky-Destructing Finger.

However, everyone understood that Han Yan had purposely let Leng Feng do this, if Han Yan were to make a move before Leng Feng could use his technique, Leng Feng would definitely not have the chance to unleash his sword Qi.

Everyone could not understand, why did Han Yan not injure Leng Feng severely and even give him the chance to use his Sword Qi?

Leng Feng did not know what Han Yan was thinking in his heart, nor did he know why Han Yan had let him win. He only had one thought in his mind, and that was to kill Han Yan at all costs. When the thousand streams of sword qi were formed, Leng Feng smiled sinisterly and said, "Thank you for the opportunity to display the sword qi just now. However, the arena is the arena. If you let me, I will still kill you." The hand sign changed abruptly and a stream of light flashed in the air. A thousand sword Qis gathered together in an instant, forming a three-inch stream of sword Qis.

If one looked closely, they could see that around the sword aura, the thumb-sized shadows of devils were flickering.

The killing intent in Leng Feng's eyes surged as he shouted, "Magic Killing Sword Qi – Thousand Layered Waves."

Under the control of the cold wind, the Mosha Sword Qi flew straight towards the Sky-Destructing Finger with an astonishing speed, and then collided together.

The moment the two spells collided, they both dissipated and a huge shockwave collided with a loud sound.

The Sky-Destructing Finger formed a defensive force that blocked the incoming shockwave, preventing Han Yan from being affected. The Devilish Sword Qi became shock waves, one after another, like a thousand waves hitting the beach. The reason why this spell was named this way was because the spell itself did not have a lot of power. Its true power was due to the shock wave that it turned into when it dissipated.

Needless to say, the power of these shockwaves was indeed unimaginably strong. If Han Yan had used his Sky-Destructing Finger and did not use the defense type of energy to block in front of him, in the instant of collision, the energy generated by the Mosha Sword Qi would have engulfed him. At that time, the Thousand Layered Waves would become even more powerful. If it fell on Han Yan's body, he would indeed be heavily injured, and even have the possibility of killing him.

Sensing the energy formed by the Sky-Destructing Finger, Han Yan could no longer withstand the attack of the shock wave. His eyes flashed and he bellowed, "spatial solidification!" An enormous energy was released from his body and instantly enveloped the entire arena. The space immediately froze and the thousand ripples stopped.

A hint of disdain flashed through Leng Feng's eyes as he ridiculed, "Such a spell is useful for cultivators below the Spirit Severing stage. You want to restrict my movements? How laughable. Disperse for me." His voice seemed to be an order, causing the spatial solidification to lose its effect. Leng Feng made another hand seal with his hand and shouted, "Thousand Layered Waves, kill him …"

The invisible shock wave, like a wave, rushed towards Han Yan with a whizzing sound, as though it was going to kill him in one strike.

Han Yan's eyes flashed, he suddenly thought of something, he formed a seal and muttered: "Impossible, Wu Tian, Wu Xiang, Wu Ji." He had learned these four spells, but he did not know how to fuse them. Just now, Han Yan suddenly remembered that when the Ancestor Wuji used this art, the energy fluctuations in the air seemed to have found the trick, which was why he decided to try it out.

The Four Great Sacred Techniques were continuously unleashed by Han Yan, and an enormous energy condensed around the surroundings of his body. His brows twitched, and relied on the insights he had just now, to quickly fuse together. This was originally an attempt, but he hadn't expected that it would actually succeed. As soon as the four abilities were fused together, the surrounding space turned into a world of darkness.

In this dark world, Han Yan was the only ruler. He could arrive here as soon as he appeared. When he saw the cold wind in the middle of the world of darkness, he was especially alarmed. Han Yan suddenly realized that he had comprehended the four great abilities, and there were no problems at all when he used them.

When Han Yan and Leng Feng arrived in this dark world, the people in the outside world saw things differently.

Everyone only saw a huge wave of energy being released from Han Yan's body, instantly enveloping the entire stage. In the next moment, the two of them suddenly vanished, as if they'd vanished into thin air. Below the stage, the people who were watching with interest once again opened their mouths wide and started discussing in low voices.

"What's going on? Why did the two of them suddenly disappear?"

"Could it be that Han Yan used some Immortal Art and took Martial Uncle Leng Feng away?"

"They didn't leave. Everyone, feel around the arena and you will understand. There were still energy fluctuations in the arena. If they had left, these energy fluctuations would have slowly weakened and wouldn't have been as stable as they were now. If I guess correctly, this sacred art is extremely powerful, and once used, they will disappear. We won't be able to see them, but they will be able to see us. "

"If that's really the case, then what kind of spell could be so abnormal?"

"Don't look at me. If you want to know, you should ask the three Master Ancestor s after the arena battle!"

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