94: C94 True Spirit Killing Formation

C94 True Spirit Killing Formation

After severely injuring three or four disciples in a row, there was no one around Yang Ningshuang anymore.

After all, there were four spots in this round. Zhou Yipin and Yang Ningshuang occupied two spots, and there were still two spots left. They did not want to risk their lives to fight Yang Ningshuang.

At the same time, the same scene appeared on the ninth platform.

Meng Liangjun also did not make a move after he went up. There was another person standing beside him. It was Pan Junkai who had brought Ouyang Qianru through the first round.

However, Yun Fan's attention wasn't on the two of them, but Ling Xinyue.

This woman had always been very mysterious. To be able to step onto the hundred steps of the mountain gate was definitely not simple.

What made Yun Fan surprised was that Ling Xinyue also used a strange weapon.

This weapon was even stranger than Yang Ningshuang's Cold Moon Life Ring. It looked like a whip, and it bent freely. But sometimes it looked like a sword, with sharp blades on both sides.

Under Ling Xinyue's waving, it shone with a golden light, dazzling people's eyes.

Sometimes it was like a sword, sometimes it was like a whip, sometimes it was like a ring. The moves were brilliant and varied, and it was impossible to guard against them.

"Could this be the legendary Golden Phoenix Plume?"

"That's impossible, right? The Golden Phoenix Plume is one of the three greatest treasures of the Heaven Martial Country's royal family. If it really is the Golden Phoenix Plume, then isn't she a member of the Heaven Martial Country's royal family?"

"The Heaven Martial Country has the Tianwu Academy, and all the disciples of the royal family enter the academy to cultivate. I've never heard of any disciples of the royal family entering the sect."

"If it's really the Golden Phoenix Plume, then her identity isn't simple. The three national treasures aren't something that any royal family's disciple can obtain."

The voices of Internal Sect disciples could be heard from the surroundings. Yun Fan did not care about Ling Xinyue's identity, but was more surprised by her strength.

With the Sixth Level of Congenital Stage and the unpredictable weapons in his hands, many of the disciples gradually distanced themselves from her.

"This girl is not bad. Looks like another monstrous genius has emerged from the Internal Sect!" Su Mingliang smiled and nodded his head.

"She is indeed not bad. She has already reached the Sixth Level of Congenital Stage at such a young age. It seems like she hasn't used her full strength yet."

"Hehe, it seems like this girl will have a place in the top ten this time!"

A few elders of the Internal Sect were talking when the battle in the eighth and ninth ring came to a stop. Although there were some severely injured disciples, none of them died.

Except for Zhou Yipin, Yang Ningshuang, Meng Liangjun, Pan Junkai and Ling Xinyue; the other three Yun Fan did not know any of them.

Putting aside the fact that he had just entered the Internal Sect, even if he had entered early, given his personality, he wouldn't care about these things.

The moment the two rings were opened, Yun Fan suddenly felt a cold wind coming from the surroundings.

His body swayed, and he threw out both fists.

Rustle, rustle, rustle...

Yun Fan took three to four steps back before he could regain his balance.

"Kid, I have to say that you are very strong. But if you still want to fight us with your physical strength, then you can only die here."

"Use your full strength. I know that you are a Seventh Level of Congenital Stage."

"Even if you are a Seventh Level of Congenital Stage, you will die here today."

The surrounding disciples said one after another.

Yun Fan suddenly smiled.

In the previous battle with Qin Lei, another man had fought more than a hundred people. This had exposed some of his strength, but he had never thought that these people would be able to defeat him.

"Full strength? Hehe, I'm afraid you guys don't have that ability."

Both of his fists suddenly struck out. The Fairy Dragon Qi was infused into his fists as he met the fists of the two people in front of him.

Bang!

A rain of blood rained down from the sky. The two disciples were sent flying backwards, and they fiercely smashed into the Genuine Qi barrier, causing them to fall to the ground.

As soon as their bodies landed on the ground, they spurted out a few more mouthfuls of blood. Their faces were pale, and they didn't even have the ability to stand up.

So strong!

Everyone was greatly shocked.

Although they knew Yun Fan wasn't a simple man, he had injured two disciples of the Internal Sect with just a single strike, and he was even a Fifth Level of Congenital Stage disciple. This really shocked them.

"Seventh Level of Congenital Stage, combined with the strength of his physical body, he should be able to fight an Eighth Level of Congenital Stage warrior. Unfortunately, your opponent isn't the same person."

"Let's see how many attacks you can withstand, Berserk Fist!"

The Genuine Qi formed a whirlwind on his opponent's fist. As the whirlwind struck out, the surrounding spiritual energy quickly gathered and became stronger and stronger. The surrounding space began to shake.

"Take my palm, Earth Rend!"

A huge palm suddenly appeared above Yun Fan's head. Before it could land, a mountain-like weight landed on Yun Fan's body.

"Sunset Tide!"

A ray of light flashed, and layers of saber Qi rolled over. It was like a huge wave from the ocean, striking heavily at Yun Fan.

The lowest grade was a Mid Yellow Level martial skill, and when combined with the Congenital Stage Genuine Qi, its power was tremendous.

At this moment, Yun Fan felt as if he was in a raging storm.

He did not dodge, nor did he retreat. He once again swung his fist.

No matter what kind of martial skill his opponent used, it was a simple punch.

The punch was like a line. If one observed carefully, one would realize that this was the shortest route in which he punched.

Fast, because it was the shortest.

Fast, it could increase the power of the attack.

A series of rumbling sounds rang out. Powerful martial techniques were scattered, and the disciples were forced back one by one.

Yun Fan's feet were like the tail of a ten-thousand-year-old old tree, and they were deeply embedded in the arena. He didn't move at all.

Out of the twenty five people, not a single one of them had reached the Seventh Level of Congenital Stage. In a one versus one battle, no one could withstand a single punch from him.

Every punch sent someone flying, but no one stopped. Twenty-five people took turns to attack. Their attacks were powerful martial techniques.

It was precisely because they took turns to attack that Yun Fan didn't have the time to attack one person.

"They are using Yun Fan's Genuine Qi."

Below the stage, Yang Ningshuang looked at the unmoving Yun Fan with a trace of surprise in her eyes.2

Yun Fan's performance had exceeded her imagination. Although she could also do what Yun Fan did, she would not be as stable as Yun Fan.

"He is not a fool. We can see it, so naturally he can see it too. If these people are only like this, I'm afraid not many of them will be able to survive." Ling Xinyue said.

"Oh, you are so confident in him?"

"Senior Sister Yang, don't forget. He still hasn't used his weapon yet, if they really can't even block a single punch... He can still block his sword? You have to know, his sword is even more powerful than his fist"

"Interesting. It seems like Zhou Yipin has really kicked an iron plate this time. Even if he could kill Yun Fan, the First-class Alliance would still suffer a great loss! "

Ling Xinyue smiled faintly, but then she frowned, as if she suddenly thought of something.

"I didn't expect Big Brother to be so strong. I have been worried about him all this time."

"Yeah, it seems that we have to speed up our cultivation. Otherwise, the gap between us and Big Brother will only get bigger and bigger."

Wang Dashan and Cold Wind shook their heads and smiled bitterly. A Seventh Level of Congenital Stage warrior was facing the combined attack of twenty-five men bare-handed. Even if they had advanced to the Seventh Level of Congenital Stage, they still wouldn't be able to do it.

"Fuck, this is the True Spirit Killing Formation? More than twenty men had joined hands to return the f * cking formation! This was truly shameless! "

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