976: C976

C976

Under Li Tong's quick attack, Liu Peng was unable to endure any further, and under the helpless circumstances, he released Wind Following Sword, wanting to force Li Tong to retreat, but following the release of the Wind Blade, the Li Tong in front of him also disappeared, and at the same time, a fierce wind assaulted him from behind.

Knowing that his opponent had flashed behind him, Liu Peng retracted his sword to block, and with a clang, Li Tong's blade landed on his spirit sword. With a great force, Li Tong knocked Liu Peng, who was frantically receiving his blade, back up by three large strides, and before he could even stabilize his body, Li Tong's moves arrived.

But this time, Li Tong did not give him the chance, the spirit sword in his hand had already started glowing, but just as the technique was about to be released, Li Tong flashed his Shadow Shift in front of him, and the Spiritual Knife pierced forward three times.

Liu Peng used all of his strength to block the first two slashes, but the third was really too much, and he could only move his body to the side as much as possible to avoid getting hit. With a pu sound coming from his eardrums, Li Tong's final slash did not hit Liu Peng's neck, but deeply stabbed into his shoulder instead.

He was fast, but Li Tong's speed was even faster, and the latter kept up with his kick, landing right on Liu Peng's chest.

Slap! This kick landed on Liu Peng's chest, emitting a crisp sound like a mirror shattering. Liu Peng's body was like a kite with a broken string, bouncing upwards for more than a meter and flying straight out. He fell from the center of the arena all the way to the bottom. When he landed, he looked at Liu Peng again. The spirit armor on his chest had shattered, and blood was seeping out from under his clothes.

After Liu Peng was defeated, another branch Hall Lord stood up from the Baihui Hall side and went to fight against Li Tong. However, this branch Hall Lord was not any stronger than the other two, and after a fierce battle with Li Tong, he lost again.

Li Tong had won three matches consecutively, consecutively defeated three Hall Lord s from the Baihui Hall, which could be said to be a shocking feat, causing all the travelling adventurers present to look at him in a new light. Only now did the people begin to discuss in a low voice, just who exactly was this Li Tong, and how was he so powerful, and why had they never heard of him being like this before.

As the Sect Lord of the Carefree Sect, Zhang Dong didn't close his mouth at this time. He really didn't think that the normally silent and lifeless Li Tong would actually lose against the three branch Hall Lord s of the Baihui Hall. This was actually one of the five experts the King had sent for him.

He was one hundred percent sure that Li Tong was not someone from the Carefree Sect, but as to who he was, he could not guess. He looked around at his surroundings and asked: "This Spirit Cultivator of Dark is very powerful, if you do not have a 100% chance, brothers, you should not fight anymore."

The meaning in his words was that if they continued to lose, Baihui Hall would lose all face. Hearing his words, an old man in his sixties who sat next to Zhou Kuan stood up and cupped his hands: "Hall Lord, how about this old man go and fight him?"

This old man was called Nan Ting, and was the vice president Hall Lord of the Baihui Hall. His leadership and personal charm might be far inferior to Zhou Kuan's, but he was still a top-notch expert in terms of spirit martial arts.

Nan Ting wanted to fight Li Tong, so he muttered to himself for a moment. Finally, he nodded and said: "Brother Nan, you have to be more careful!" Zhou Kuan was around ten years younger than Nan Ting, so her attitude towards him was also very respectful.

Hearing his warning, Nan Ting was elated, and said: "You're just a wet behind the ears child. Don't worry Hall Lord, I'll be right back!" As he spoke, the old man walked down from the grandstand and headed straight for the arena.

When Nan Ting got onto the stage, gasps could be heard from below, but Li Tong did not care about it. Instead, he laughed coldly and said: "What? Could it be that because Baihui Hall can't send strong and strong, he can only use an old man to trick me? "

Nan Ting laughed out loud, and said: "Youngster, don't be too arrogant. You must know that there is always someone stronger than you, and someone stronger than you."

"I heard you fart!" Li Tong let out a cold snort, and dashed to the front of Nan Ting in a single stride, ferociously chopping down at him.

After the sound rang out, the Spiritual Knife and spirit sword clashed, and Nan Ting stood in his original position without moving, but instead, he was forced to take a step back from the recoil.

Ah? Li Tong was shocked, he never expected the old fellow to have such strength! Li Tong kept his contempt and braced himself, fully concentrating to stand beside Nan Ting.

The two of them fought back and forth, each using their ultimate techniques. Unknowingly, they had already fought for more than fifty rounds.

In battle, Li Tong was most proficient with quick attacks which were like a torrential storm, but his quick attacks on Nan Ting's body were useless. This old man had fought hard for dozens of years, his battle experience and Taifeng were plentiful, and his fighting techniques were extremely proficient, adding on to that his cultivation was extremely deep, Li Tong's series of quick attacks were usually easily countered with a single Spiritual God.

The more the old man fought, the more relaxed he became, but the more difficult it was for Li Tong to fight, and slowly, with more fighting, he had fewer attacks, causing the entire scene to fall into a passive state.

In fact, to Spirit Cultivator of Dark, the competition on the stage was a loss, this was a flat piece of land, with no obstacles or anything to give them the ability to cast Shadow Float, if there was any difference in strength between the two sides or if they were equally strong, Li Tong would be able to use his agility to find an opportunity to win, but facing an experienced Spiritual Martial Expert like Nan Ting, he did not have any methods to fight on the stage.

By the time the two sides had fought for eighty of rounds, Li Tong's physical strength and spirit energy had already been severely exhausted. His movement was also not as good as before, and as he gasped for breath as he fought. It was his turn to strike.

Nan Ting's kick was directed straight at Li Tong. If he really got kicked, even if Li Tong didn't die, he would at least be crippled. At the critical moment, Li Tong used all of his strength and bowed, allowing his body to move backwards. A cracking sound could be heard from his eardrum. Nan Ting didn't kick his mother, but instead kicked him heavily on his lower abdomen.

Li Tong was blown away like a cannonball, he flew a good three metres before landing on the ground. However, his inertia did not decrease, and he continued to roll on the stage, like a ball, until he rolled down the stage. At the same time, he also spat out a mouthful of blood.

If it was someone else, they would definitely not be able to stand up after receiving such a heavy kick. However, Li Tong clenched his teeth, used his blade to support himself, and stood up while trembling. He looked at Nan Ting who was on the stage, with his scarlet eyes looking as if he was about to spit fire.

Although Nan Ting looked kind on the surface, he was actually quite ruthless in his actions. He was unable to take Li Tong's life, and the old man thought to himself that it was a pity, he released the spirit armor on his body, and smilingly cupped his hands and said: "Young man, with your age, it's not easy for you to have such skills. This old man will show mercy today, and not take your life.

Hearing his benevolent, elder like tone, as if he was deliberately letting him go, Li Tong was very clear that the old man was trying to kill him. He was so angry that his face turned red. Before he could say anything, he spat out another mouthful of blood. His body swayed along with it. Finally, he could not hold on any longer and sat down on the ground.

Li Tong lost in battle, facing the top ranker in Baihui Hall, Nan Ting, the elites of the Carefree Sect no longer had any desire to fight, all of them held their heads, not daring to breathe, fearing that Zhang Dong would notice him and call him out to fight.

How could Zhang Dong not understand the thoughts of his subordinates? While angered, he could only use his gaze to look at the other four experts that Tang Yin had sent him for help.1

Amongst the remaining four people, the strength of the Spirit Cultivator of Dark was at most on par with Li Tong.

As for the three Spirit Cultivator of Light s, they saw that Nan Ting's cultivation was obviously higher than theirs, so even if they went down to disgrace themselves, they would most likely do so.

Seeing that none of them had requested for a battle, the anxious Zhang Dong decided to throw caution to the wind and took the initiative to ask: "Four esteemed guests, you four ? Who will fight Nan Ting? "

If he didn't say anything, the four of them could still pretend to be deaf and mute. After his question, the four of them couldn't possibly act dumb. Amongst the four of them, a youth from Spiritual Martial Academy stood up and said in a loud voice, "I'll go fight him!"

This young man was only in his twenties, but his cultivation had already surpassed the transformation realm, making him a genius in the cultivation of the Spirit realm. As the saying goes, a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger. Despite knowing that the opponent's cultivation base was much higher than his own, the youth still dared to step down and challenge him.

The young man was not even able to last thirty rounds in front of Nan Ting before he was pierced through to the underside by the old man's sword. Fortunately, his internal organs were not injured by the sword attack, if not, even the Great Firmament Deity would not be able to save him. Even then, the young man was still severely injured, and was carried away to be saved by the Carefree Sect disciples.

Looking on helplessly at the young man being defeated, Carefree Sect could not send any more people out, even Zhang Dong was well aware, currently, no one on his side could defeat Nan Ting.

The old man had won two consecutive rounds. His face was not red, and he was breathing heavily, as if nothing had happened. On the stage, he occasionally cupped his hands in greeting to some acquaintances below him, looking relaxed. On the other hand, the spectator stands of the Carefree Sect was deathly silent. In the end, Zhang Dong could only use a pleading gaze to look at Tang Yin.

At this moment, Tang Yin's face did not look too good either. It was not because his Carefree Sect was helpless against Nan Ting, but because two of his Spiritual Martial Expert s were injured in Nan Ting's hands.

Just when everyone thought that no one from the Carefree Sect would dare step down from the stage to fight, on the left side of the Carefree Sect stand, a person stood up, and walked down the stage in silence. He then cupped his hands and smiled at Nan Ting, and said: "Old Master Nan, it's been a while! This junior wishes to exchange some pointers with the South Lord. I wonder if the South Lord would be willing to honor your request? "

pqdm.com