Inverse Sword God

In the stands, the cyan airflow on Wang Feng's body rotated rapidly, forming several huge wind blades, each of which was ten feet long. These wind blades were connected together to form a strange attack, quickly strangling Lin Xuan.

The void split, as if being torn apart mercilessly, and the surrounding air flow turned rapidly, sealing off all directions.

The air of terror filled the air, causing everyone around to jump in fear.

Everyone in the Wang family breathed a sigh of relief when they saw this, because they could see that the power of the artistic conception of wind displayed by Wang Feng at this moment was far beyond that displayed by Lin Xuan before.

Therefore, they believed that Wang Feng's artistic conception of wind was definitely higher than Lin Xuan's.

You little bastard, if you dare to provoke the Wang family, this time you must die ugly! Everyone in the Wang family sneered.

Lin Xuan raised his brows slightly. Wang Feng's strength was stronger than he imagined. The artistic conception of wind seemed to be 70% ready, and he used it very freely, far surpassing ordinary warriors.

If it were someone else, they would definitely be unable to block these wind blade attacks, but Lin Xuan was different, she was not afraid at all.

He also displayed the artistic conception of wind, the surrounding air flow rotated, the light shone, and quickly condensed to form a blue lotus flower, which bloomed in front of him.

The huge green lotus is as big as a house, and each petal is crystal clear, exuding a strong breath of wind.

Qinglian turned and cast light, forming a curtain of light that blocked the wind blade in front of her.

Ding Ding! Dangdang!

Countless wind blades hit the light curtain, colliding with countless sparks, the sound was like metal intersecting, very ear-piercing.

"Huh? Blocked!" The people below were surprised. They didn't expect that Lin Xuan actually blocked Wang Feng's attack, which was a bit beyond their expectations.

"It's just a trick!" Seeing that the attack was blocked, Wang Feng didn't feel any anger, but instead showed a more intense smile.

This was originally his random blow, and it was no surprise that it was blocked by the opponent.

Moreover, he believed that the opponent must have used all his strength to block his random blow.

And the light curtain shook violently, as if it would break at any moment, how could that point of defense be able to block his next attack?

"Boy, if this is your strength, then you can die." Wang Feng grinned grimly.

"Next, I will let you taste what fear is."

After all, he clasped his hands slightly, operated the artistic conception of wind, and spun rapidly in front of him, condensing to form a bow and arrow.

The bow and arrow are very simple, with clear light flowing on it, showing its extraordinary.

On it, there are strange lines, exuding a palpitating breath.

"What a terrifying aura, what is this?" Everyone was amazed. They looked at the blue bow and arrow and kept trembling.

"Qingfeng Bow!" Someone exclaimed.

"It is said that this is a unique technique that can only be performed when the artistic conception of wind has reached an extremely high level! I never thought that Wang Fengzhong would have such a unique skill!"

"As expected of a genius of the Wang family."

Looking at the ring, the Wang family and the others also smiled.

"Feng'er actually used the Qingfeng Bow, is it a bit of a fuss?" asked the disciple of the Wang family.

"Nothing? Just let this kid know the true strength of my disciple of the Wang family!" The middle-aged man laughed.

On the ring, Wang Feng held the Qingfeng Bow, and his aura became extremely strong.

"Boy, you are proud enough to die on Qingfeng Archer!"

After that, he held the bow in his left hand, and the artistic conception of wind turned, forming a blue arrow again.

Finally, he pointed at Lin Xuan, with a terrifying murderous aura rising from him.

As soon as this aura came out, it immediately swept all directions, and the terrifying aura enveloped the entire fighting arena.

At this moment, all the audience felt a tremor, as if the bow and arrow were aimed at them.

"It's terrible! With such a terrifying aura, this Qingfeng Bow is too domineering!"

"Yeah, this aura alone seems to be able to tear everything apart. I'm afraid that even extreme warriors in the psychic realm may not be able to fight against it?"

"Then Lin Xuan is doomed. Faced with this kind of attack, I'm afraid he has no chance of escaping."

"I originally thought that a genius would be able to break the myth of winning streak, but I didn't expect to fall like this. It's a pity."

Everyone discussed, many people sneered, and some people shook their heads and sighed.

The Wang family and the others showed hideous faces. They had to carefully appreciate the moment when Lin Xi's head exploded, because only in this way could they get rid of their previous grievances.

At the VIP table, Hei Mushan sat in the center, shaking the wine in his hand, and smiling with satisfaction.

"Hey, you arrogant brat, you're finally going to die! Looks like it's really easy not to do anything with me, the Black Wood Clan!"

"That's fine, anyway, a dead genius is nothing! This is the consequence of rejecting the Kuroki family!"

Heimushan was very happy, because as long as Lin Xuan died, he would lose a huge hidden danger in his heart.

Looking at the Breeze Bow, Lin Xuan's expression became serious, and he felt a dangerous aura from it.

This aura has already surpassed the artistic conception of wind itself, because relying on Wang Feng's artistic conception of wind alone, such aura cannot be displayed at all.

Moreover, the multiple lines on the Qingfeng Bow are very peculiar, and it is definitely not something that a warrior at the peak of the psychic realm can display.

"Boy, the origin of this breeze bow is a bit unusual, you have to be careful." The dark red dragon hid in the sleeve robe and said by voice.

Lin Xuan nodded, he naturally felt the danger.

The next moment, his expression was concentrated, and he exerted his soul power, deeply imprinting the appearance of Qingfeng Bow in his mind.

Afterwards, his figure swayed, forming afterimages, and disappeared in place.

In an instant, Lin Xuan's speed reached the extreme, and the entire arena was filled with his phantom.

The phantom is so perfect that it is as real as it is, and it is impossible to tell the truth from reality.

The audience in the audience was amazed, Lin Xuan's movement speed surpassed most of them, and even some extreme psychic warriors frowned, because they couldn't tell the truth from reality.

The faces of the Wang family and the others were solemn, and the middle-aged man snorted coldly: "I didn't expect this kid's body skills to be so strange. It would be a pity to kill him directly."

Hearing this, the people around were taken aback for a moment, and then their eyes lit up.

They naturally understood what the middle-aged man said, and if they could catch Lin Xuan, they would definitely be able to figure out this kind of movement.

At that time, their Wang family will have another unique skill.

However, the only thing that worried them was Lin Xuan's status. I'm afraid the status of such a talented young man is quite high.

Therefore, to be on the safe side, they could only kill Lin Xuan, because even the opposing sect would have nothing to say if he died in the ring.

On the stage, Wang Feng looked around with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

"Useless boy, if it was someone else, your body speed would indeed be a huge threat, but if you meet me, you will die!"

"Because the Qingfeng Bow automatically locks on the target, no matter how many clones you have, you will still die."

After finishing speaking, Wang Feng let go of his palm, and immediately the blue bow and arrow flew out, flying away like a stream of light.