The temperature of the entire arena fell into a weird situation, with a cold wind blowing on one side and a scorching heat wave on the other. Two completely opposite energies were violently colliding and competing against each other.

As the two people's cultivation exploded, there was silence around the arena, and then suddenly there was a noise.

"Oh my god, that masked man named Zang Feng is actually a second-level mid-level innate person. No wonder he didn't feel like he was using all his strength before!"

"Look, Ye San's cultivation is so strong, not weaker than the masked man Zang Feng."

"It's so unbelievable that there are two innate second-class mid-terms! Are they really just little babies under the age of thirty? I really can't imagine it!"

"Brother Sun, let's stop talking. Compared with these genius monsters, you are just asking for trouble! It destroys your confidence!"

"Indeed, even among the many peerless geniuses, these two people are probably as rare as a feather in the sky!"

"I originally thought that the genius disciples of the Five Holy Lands were evil enough, but I didn't expect that these two people are even more perverted. Their talents are probably not much inferior to those of the Silver Light City Lord back then!"

"Yes, but the Lord of Yinguang City is already over thirty years old. Among the young geniuses under thirty years old, the only one who can compete with them is Song Jianming, who is ranked first in the "Dragon and Phoenix Ranking"."

"Brother You, I don't think so. If you look closely at Ye San and Zang Feng on the stage, their cultivation levels are probably only a hair away from breakthrough. Although Song Jianming of the Qingyun Sword Sect is also a second-level mid-level innate person, compared with them,

Look up, I'm afraid there is still some gap! Obviously, after today, the top spot on the "Dragon and Phoenix List" will change hands, and the real number one can only happen between the two people on the stage."

As the finals began, Ye Xing and Zang Feng finally started a fierce fight in the ring.

"Vajra Fist" is an unparalleled boxing technique, with the nine-yang true energy swirling around the body. Ye Xing punches out one after another, like a tiger coming out of the mountain, like a dragon coming out of the sea, it is extremely fierce.

The masked man Zangfeng was surrounded by gusts of sinister wind, moving with the wind like a shadow. He tried his best to avoid Ye Xing's frontal attack, and then thrust out his long sword at an extremely cunning and vicious angle, attacking Ye Xing's weak spot.

The slender sword was like a poisonous snake.

Quick, accurate and ruthless! He has mastered the essence of swordsmanship.

However, although the swordsmanship of the masked man Zangfeng is powerful, Ye Xing can always dodge at the critical moment and save the day.

After all, when it comes to the realm of swordsmanship, Ye Xing is no worse than Zang Feng.

The "Qingyun Sword Technique" in the middle and late stages of Dacheng has brought Ye Xing's perception of swordsmanship to a very high level. Even compared with some first-class Xiantian realm swordsmanship masters, he is probably not far behind, and may even be better.

One point.

Therefore, although Zang Feng's swordsmanship is powerful, it is undoubtedly much easier to deal with Ye Xing, who is also a master of swordsmanship and even has a deeper level.

In fact, if swordsmanship can be used, Ye Xing feels that winning this game should not be a big problem. But unfortunately, "Qingyun Swordsmanship" cannot be used in the Qingwu Conference.

Because Ye San's identity will disappear in the martial arts world with the end of this Qingwu Association. If he uses "Qingyun Sword Technique" at this moment, then Ye Xing will no longer be able to use it in the future. Otherwise, once he uses "Qingyun Sword Technique" in the future,

"Fa", others can easily guess that Ye San, the genius with fierce boxing skills in Qingwu Shang, is Ye Xing, the Lord of Baiyun City.

Once the mystery is solved, it will be very detrimental to Ye Xing. Not to mention anything else, just facing the Holy Fire Cult's revenge will probably cause him a lot of trouble and many crises. After all, Ye Xing is not ready for this yet, and with his current situation

His strength is like hitting a stone with an egg against a thousand-year-old holy land.

Therefore, Ye Xing will try to keep a low profile during the period of time when he is in hiding. He will never expose his swordsmanship unless absolutely necessary.

"Qiang!" "Ping ping ping pong!"

"Clang clang clang!"

Fists and swords clashed, and the sound of gold and iron clashing echoed all around.

On the ring, the two men fought extremely fiercely, and their movements were extremely fast, sometimes appearing in mid-air like a fleeting light, and sometimes appearing in various positions in the ring.

The heat waves are rising, the wind is blowing, two completely opposite energies, hot and cold alternately. The temperature is sometimes cold and hot, sometimes high and sometimes low, causing cracks to appear on the extremely hard blue steel floor. The cracks are extremely fine and increasingly dense.

There are many, spreading and cracking like a spider web.

Time passed bit by bit, and in the blink of an eye the two of them had exchanged more than three hundred moves.

Ye Xing's "King Kong Fist" in the early stages of his success was extremely powerful and invincible; the masked man's swordsmanship was not weak at all, and was mysterious and unpredictable. The two were almost equal, and they were evenly matched.

The two geniuses clashed fiercely, and the warriors watching around them couldn't take their eyes off it. They couldn't take it all in and were excited.

Unknowingly, the sky gradually darkened, dusk passed, and night came quietly.

The willow branches above the moon are dotted with stars.

Suddenly, torches lit up all around, and the flames were rising. The red firelight and the bright moonlight illuminated the surrounding area extremely brightly.

The game continued, and more than two hundred rounds passed.

After several hours of continuous fighting, the true energy consumption was huge. There were faint beads of sweat on the face of the masked man Zang Feng, dripping from his chin to the ground. His breathing was very uneven. It was obvious that the true energy had been consumed.

Almost there.

On the other side, Ye Xing's true energy consumption was also extremely huge, but fortunately he had the assistance of Heaven and Earth Spirit Treasure Thunder Heart Chunmu. Therefore, even if the battle was fierce, Ye Xing still retained more than half of his true energy.

There is no doubt that as long as the next step is to play steadily, the balance of victory will eventually tilt more and more towards Ye Xing.

"Ye San, I have to say that you are really powerful!" During the battle, the masked man Zang Feng suddenly said: "I didn't expect that the Central Plains Wulin would have someone like you!"

"Haha, you're welcome!" Ye Xing laughed loudly, but the punches in his hands didn't stop.

"I'm telling the truth! In my eyes, those geniuses in the Central Plains Wulin are just chickens and dogs, vulnerable!" The masked man Zangfeng changed the subject and said: "Of course, except for you and me!"

"Hey, you are a bit narcissistic, but I like what you said!" Ye Xing said: "What's wrong, you want to give up?"

"I haven't lost yet, why should I admit defeat!" The masked man Zang Feng shook his head and said, the long sword in his hand as agile and sharp as a poisonous snake.

"If you don't admit defeat, you won't. You won't be able to hold on much longer anyway!" Ye Xing curled his lips and said, "This game is almost over!"

The two have now exchanged more than 500 moves, nearly 600 moves. Ye Xing estimated that Zang Feng's true energy power has almost reached its bottom, and it can still sustain up to 30 moves at most.

Ye Xing was calculating secretly, and suddenly——

Just then——

"Yes, it's really time to end!"

A mysterious aura suddenly erupted from the body of the masked man Zang Feng, and his voice was ethereal, like a ghost crying, or like an innocent soul sobbing.

In an instant, Ye Xing felt as if the world around him suddenly darkened. All the torches disappeared. Without the firelight and moonlight, the already dark night suddenly became even darker.

The arena, the audience, the temple, and everything around the trees disappeared, leaving only misty darkness.

At the same time, the eyes of the ghost-faced young man Zang Feng formed two dark whirlpools, spinning at high speed, constantly pulling at Ye Xing's soul.

"Damn it, it's a mental attack!"
Chapter completed!