"You, you are only level 4, how come you have the ability to fly?"
"Even if you learn flying spells like Air Dance, you will not be able to fly because of your heavy body!"
Xu Feng floated in the air, subverting Lan Caiyi's cognition.
There is an essential difference between the flesh of high-level apostles and low-level apostles, just like feathers and stones. It is easy for a feather to fly, but it is impossible for a stone to fly even if it spends a hundred times more effort.
"Do I have the qualifications to fight you fairly now?" Xu Feng said calmly.
Lan Caiyi gritted her teeth and took the lead in attacking. With a thought, the power of phoenix fire surged in her body, and a huge phoenix shadow appeared behind Lan Caiyi.
This phoenix is lifelike, with flames burning all over its body, and is made entirely of fire elements.
"Phoenix Fire Burns the Sky!"
Lan Caiyi directly displayed her most powerful skill. As the saint of the Fengwu lineage, Lan Caiyi practiced the power of Phoenix Fire. This flame not only possessed all the attributes of other flames, but also had the properties of healing and recovery. If practiced to the peak, it could even be like a real phoenix, reborn from the ashes after death and regain its strength.
"It's not too late for you to admit defeat now. Otherwise, even if you beg for mercy later, I may not stop!" Lan Caiyi said coldly.
After all, Xu Feng is the saint of the Modao lineage, so Lan Caiyi has to give Guo Ji some face.
"If you can't control your movements freely, you need to practice this technique more!" Xu Feng said with a smile.
"You..." Lan Caiyi's eyes widened and a hint of anger appeared on her face.
"Burn!" Lan Caiyi shouted softly, and the phoenix shadow behind her suddenly became agile, making a clear phoenix cry and pounced towards Xu Feng.
Wherever the Phoenix Fire passed, the air began to distort, and heat waves of thousands of degrees rushed towards Xu Feng, but Xu Feng floated in place, motionless.
Outside the battlefield, seeing the Phoenix Fire rushing towards Xu Feng, but Xu Feng not moving at all, the disciples of the Mo Dao lineage were all sweating with worry!
"Holy Son, why doesn't he hide?"
"The temperature of the Phoenix Fire is extremely high. Even steel will melt into juice. Saint Son is too arrogant!"
The disciples of the Modao lineage, seeing that Xu Feng could fly in the air with the strength of a mid-level apostle, couldn't help but have some confidence in him. But now, seeing that Xu Feng was actually going to use his physical body to resist Lan Caiyi's Phoenix Fire, they immediately shook their heads and sighed.
The other sect disciples who wanted to see Xu Feng make a fool of himself couldn't help but laugh, with mocking expressions on their faces.
Before, Xu Feng flew into the air and slapped them in the face. This time they learned their lesson and prepared to wait until Xu Feng could no longer withstand the Phoenix Fire before mocking them.
Boom~ The huge phoenix phantom turned into a ball of flame, wrapped around Xu Feng and burned fiercely.
"At this moment, even I can't control the Phoenix Fire and cancel this skill!" Lan Caiyi couldn't help but shook her head and sighed.
“The Phoenix Fire can burn everything. The Saint Son of the Mo Dao lineage is still too arrogant. Not to mention that he is a mid-level apostle, even a high-level apostle who is good at defense would not dare to withstand this blow with his body!” Outside the battlefield, a Saint Son of a lineage who was attracted by the Phoenix Fire glanced at the battlefield screen and could not help shaking his head and sighing.
At this time, the saints who fought quickly had already left the battlefield and began to watch the battle that had not yet ended. After all, the winners might very well be their next opponents.
"Big Brother..." The disciples of the Mo Dao lineage all looked grimly, looking at Guo Ji.
"Be patient, since the Saint Son dares to resist the Phoenix Fire with his physical body, he must have his reasons!" Guo Ji consoled.
Although Guo Ji was also nervous, his confidence in Xu Feng was much stronger than that of others.
"Xu Feng has cultivated the power of calamity. He is the only person in the entire Modao lineage who has successfully cultivated the Wanjie Gong. How could he die in a small competition among the Sons of Saints?" Guo Ji thought to himself.
On the battlefield, the Phoenix Fire burned for seven or eight seconds before it finally went out.
"How is it possible..." Lan Caiyi widened her eyes and looked at Xu Feng who was intact. Her body trembled slightly in horror.
"Phoenix Fire? It's still a little too weak!" Xu Feng laughed and said, "Do you have any other skills that are more powerful?"
In order to cultivate the Devouring Body, Xu Feng once devoted himself to devouring strange fire for a period of time. Now the Devouring Body has been upgraded to level five. The effects of the strange fire have become increasingly weaker, and he is almost immune to it. Other fires cannot harm Xu Feng unless Xu Feng takes the initiative to let go of his defense.
After all, Phoenix Fire is just an ordinary fire, not even a spiritual fire, and it is incomparable to strange fire. The Devouring Body even refuses to absorb this energy and becomes immune to it.
"Do you have an upgraded magic weapon that is immune to fire damage?" Lan Caiyi couldn't help but shout.
Lan Caiyi didn't believe that Xu Feng's physical body was so strong, and could only attribute it to some powerful magical weapon.
Xu Feng did not comment, but smiled and said: "If there is no other means, then I will take action!"
Without waiting for Lan Caiyi to answer, Xu Feng slowly opened an eye between his eyebrows and looked towards Lan Caiyi.
Lan Caiyi looked at the dark eye between Xu Feng's eyebrows and inexplicably felt cold all over, as if something very strange was going to happen to her.
Moon Wheel Technique! Xu Feng chanted softly.
The next moment, Lan Caiyi's eyes blurred and she felt like she had entered a strange space. In this space, there was only a crescent moon hanging high in the sky and it was dark all around.
Before Lan Caiyi could react, the crescent moon above her head released a series of jagged moon blades that flew towards her.
"I, how did I become an ordinary person? No, that's not right. This is not my real body, but my consciousness!" Lan Caiyi finally reacted. Xu Feng actually pulled his consciousness into this strange space.
"Isn't my body in a completely defenseless state now?" Lan Caiyi was suddenly shocked.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh~ ·The jagged moon blades easily tore Lan Caiyi's consciousness apart! Ah~ Lan Caiyi screamed, the pain of her consciousness being cut and torn apart was exactly the same as the pain of her flesh being cut and torn apart. Dozens of moon blades kept cutting Lan Caiyi's consciousness, just like the torture of being cut into pieces by thousands of knives.
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On the battlefield, Lan Caiyi, who was originally floating in the air, suddenly fell headfirst to the ground and fell heavily to the ground.
A few seconds later, Lan Caiyi turned over and sat up, her eyes confused and filled with a hint of deep fear.
Xu Feng slowly descended from the sky, came to Lan Caiyi, and asked softly: "Fairy Caiyi, do we still want to continue the battle?"
Lan Caiyi looked at Xu Feng with a hint of fear in her eyes, as if she was facing a demon. She subconsciously moved back a few meters: "You, you stay away from me!"
After a moment, Lan Caiyi seemed to realize something. This was a battlefield. As long as she admitted defeat, Xu Feng would not be able to deal with her anymore. She could not help but glare at Xu Feng fiercely and shouted, "Admit defeat!"
In an instant, Lan Caiyi's figure disappeared and was teleported out of the battlefield.
[The Holy Son of the Sword-Sharpening Clan, Xu Feng, won! He received a point! ]
A loud voice rang out on the battlefield, and the next moment, Xu Feng was also teleported out and returned to the hall.
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"We won, we won!" The disciples of the Mo Dao lineage were overjoyed, and some low-level disciples even cried for joy.
After winning a game, the Modao lineage will no longer be at the bottom of the rankings, and the main lineage will not become a hidden lineage.
In fact, for those disciples with outstanding talents, it doesn't matter much whether their sect becomes a hidden sect or not. If the sect is gone, the worst that can happen is that they can join other sects. As long as they have talent and potential and are worth cultivating, other sects will scramble to have such disciples.
But for those disciples with mediocre qualifications, once the sect lineage becomes hidden, their fate will be miserable. They will either become menial disciples or be expelled from the sect and perish on their own.
"Junior brother, good job!" Guo Ji said with a smile, finally feeling relieved.
Since Xu Feng became the Holy Son, he has been under the greatest pressure, whether it is within the sect or outside the sect. In the past few months, he has felt as if the days are long. Now Xu Feng has finally won a game in the Holy Son Competition, and he suddenly feels relaxed.
"Junior brother, keep up the good work. The top ten in the Holy Son Competition will receive a Stone of Enlightenment as a reward, which can directly upgrade a certain skill to the maximum level. If you can, you should fight for it!" Guo Ji said softly.
"Senior brother, I know." Xu Feng nodded.
The Stone of Enlightenment is only the reward for the tenth-ranked Son of God on the Holy Son List. Xu Feng's goal is not just the tenth place. With Xu Feng's current strength, even if he has not yet reached the realm of Hunyuan Ruyi, he can still compete with those high-level apostles.
The first game ended quickly. Players who gained points automatically advanced, and those who lost were not eliminated immediately but entered the loser group.
Those who advance are trying to get a better ranking, or even compete for a rank on the Holy Son List, while those who lose are trying to avoid being the last one and having their clan ranked at the bottom. The Holy Sons who lose have already lost the qualification to compete for a ranking on the Holy Son List.
Half an hour later, the second qualifying match began. Guo Ji was quite excited. When he represented the Mo Dao lineage in the Holy Son Competition, he had never entered the qualifying match and had always been struggling in the loser group. This time Xu Feng qualified for the promotion, and Guo Ji was even more excited than Xu Feng.
"Our Mo Dao lineage is finally awakening!" Guo Ji muttered to himself. He knew that Xu Feng had not shown his full strength in the first match, and he had not revealed even a single bit of his Tribulation Power. In Guo Ji's opinion, Tribulation Power was the strongest power of the Mo Dao lineage. He had been looking forward to Xu Feng using Tribulation Power in battle to justify the Mo Dao lineage in the Saint Son Competition! "The Mo Dao lineage is not inferior to others!" Guo Ji was full of confidence, but he felt a little regretful. At such a critical moment, his master was not there, and he could not witness the exciting moment of the Mo Dao lineage regaining its glory.
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(End of this chapter)