Chapter 90 Quickly Transmigrate! Kidnapping Immortal Sect Disciple (55)
On the stage, the fighting was tense.
Feng Ziang was dressed in a dark suit with his clothes rustling, forming a sharp contrast with Zhao Feiyang who was sitting opposite him in a white suit as white as snow.
Zhao Feiyang, the chief disciple of Tianyan Sect, is known as a rare genius in immortal cultivation that only appears once in a century, and is also the hot candidate to win the championship of this Immortal Alliance Conference.
The whispers around were buzzing like mosquitoes, and most people were not optimistic about Feng Ziang. Some people even began to celebrate Zhao Feiyang's victory in advance.
Feng Ziang's gaze passed through the crowd and fell on He Yushu.
He Yushu's expression was calm, and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry. His cold eyes were like ten thousand years of ice, without a trace of emotion.
Feng Ziang's heart sank suddenly, and an indescribable sadness surged in his heart.
He longed to see a hint of encouragement and support in He Yushu's eyes. Even just a little bit would be enough to ignite his fighting spirit.
However, there was nothing.
"The competition begins!" Following Elder Sun's order, Zhao Feiyang took the lead in attacking.
He swung the long sword in his hand, the sword energy was like a rainbow, and he came straight towards Feng Ziang with a fierce murderous intent.
Zhao Feiyang's swordsmanship is extremely swift, and every move is exquisite, as if it contains the ultimate truth of heaven and earth.
Feng Ziang could only defend himself with difficulty, being defeated step by step.
Every collision made his palms numb and his spiritual power surged.
"It seems that Feng Ziang is just like that. His previous victories were just luck."
"That's right. If he meets Senior Brother Zhao, he will be crushed!"
The mocking voices from all around him came one after another, piercing Feng Ziang's heart like needles.
He clenched his teeth, endured the pain in his body, and fixed his eyes on Zhao Feiyang's figure.
He knew that he couldn't lose, he had to win!
He did it not only to prove himself, but also for He Yushu.
Zhao Feiyang's attacks became more and more fierce, and the sword energy crisscrossed and enveloped Feng Ziang.
Feng Ziang's figure appeared and disappeared in the sword light, as if he would be swallowed up at any time.
"Feng Ziang, admit defeat. You are no match for me." Zhao Feiyang's voice was cold and ruthless, with a hint of mockery.
Feng Ziang did not give up. His special spiritual root, the Tianyan spiritual root, began to frantically absorb the surrounding spiritual energy.
Visible strands of spiritual energy flowed into his body like rivers flowing into the sea, forming a small vortex around him.
His spiritual power began to surge, and his meridians were like a surging river, emitting bursts of roars.
He suddenly changed his tactics, no longer defending, but actively attacking.
His sword moves became extremely sharp, and each move carried a powerful spiritual power, like a flash of lightning, directly breaking through Zhao Feiyang's defense line.
Zhao Feiyang was shocked. He had never seen such a swift attack and he never thought that Feng Ziang actually hid his strength.
He retreated again and again, barely resisting Feng Ziang's attack, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.
The spectators around were also stunned. The originally one-sided situation was reversed in an instant, and they could not believe their eyes.
Elder Sun sat on the high platform with a gloomy face.
He accepted benefits from other forces and wanted to use Zhao Feiyang to get rid of Feng Ziang, but he didn't expect Feng Ziang to be so difficult to deal with.
He made up his mind and decided to do it himself.
He secretly released a powerful spell that only Jindan-stage cultivators could use—"Golden Light Piercing Heart Spell". A beam of golden light shot towards Feng Ziang's back like a sharp arrow.
Feng Ziang sensed the danger behind him, he suddenly turned sideways to avoid the golden light, and at the same time swung his sword back towards Elder Sun.
The sword energy collided with the golden light, making a loud noise that shook the entire arena slightly.
"Elder Sun, as an elder of the Immortal Alliance, you actually secretly interfered with the competition. You are so brave!" Feng Ziang shouted angrily, his voice full of majesty.
Elder Sun's expression changed. He didn't expect Feng Ziang to have noticed his actions.
He pretended to be calm and said, "Feng Ziang, please stop slandering me. I am just worried that you may have hurt Zhao Feiyang by mistake."
"Hmph, we all know who is right and who is wrong." Feng Ziang sneered, no longer paying attention to Elder Sun, and turned around to continue dealing with Zhao Feiyang.
Zhao Feiyang was caught off guard by Feng Ziang's sudden outburst, and with Elder Sun's secret interference, he had completely lost the ability to resist.
He was knocked away by Feng Ziang's sword and fell heavily on the edge of the ring, spitting out blood.
Feng Ziang walked towards Zhao Feiyang step by step, the sword in his hand pointing at his throat, his eyes cold.
At this moment, he felt a strong spiritual pressure locking him down. He looked up and saw He Yushu standing under the stage, looking at him with complicated eyes.
"Zi'ang..." He Yushu called softly.
Feng Zi raised the tip of his sword and pointed it directly at Zhao Feiyang, but it was too late to drop.
He took a deep breath and looked at He Yushu with burning eyes. His voice, empowered by spiritual power, echoed throughout the entire venue: "He Yushu! I like you! Everything before was a misunderstanding! I have never thought of hurting you, and even more so, I have never thought of using you! The sun and the moon can tell how I feel about you!" There was an uproar all around, and everyone was shocked by this sudden confession.
He Yushu's body trembled slightly, and the frost that had not melted for thousands of years seemed to have a crack.
Elder Sun was furious when he saw this.
He attacked again, and a beam of golden light was even more powerful than before, and it went straight to take Feng Ziang's life.
Feng Ziang was prepared. He dodged to the side and swung his sword with his backhand. The sword energy was like a dragon emerging from the sea, rushing straight towards Elder Sun.
Elder Sun was caught off guard and was knocked back several steps by the sword energy, with a trickle of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.
"You!" Elder Sun was furious and was about to attack again, but was stopped by other elders who rushed over.
They had already noticed something was wrong with Elder Sun, and now that they had captured him, they would naturally not let him do whatever he wanted.
Without any worries, Feng Ziang turned to Zhao Feiyang again, his eyes gleaming with brilliance.
Tianyan's spiritual root was running wildly, absorbing spiritual energy faster than before, and his sword moves were even more powerful.
Zhao Feiyang was already at the end of his strength and had no power to resist. In the end, Feng Ziang knocked him off the stage with a sword and he fell into a coma.
Feng Ziang's name resounded through the sky, he won!
Not only did he win the competition, he also won everyone's respect.
He walked towards He Yushu step by step, anxiously waiting for his response.
He Yushu walked slowly in front of Feng Ziang with a barely perceptible shyness on his face.
"Zi'ang," he said softly, "I...I am willing to believe you."
Feng Ziang was ecstatic and hugged He Yushu in his arms. Thunderous applause and blessings broke out all around him.
Feng Ziang, immersed in joy, did not notice that a figure quietly left the crowd, with a gleam of resentment in his eyes...
Lin Wan'er walked up to He Yushu and said softly, "Congratulations, Senior Brother He." He Yushu nodded slightly, his expression still indifferent.
Lin Wan'er bit her lip and continued, "Senior Brother He, Feng Ziang..."
"Wan'er." He Yushu suddenly interrupted her with a hint of warning in his tone.
Lin Wan'er's face turned pale and she stopped talking.
Feng Ziang let go of He Yushu and said to Lin Wan'er with a smile: "Wan'er, thank you for your continued support."
Lin Wan'er forced a smile: "Senior Brother Feng, you're too polite." She looked at He Yushu deeply, turned around and left, her figure lonely.
"Yushu," Feng Ziang held He Yushu's hand, "We..."
Suddenly, there was an earthquake and the whole venue fell into chaos.
Someone shouted in horror: "It's a monster! A monster is attacking!"
He Yushu's face changed and he pushed Feng Ziang away: "Be careful!"
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