Peerless Martial Soul

He nodded slightly: "Okay!"

Su Shaoyou smiled gently: "Then I will come first!"

He used a sword, an epee, one full person long and one foot wide, just like a door panel, extremely huge and heavy. Chen Feng estimated that it would weigh more than two hundred catties.

He looks delicate and beautiful, but his swordsmanship is extremely fierce and fierce. It doesn't look like a swordsmanship, but like a hammer and axe method. With a swing of the big sword, he slashed towards Chen Feng, like a mountain cracking the ground. The same, the momentum is extremely vicious!

Chen Feng laughed: "Good job!"

King Fudo Mingyin smashed out heavily, and after a huge sound of gold and iron, Chen Feng stayed still, Su Shaoyou's great sword was swung away, and he took a step back, and the tiger's mouth was shocked and bleeding.

He smiled heartily: "Come again!"

"Come again!" Chen Feng smiled.

After the attack just now, he estimated that Su Shaoyou's strength was about 5,000 catties, which was equivalent to the level of the acquired seven levels, and was the strength of ten tigers.

But compared with him, it is far behind.

Su Shaoyou slashed down again with a single sword, and Chen Feng did not move the Mingwang Seal to condense and knocked him back again.

In this way, the two slashed out seven swords and seven palms. After one stroke, Su Shaoyou took a step back. After seven strokes, they had already pushed to the edge of the ring.

Chen Feng was so successful that he laughed loudly: "The eighth trick!"

After the eighth stroke of the collision, Su Shaoyou seemed to run out of strength, and the big sword flew out directly, the middle door opened wide, too late to escape.

Chen Feng came to him lightly and patted his chest with a palm.

Originally, Chen Feng's offensive was heavy, but he turned in his heart, regained his strength, and changed to a light push, ready to push Su Shaoyou off the ring.

But at this moment, Su Shaoyou's eyes flashed a bit of bitter resentment.

He played a yellow jade card.

This jade card looked unremarkable, but it gave Chen Feng a very dangerous feeling, and he quickly drew back.

But it was too late.

With a loud "bang", the jade card burst open and turned into a fireball the size of a house.

And Chen Feng was right in the middle of the explosion.

He was hit by a fireball, flew out heavily, hit the ring, scorched all over, motionless, he didn't know his life or death.

There was a huge exclamation from the crowd, and someone shouted: "It is a talisman. It turned out to be a talisman!"

Dragon Vessel Continent has many professions. Among the warriors, there is a circle of people who specialize in making talisman, called talisman masters.

The power of the talisman refined by the talisman is different according to the level.

The power of Su Shaoyou's talisman is equivalent to a full blow of the Nine Layers of Acquired Power, and its power reaches 20,000 catties, which is very terrifying!

Su Shaoyou let out an extremely arrogant laugh, and the gentleness on his face just disappeared. Because of the excitement, his face became distorted.

He walked to Chen Feng.

Chen Feng's body was scorched and blue smoke was still emitting from his body. The skin on his body was exploded and blood leaked out. A huge hole was blown in his thigh, and his right thigh was almost broken.

He was motionless, looking like he was dead.

Han Cong was frightened and said, "Despicable, you actually use talisman?"

"Why can't you use talisman?"

Su Shaoyou laughed wildly and yelled arrogantly: "Zongmen Dabi, no one stipulates that you can't use talisman! As long as you have the ability to get talisman, you can use it too! Hahahaha!"

Zongmen Great Competition can indeed use talisman, but Su Shaoyou's victory in this way is indeed extremely contemptuous.

Many people in the audience saw it, and they were all disdainful. They didn't dare to show it, so they could only respond in silence.

Many people sympathized with Chen Feng.

Zhao Ruoxi was extremely happy, with a smile on his face, and said loudly, "Nephew Su, good job!"

He said triumphantly at Han Cong: "Let me just say, Yan Qingyu's apprentice will definitely die here today."

He shouted at Su Shaoyou: "That trash is still there, Nephew Su, Yijian understands him."

Su Shaoyou stepped Chen Feng's face under his feet, watching that handsome face deform under his feet, he was extremely happy and laughed wildly.

"This piece of talisman, Xiaoye, was taken at a high price from an auction three years ago! Do you know how much it cost Xiaoye? Tell you, five hundred middle-grade spirit stones!"

"I used to keep this to save my life! Who thought it would be wasted on you!"

His face was full of resentment: "You bastard, waste, you waste a piece of talisman paper, what are you? A hundred of them are not as valuable as this piece of talisman paper!"

As he said, he pressed his feet to crush Chen Feng's head.

"No!" Han Cong shouted, wanting to jump out of the stands to rescue him.

"Want to save people? Dreaming!" Zhao Ruoxi screamed and blasted out a palm, forcing Han Cong to save himself.

The referee sneered on one side, regardless.

But at this moment, Chen Feng's eyes suddenly opened, and the eyes burst brightly.

A huge golden handprint the size of a round table appeared out of thin air, and bombarded Su Shaoyou's body heavily.

Su Shaoyou let out a scream, vomiting blood and flew out, and fell into the ring.

Chen Feng showed no mercy, leaped up and chased him away, again with a big handprint blasting out.