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The two figures faced each other from a distance. One of them was surrounded by the dimensional wind, while the other's body was covered in dark golden lightning. The violent auras collided into each other in a deadlock. They were like two bottomless pits in the ocean. They constantly plundered the Spiritual Power floating in the air, causing a vacuum zone of Spiritual Power to appear between them.

Hong Ling withdrew his Sorrow Spirit, lightning slowly gathering in his hands as he looked at Fengya in front of him. From his perception, it was as if a gigantic eye of the wind was hidden within Fengya's body. Countless strong gales surrounded him, cutting space cracks in the air.

Fengya also did not continue to use the Earth Rank long spear in his hands. After awakening the Roc Emperor's blood, using weapons had become a burden. After all, with the current situation between him and Hong Ling, when they used their bloodline, their strength had already reached or was close to Spirit Refinement, so the consumption was extremely shocking. In order to fully unleash the power of an Earth-grade magic tool, the strength of a cultivator must first reach the level of Spirit Refinement. At that time, the power of their bloodline and artifacts would become two monsters that consumed Authentic Qi. With the cultivation of the two Qi Refinement into Spirit s, it would be impossible for them to sustain such a terrifying consumption of energy.

On Fengya's back, a pair of wings that seemed to have been forged from gold, was slowly flapping, replacing the originally illusory pair of green wings. There were two dimensional winds swirling around his arms. The strong destructive force caused the space to distort slightly. Suddenly, the wings on his back flapped and his figure disappeared from the world.

Hong Ling closed his eyes as a vast divine intent surged out from the Divine Hall and swept across his surroundings. This was the simplest and most direct method of detection. One could use divine sense to seal off the surrounding space. Any movement in the wind or grass could be immediately detected by a cultivator. However, within the Domain of Absolute Detection created by this vast divine sense, Fengya's aura did not appear. It was as if it had vanished into thin air, causing Hong Ling to be somewhat shocked. He knew that it was impossible for Fengya to truly disappear into thin air, so there was only one possibility: Fengya had already entered the void!

Ripping open the void and moving forward within it was something only a cultivator at the third level of the Spirit Refinement realm could do. However, if Fengya was truly able to do this, it could only mean that after awakening the Roc Emperor's blood, he had already completely stepped into the Void Refinement Realm. With such a realm, even if Hong Ling had already grown to the middle stage of Qi Refinement into Spirit, he would still not be able to match up to it. What Fengya said was right. After he activated his bloodline, if he still held back, then Hong Ling really didn't even know how he died.

Pfft," a fist wrapped in a dimensional wind met Hung Ling's eyes. It suddenly appeared out of thin air, and before Hong Ling could react, it punched mercilessly at the young man's chest. Hong Ling's figure was sent flying with a single punch, smashing apart a few thousand-year old trees in succession. However, before he could come to a stop, a fist appeared behind his back again, viciously hitting him in the back. Peng, he was sent flying again. Hong LingGan felt that his body had suffered an unprecedented heavy injury.

However, he had no way to withstand this kind of attack. In front of a grand cultivator who was still in the void from refining his spirit, even if this cultivator had only used a secret technique to raise his cultivation within a short period of time, he was still no match. Peng peng peng. The youth was like a ball as he was constantly being punched by the fists that appeared out of thin air. Strands of dark golden dragon blood continuously sprinkled on the ground, corroding it and forming holes.

"I have to retaliate, or else I'll die!" Hong Ling said to himself in his heart. Due to him using the Dragon Bloodline, his life would not be in danger for a short period of time. However, there was a limit to the Dragonform state. Once his Authentic Qi was insufficient to sustain this state, then he would definitely die.

Bang! A dark golden divine fire surged around his body as it interweaved with the floating lightning, forming an even stronger thunder fire. This was a newborn flame, and its power was not one bit inferior to the Primal Chaos Flame from back then. The sacred fire that was created by the combined efforts of Hong Ling and Lian Chengyue!

Boom! Another fist ruthlessly struck the youth's body. However, this time, a layer of dark golden lightning flame was added on top of Fengya's fist.

Hong Ling grinned, after being surrounded by the lightning and fire, he was afraid that Fengya would not be able to stay in the void anymore.

As expected, ten Zhang in front of the youth, space ripples appeared in the air. A figure slowly walked out from the void; it was the gloomy Fengya. On the back of his right hand, there was still a trace of charred scar. It was obvious that he had been injured by Hong Ling's dark golden lightning fire.

"What kind of flame is this, to have such power, to be able to break the dimensional wind!" Fengya's face turned ugly. He had just been injured by the dark golden lightning fire and once again entered the void, causing spatial turbulence. If he hadn't dodged the moment the turbulence appeared and protected himself with his golden Kun Peng wings, he would have been torn apart by the violent power of space.

"Hmm, in fact, this thing is just something that I have comprehended recently. I don't have a name for it yet, but you can call it Tianhuang Lightning Fire!" Hong Ling wiped the dark golden dragon blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at Fengya with a serious expression. Right now, Fengya was already wary of his own Tianhuang Lightning Fire. Next, when he came into contact with the flames, his defenses would be further enhanced. At that time, the destructive power of the Tianhuang Lightning Fire would be pitifully low.

However, Hong Ling was not someone who would stand there and not fight back. After Dragonforming, he already had the strength to threaten someone at the peak of the Qi Refinement into Spirit. As long as Fengya did not enter the void, he would not pose much of a threat. With a point of his feet, the youth flashed, and already crossed thirty meters of distance between them, as his fist blasted towards Fengya. On the fist that was covered with dark golden Dragon Scale, lightning and fire flickered, emitting a terrifying destructive power.

Fengya's face changed, he looked at the incoming Fire Fist, and without thinking, he threw out a punch.

Both were pushed back by the opponent. However, Hong Ling still suffered from the loss of his weak cultivation, and was directly pushed back two meters, while Fengya was only pushed three meters back.

With his ruthlessness, Fengya instantly chanted the chant in a low voice to chant the scripture that Hong Ling was not able to spy on. An incomparably powerful storm stealthily brewed on the feathers behind his back, which was different from the dimensional wind he conjured on his fist earlier.

Hong Ling's gaze was fixated on the storm that was slowly beginning to gather between Fengya's wings. It was slowly compressing the surrounding air, causing ripples to form in the air. Wisps of violent spatial energy were slowly flowing into it, increasing the destructive force of the storm. Slowly, a silver wind blade took shape. It hung between the wings on Fengya's back, shining and extinguishing with the rise of Fengya's aura.

"Dimensional Wind Blade!" Hong Ling stared gloomily at the wind blade, his face covered in fine beads of sweat. "I never thought that after awakening the Roc Emperor's blood, you would actually be able to comprehend a Dimensional Wind Blade!"

Fengya smiled, with a casual wave of his hand, that silvery-white wind blade fell into his hands. He was very satisfied with Hong Ling's expression of fear. So, this Human Clan youth that had always been carefree, was also afraid!

"Heh heh, as expected of the Unique Aristocrat of Human Clan, to actually be able to recognize 'Dimensional Wind Blade'! This is a powerful force that can hunt down even the most powerful Spirit Refinement Cultivators! " Fengya smiled, his face returning to its usual charming look, "I still do not know your name, human. I do not know if I have the honor of knowing your name before you die. After all, I, Fengya, have never killed nameless people! "

"Great Chu Empire, Tianhuang City, Hong Ling!" A simple and short answer came out of the youth's mouth, his voice was like the biting cold of a frozen lake.

"Hong Ling! Very well, I will remember you. Now, let's test the strength of my Dimensional Wind Blade! " Fengya casually waved his hand, the silver wind blade in his hand struck towards Hong Ling.

In that moment, the threat of death swarmed into Hong Ling's heart. He thought about using the Yanhuang Monarch Mirror, but gave up in the end. To a cultivator of the same cultivation level, if he still needed to use Imperial Equipment s, then he might as well use them from the beginning and save himself a lot of trouble. Furthermore, Hong Ling knew that there was an extremely tyrannical aura in the sky above this place, secretly explaining everything here. With the Yanhuang Mirror's power, he could only leave it to him. Otherwise, even if he killed Fengya, he would be killed by the hibernating demon clan expert.

Weng, Sorrow Spirit once again transformed into a sword formation, protecting Hong Ling. Every sword was burning with dark golden lightning, raising the defensive layer of the sword formation to another level. The Mysterious Wind Blades ruthlessly slashed at the lightning and fire barrier formed by the sword formation, causing it to sway incessantly. This seemingly casual strike had consumed nearly ten percent of the Authentic Qi in Hong Ling's dantian. Hong Ling knew that if he could not think of a way, he would really have to use the Imperial Equipment.

"Eh? He actually dares to use an Earth Grade magic tool!?" Although you have temporarily protected me from my Dimensional Wind Blade by doing this, the consumption to your body must be huge! " As if he had discovered something especially fun, Fengya's face revealed an expression of excitement. Tsk tsk, you want to use this to buy time? But how long can you hold out? "

Once again, he swung his Wind Blade and struck the sword formation. There was a trace of excitement on his face as he smiled and said, "I really look forward to the scene of you being killed by me! I wonder, before death, would Unique Aristocrat of the Human Clan be as stubborn as they are? "

Hong Ling's consciousness quickly recalled the memories that came from the Yanhuang Mirror. There was the ten thousand years of accumulated knowledge of Na Luo and Hong Fu, as well as the Yanhuang Mirror's own memories. Abruptly, Hong Ling seemed to have discovered something, and a sharp light flashed past his eyes.

"Soul Devouring Technique, huh. By devouring the power of magic tools, one can obtain the power within them and raise one's rank in a short period of time!" Hong Ling stared at the sacred art imprint left behind by the Century-round Meridian in the Divine Court, his eyes blazing with fire.

With a thought, the Yanhuang Mirror in the Divine Court released a streak of fiery light, directly destroying the Century-round Meridian's sacred art imprint. Even the spatial teleportation gate that was about to be formed was shattered as well. As matters stood, after he obtained the Yanhuang Mirror, the imprint left on his body by the Century-round Meridian, was no longer of much use to him. However, if he devoured it with the Spirit Devouring Method, it would be able to raise his level by a level.

As long as he could reach the late stage of Qi Refinement into Spirit, then with his Dragonform, he had absolute confidence that he could defeat and even kill Fengya who had the 'Dimensional Wind Blade'. Thinking up to here, he circulated the Spirit Devouring Method without hesitation, devouring the energy of the Century-round Meridian's sacred art imprint that was crushed by it.

Bang, a strong force slowly came out from Hong Ling's body, shaking the Sorrow Spirit's illusion sword formation. The youth's aura was rising step by step as it charged toward a new peak. Ka ka ka, Hong Ling's body was continuously being washed away by the power of the Century-round Meridian's Sacred Imprint, causing him to feel unbearable pain. However, this kind of torture was nothing to him. After all, the Yanhuang Mirror had once devoured his power, causing him to faint for several months. With this matter in front of him, even though the Century-round Meridian was a saint artifact, it could still endure the pain.

"Ang!" An intimidating dragon roar rang out. Everyone looked at the youth standing in the middle of the dark golden colored lightning fire, their eyes filled with shock.

"Jin, I've leveled up!" Fengya swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, and it made a gulping sound. He looked at Hong Ling in front of him, and his voice trembled with disbelief as he said, "How is this possible!?"