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Under the sunlight, Lin Zifeng's tall stature seemed very powerful. With a long spear in hand, he looked like a living spear god from afar, giving off an indescribably sharp aura.

Spiritual Weapon.

As a powerful part of the cultivation world, this was an existence every cultivator yearned for.

A single Spiritual Weapon, even if it was the most ordinary kind, would be enough for a cultivator of the same realm to completely defeat a person of the same realm.

Therefore, in the eyes of cultivators, Spiritual Weapon were of great importance.

"It's over." Ji Linger muttered, his gaze complex.

Lin Zifeng's cultivation realm was already higher than Li Yi's, and now, he even took out the Spiritual Weapon, there was no comparison between the two.

"Break three of my fingers, you're the first." Lin Zifeng icily opened his mouth as he clenched his spear with his left hand, as a spear intent shot out.

"Not only will I break three of your fingers, I will also cut you off." Li Yi raised his head, and said coldly. The battle intent in his eyes exploded, and he attacked first.

Three years had passed.

The youth from before had already grown up.

How are you, old enemies?

The scenes from the past surfaced in his mind. Li Yi felt suffocated, angry, and unwilling, as if he was about to release all of his emotions at this moment.

Endure, it was too bitter.

He opened his eyes. They were clear, dark, sad, unwilling, angry, and all sorts of emotions appeared one after another. In the end, they were all frozen in ice.

With a wave of his hand, he picked up a dried up branch from the ground.

In the moment when the white spear did not stab out, Li Yi used the dried up branches as sword and directly slashed down.

In that instant, the sky was filled with layers upon layers of lights as Sword Intent appeared. A touch of vicissitude spread outwards, not like Li Yi at all, but more like the sword god of ancient times at hand.

As the branches fell, the sword qi engulfed the area in front of them. Countless Sword Intent s burst forth and slashed into Lin Zifeng's body from all directions.

"Open!"

Lin Zi Feng's face was filled with coldness, he roared, his long spear trembled, spirit energy gushed out, and directly blocked Li Yi's Attack.

The light and shadows that filled the sky disintegrated, and all the Sword Intent started to dissipate.

The long white spear thrust out. The spear intent condensed into a fierce beast that rushed over.

He was too powerful. The two meridian gates burst open at the same time, and spirit energy gushed out. Every strand of spirit energy that blossomed was as heavy as Mt.

"So powerful."

Li Yi muttered. His expression was solemn as he released his spirit energy. It was far more terrifying than he imagined.

He couldn't help but admit that he had underestimated that realm.

However, this was not the reason for him to give up.

He had used three talismans to cut off Lin Zifeng's right hand, so he did not give his opponent the chance to grab his weapon. Now, even though he had taken out the Spiritual Weapon, he had used his left hand.

If a Martial Cultivator lost their master, how much strength could they display? He did not believe that Lin Zifeng could perform perfectly.

At this point, he took a deep breath, and his body flickered as he quickly retreated.

A long spear intent enveloped down, straight towards Li Yi, the killing intent burst out, filling the entire small battlefield.

Pfft!

Inadvertently, Li Yi was swept away by the other party's Spear Intent, leaving a deep red wound on his left arm.

"Despair!"

Lin Zi Feng laughed coldly, he looked at the latter, as though he was looking at a dead man, following that, he raised his spear, causing gales to howl as he walked out, like a death god that pressed down towards Li Yi.

Too powerful.

In the distance, the crowd was suffocating as waves rippled through their hearts.

Wen Yuqing's face turned white, she clenched her hands tightly, if not for Ji Linger holding her back, perhaps she would have already walked out.

In the entire scene, only Qin Meng appeared to be very calm.

One hit, two hits …

When Lin Zifeng's Attack had reached its fourth time, its speed had clearly decreased, and the two meridians in his body were no longer surging. His eyes turned cold, as if he had realized something.

Although he had lost three of his fingers, this did not affect his strength.

However, the terrifying thing was that the amount of energy consumed to hold a weapon in his left hand was far greater than that of his right.

On the fourth try of the Attack, he was clearly exhausted. His speed decreased and his movements slowed down.

Hm?

At this moment, his pupils constricted.

What was unbelievable was that after the whole fight, Li Yi who had always been at a disadvantage, actually attacked at this moment.

He walked towards the white spear with his left hand gripping the dried up branch. His figure swayed in the cool breeze, appearing tragic, firm, and even indescribably majestic.

BOOM!

The nine dans in his body burst out without restraint, and the branch in his hand directly chopped out, causing the sky to flash with light.

His speed was extremely fast, and the branch he slashed out returned to his hand. With another slash and a sweep, three simple moves overlapped each other in an instant. Puff!

Qin Meng spat out a mouthful of wine and looked at Li Yi with a startled expression.

Wasn't those three simple moves taught by him? However, even he was unable to achieve three overlaps. How did he do it?

The first Sword Intent slashed down, blocking the long spear in Lin Zifeng's hands, the second split open his protective aura and the third one cut straight into his Qi Sea.

In the blink of an eye, all of his meridians and techniques were thrown into chaos.

He opened his eyes and stared at the thin figure. He could not understand how a person in the same realm could break through his spiritual energy protection.

After layers and layers of light flashed, Li Yi's figure had already rushed over, and the dried up branch in his hand unhesitatingly stabbed into Lin Zifeng's heart.

With a "pfft" sound, Lin Zifeng coughed out a large mouthful of blood. His face was contorted as he opened his mouth slightly, revealing a look of disbelief.

Drip! Drip!

The entire world went silent. The only sound that could be heard was the sound of Lin Zifeng's chest dripping blood onto the ground. Although it wasn't very loud, it was very clear.

Clang!

The white spear left his hand and he spat out another mouthful of blood. He staggered backwards, his face pale.

He had lost.

He was proud that he lost to an unknown brat.

What happened?

What just happened?

A mere Pulse Condensation expert had been killed by an Awakened Soul Realm cultivator?

Everyone gradually recovered from the shock, shock, and shock. Their mouths were wide open, as if their words were no longer able to explain the scene in front of them.

Two months had passed and Lin Wufeng had lost, and Lin Xiaofeng had also lost. Now, Lin Zifeng was also going to be killed by Li Yi.

The crowd could not understand. Just how many more crazy things was this thin fellow going to do?

He also looked at his left arm and slightly opened his mouth. He still wanted to say more, and voice out all the questions in his heart.

However, the beating of his heart gradually stopped, and all his words seemed to be stuck in his throat.

"You lost!"

Within the cool breeze, his pale figure seemed incredibly frail. His soft voice echoed clearly, and within his pale face, there was an indescribable stubbornness.

What no one noticed was that his entire left hand seemed to be trembling, and the frequency became even higher.

In that seemingly simple battle, besides 10% of his strength, at least 90% of it was a gamble. Luckily, he won the gamble, and the move he used with his left arm could really block the powerhouse from the meridian.