All the monks under the ring were in a commotion, not for other reasons, but this red figure brought a strong impact to people's vision after the fourth ring was settled.

This is a woman holding a scabbard in her left hand, this woman's beauty cannot be described in words, she is a little more plump than Zhao Feiyan, a little less graceful than Yang Yuhuan, but there is a heroic spirit that the two beauties do not have.

Wearing a red power suit, he feels enthusiastic and unrestrained, but the expression on his face is not close to anyone, his long aqua blue hair is tied to the back of his head with a red ribbon, and the incompatibility of water and fire reveals the right harmony.

The woman stood opposite Lu Qingfeng, holding the long sword with her right hand and left hand, looked at Lu Qingfeng and smiled slightly, and said lightly: "The little sister is from the Middle Fall Divine Continent, her name is Ling Feixue, please ask Brother Lu for advice." ”

Hearing Ling Feixue report his name, Lu Qingfeng was shocked, he didn't expect that there were people who came here so far away from the Middle Fall Divine Continent, but he sighed that he didn't even come out of such a small place as the Nanrong Empire.

This is a martial arts arena regardless of life and death, he can't afford to think too much, he calmed down, hugged his fist to Ling Feixue and said: "Don't dare to give advice, the girl is a guest from afar, and it doesn't hurt to learn a thing or two." ”

In fact, the last thing Lu Qingfeng wants to meet is a woman, whether it is a friend or an enemy, he is not willing to do anything with him, and the only time he does it with a woman in his life is when he teaches Nanrong Jingxuan in the sect.

Now in this ring, in front of nearly 10 million spectators below, admitting defeat for no reason is not Lu Qingfeng's style, if that is the case, the last ten consecutive wins will be meaningless, besides, let a woman scare away, Lu Qingfeng himself will feel embarrassed.

Ling Feixue stood still and didn't move, Lu Qingfeng said, "Please Miss Ling make a move." "Okay," Ling Feixue snorted, "Offended." ”

After that, the long sword was unsheathed, and the scabbard in his left hand disappeared immediately, as soon as the long sword in Ling Feixue's hand came out of the sheath, a breeze immediately blew in the ring, obviously it was just a breeze, but it gave people the feeling that there was a slight stinging pain all over the body.

Lu Qingfeng is eyes lit up, it turned out to be the wind attribute artistic conception, and it was not a simple wind attribute artistic conception, it also contained a trace of killing sword intent, so that Feixue's wind attribute artistic conception and killing sword intent were rarely cultivated in the entire Meteor Star Star, and it seemed that this woman must have an extraordinary background.

Anyone who is infected by this woman can't help but tremble all over, Lu Qingfeng's face is more solemn, now Ling Feixue feels that Lu Qingfeng is very dangerous, and he must go all out to fight against this woman, and if he has a little negligence, he may capsize here.

Lu Qingfeng also instantly drank the blood sword in his hand, only to hear Ling Feixue's mouth scream: "Wind God Sword Technique." The two fought together in an instant.

Ling Feixue's artistic conception of the wind attribute is combined with a hint of killing sword intent, which highlights the fast and very spicy, no matter how fast she is, Lu Qingfeng is not afraid at all, how can the artistic conception of the wind be compared with the true meaning of fast and slow, among the monks of the Void Truth Realm, it is even more rare to be able to comprehend the true meaning of fast and slow.

Before Lu Qingfeng joined the Qingyun Sword Sect, he had already gone through the real yàn outside the sect, and at that time his soul was not lower than the powerhouse of the Supreme True Realm, at that time he was the cultivator of the Upper True Realm, and now that he has reached the Void True Realm, the soul realm has long been comparable to the true god powerhouse.

Fast and slow artistic conception coupled with strong soul power, Ling Feixue's every move and style are like snail climbing in Lu Qingfeng's eyes, and the martial arts that are flawless in the eyes of others are full of flaws in Lu Qingfeng's eyes.

Lu Qingfeng was always able to accurately discover the weakness of Ling Feixue's every move, the Blood Drinking Sword specifically attacked the acupuncture points of Ling Feixue's body, it seemed that the Taiyi Xuanmen Sword was cast very slowly, but every time he attacked Ling Feixue's acupoints, it was always as fast as lightning.

Lu Qingfeng's fast and slow artistic conception combined with the Taiyi Xuanmen Sword to force Ling Feixue's attack, and when he was halfway through, he had to change his moves halfway, and the people under the ring couldn't see what was going on, only Ling Feixue knew best in his heart how aggrieved the battle between himself and Lu Qingfeng was.

Every time Lu Qingfeng finished defending a move, a fierce attack followed, and Ling Feixue was very passive, and the artistic conception of the wind attribute did not have the slightest advantage in front of Lu Qingfeng.

Now everyone watching the battle under the ring was very puzzled, they had all seen the battle between Lu Qingfeng and Shen Qianqiu, and at that time, Lu Qingfeng displayed the water attribute sword intent that was about to reach the fifth order. Why don't you use sword intent in the duel with this woman.

Of course, the monks watching the battle in the audience would not understand that now Lu Qingfeng had used his powerful soul power and fast and slow true intent, which was even more terrifying than sword intent, if Lu Qingfeng cast the mystic technique of attack at this time, he would be able to kill Ling Feixue in the ring in an instant.

The battle between Lu Qingfeng and Ling Feixue, half an hour could not tell the winner, half an hour passed, Lu Qingfeng was already very familiar with Ling Feixue's path, and there was no need to stalemate any longer, without the slightest hesitation, he directly cast an instant light, and at the moment when Ling Feixue closed his eyes, Lu Qingfeng unleashed his self-created sword swing.

The blood-drinking sword swept out, the pale silver light flashed, and swept straight towards Ling Feixue, and when Ling Feixue opened her eyes again, the pale silver light had already reached her face, and it was too late to take other measures, Ling Feixue was directly swept out of the ring by Lu Qingfeng's sword.

After cultivating to break through to the Void True Realm, Lu Qingfeng's control of the True Yuan has reached the level of sending and receiving from the heart, and the power control is just right, when fighting against people, if Lu Qingfeng wants to stab the long sword into the opponent by an inch, it will definitely not be three points.

In the past, Lu Qingfeng's sword swing just now would definitely cut the opponent's sword in half, but today it was just a matter of giving Zhenyuan a strong inertia, just knocking Ling Feixue away.

Ling Feixue was swept outside the ring by Lu Qingfeng's sword, and quickly stood firm, put the sword in her hand into the sheath, looked at Lu Qingfeng and hugged her fists and said: "Thank you Brother Lu for your mercy, if you have the opportunity to meet in the future, you will ask Brother Lu for advice again." After speaking, he flew towards the periphery of the crowd, and in the blink of an eye, the red figure disappeared.

At this point, Lu Qingfeng won the second ten-game winning streak, went to the referee to receive the jade medal representing the second ten-game winning streak, turned around and flew off the ring.

After two ten consecutive victories, Lu Qingfeng used a total of three sword intents, which were the transformation of the three true elements of water, fire, and metal, all of which had reached a very light color, and it was not far from the fifth-order sword intent. Everyone knew that Lu Qingfeng was a monk with three attributes and had reached the realm of Void and Truth, and when Lu Qingfeng flew off the ring and walked outside, the crowd of onlookers quickly made way for him.

No matter where it is, people will have special respect when they see a genius, like Lu Qingfeng, who is less than thirty years old, there are really a lot of Void Truth Realm monks in this square of Bixia Palace, but Lu Qingfeng is a three-attribute Void Realm in the eyes of others, this is another matter, I am afraid that there will be no second Void Realm Cultivator of three attributes here.

The people who can come to participate in the Rising Star Ring are all monks under the age of thirty, and their cultivation is above the Immortal True Realm, these people are all arrogant and arrogant in their hometowns, and they can make them feel awe-inspiring in their hearts, and they don't need to think about it to know how evil it will be.

Like yesterday, Lu Qingfeng did not return to the hotel, but continued to watch the other battles in the ring. glanced at the other four rings and found that in the second ring, there was a person fighting Yan Peng.

Now it is already the ninth monk who is on the stage to fight against Yan Peng, and he has the same cultivation as Yan Peng, both of them are at the peak of the Immortal True Realm, holding a mace in his hand, wielding it impermeable.

It's just that this person's sword intent is only in the second stage, and every time the mace is wielded, it will bring out a very obvious silver-white sword qi. Looking at Yan Peng again, the long sword was only wrapped in a faint silver-white True Yuan sword qi, and the sword intent had already reached the fourth stage.

And Yan Peng also comprehended the artistic conception of fast and slow, in contrast, Yan Peng obviously wanted to have the upper hand, and the long sword in Yan Peng's hand was like a phantom.

The mace is strong and heavy, Yan Peng's steps are light, his body is dexterous, and he adopts the method of avoiding the real and avoiding the virtual, but the person who uses the mace will undoubtedly consume more true yuan in the process of fighting because the level of sword intent is too low, even if it is consumed for such a long time, the person who uses the mace in the end will be defeated because the true yuan is exhausted.

It's just that Yan Peng doesn't want to waste time with him, no matter how impenetrable the mace wields, he can't hide from Yan Peng, who has mastered the artistic conception of speed and slowness, as long as there is the slightest flaw, Yan Peng will also be caught in the stitches, and in the end, Yan Peng finally seized the opportunity, pierced the heart with a sword, and the dead body fell on the ring.

Although there are nearly 10 million monks in the ring, the number of people who compete in the ring is not continuous, and there will be a period of intervals in between each victory over an opponent.

Because there are clear rules in the ring, as long as you are on the stage, it doesn't matter if you live or die, you don't have a little certainty, you will never dare to take the stage lightly, after all, everyone has only one life, and the monk has a longer life than ordinary people, and life is more nourishing than ordinary people, so he also cherishes life more.

Among the nearly 10 million monks, more than 80% of them are cultivators of the Immortal True Realm, and when they reach the Immortal True Realm, they have a lifespan of a thousand years, and they are all great generals in any empire, so they are even more afraid of death.

Yan Peng waited in the ring for less than a minute, and finally a person flew into the ring and stood opposite Yan Peng, this person was the same as Yan Peng, he was also holding a long sword in his hand, and after exchanging names, the two fought together.

This person is comprehended earth attribute sword intent, the color has become very light, the long sword swinged, like a hill pressed towards Yan Peng, the simple earth attribute sword intent is not suitable for attacking, because of his heaviness, so it will be inferior in speed.

The earth attribute sword intent is used in defense, and it has a very obvious advantage, although Yan Peng has mastered the fast and slow sword intent, it is inferior in strength, although the metallic sword intent has reached the fourth order, it is restrained by the opponent's earth attribute true yuan sword intent.

The two fought to the end, Yan Peng was also forced out of the real fire, and finally found a flaw in the other party, and kicked the other party out of the ring with a sword and a kick.

The battle between Yan Peng and the tenth person lasted too long, and there was not much true yuan left in his body, when he floated down the ring to Lu Qingfeng's side, his face was very pale, and when he saw Yan Peng like this, everyone was not in the mood to look any further, and they all followed Yan Peng back to the hotel room to recover the true yuan.