Nan Peibai heard Ruonan read out the results, his face was full of smiles, and he looked enthusiastic. In the previous three early competitions between the two major families, the Dow family won two, while the Nan family won one. Now that Feng Fan has won one game, the total result of the game has changed from a game behind to a draw, which makes Nan Peibai sincerely happy.

"The next battle will be between Dao Hanling of the Dao family and Cheng Haoxuan of the Nan family. Dao Ruonan groaned for a while, saw Dao Qianliu slowly leave the arena, and then read it out loud.

Soon after Dao Ruonan read it, a young 'woman' in purple walked into the arena. This young 'girl' has a slender figure, white teeth and red lips, long shawl hair, and a pair of jet-black eyes flashing a deep gaze. The slender waist, snow-white skin, and a pair of towering twin peaks are wrapped in a yew tree, showing an extremely charming 'seduction' state. This 'girl' walked into the arena, and whether it was the Dao family or the Nan family monks, they all became quiet.

"Cheng Haoxuan of the Nan family. Feng Fan's face was full of no 'waves', and he said calmly.

"The Dao family has a spirit. A very charming voice came from the mouth of the 'woman' on the other side, and some of the monks who were watching around couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva. Seeing the opponent's calm appearance, Dao Hanling's heart sank slightly, knowing that he had met an extremely calm and powerful opponent.

Feng Fan's mind moved, and a True Yuan Imperial Shield appeared around his body. Dao Hanling flicked a storage bracelet on his right wrist, and a silver-white 'color' light flashed, and a Fang Tian painting halberd appeared in front of him.

The small halberd that was inches long suddenly swelled under a single finger, and turned into a behemoth of a length of a few feet, exuding a dazzling rainbow. With a flick of Dao Hanling's one-sided sleeve robe, Fang Tian's painting halberd carried a fierce gang wind and 'shot' towards Feng Fan. Because Gu Bao castrates extremely quickly, cyclones form in the surrounding space.

With a wave of one hand, a huge blood axe flew out. Under Feng Fan's single finger, the blood axe suddenly emitted endless blood and slashed towards the flying Fang Tian Painting Halberd. Ten thousand rays of blood shrouded it, and the surrounding area was filled with a thick bloody aura.

When the two ancient treasures met, there was a deafening sound, forming a violent spatial "wave". Under the control of the two of them, the two ancient treasures were 'fiercely' fighting. The silver and blood 'color' brilliance 'intertwined' and entangled with each other, and they did not give in to each other, like two manic monsters.

"This person is really strong!" "When watching the competition between Feng Fan and Dao Qianliu just now, Dao Hanling knew that Feng Fan, as an initial level monk in the middle stage of Dacheng, could exert the strength equivalent to that of an initial level monk in the late stage of Dacheng, and at this time, he personally experienced the strength of the opponent and felt the power equivalent to the initial level monk in the late stage of Dacheng emanating from the blood axe, Dao Hanling was still secretly shocked in his heart.

Feng Fan pointed at the blood axe with one hand, and the blood axe conjured up ten thousand blood rays, enveloping the huge Fang Tian Painting Halberd. In the process of the continuous contraction of the blood, it gradually turned into a blood cocoon, trapping Fang Tian's halberd in it.

The ancient treasure inside the blood cocoon seemed to feel an extremely oppressive force, so it began to shake violently, trying in vain to get out of the blood cocoon. However, because the strength was half a level apart, the blood cocoon was still gradually shrinking, and the ancient treasure that was shaking violently inside it had no intention of defeating the blood cocoon at all.

Feeling that the connection between Fang Tian's painting halberd in the blood cocoon and himself had become distant, Dao Han's spiritual face changed slightly, and he used his thumb to slash the index finger of the same hand, and then flicked one finger, and a drop of blood 'excited' and 'shot' towards the blood cocoon.

When that drop of blood approached the blood cocoon, a dazzling silver glow suddenly emanated from within it, enveloping the drop of blood, and then quickly devouring it. The ancient treasure silver mangs in the blood cocoon were masterful, and the aura became powerful, and they rampage in a rage. The blood cocoon began to tremble violently under the impact of the powerful force, and seemed to have the intention of collapsing at any moment.

With a wave of Feng Fan's one-sided robe, the body of the blood axe not far from the blood cocoon shook, and a huge blood-colored axe shadow slashed towards the blood cocoon. At the moment when the axe shadow approached the blood cocoon, the blood cocoon suddenly spread out a huge crack when Feng Fan's mind moved. The Fang Tian Painting Halberd inside was about to rush out, and the blood-colored axe shadow rushed into it along the crack.

There was a loud sound of "Zheng", and the axe shadow slashed Fang Tian's halberd. Although the axe shadow disappeared in an instant, Fang Tian's painting halberd seemed to be rapidly weakening under this earth-shattering blow, losing its previous mania and becoming quiet.

The cracks in the blood cocoon healed quickly, and then continued to contract slowly. When it shrank to about the size of Fang Tian's painting halberd, it made a "squeaky ......" sound, and the Fang Tian painting halberd in the blood cocoon began to deform and shrink under the squeezing of the blood cocoon.

The Fang Tian Painting Halberd, which was connected to the main body, was squeezed by the blood sacrifice and gradually shrunk, and Dao Hanling felt a slight roar in his head, and his 'chest' mouth was extremely troubled.

At this time, Dao Hanling had two choices, one was to immediately give up the control of his Gu Bao Fang Tian Painting Halberd, and this uncomfortable feeling would disappear immediately. Either continue to use your divine sense to '' this ancient treasure with difficulty, but you will continue to endure that extremely depressing feeling, after all, it is an extremely uncomfortable thing to forcibly take away control of your ancient treasure.

Dao Hanling continuously swiped his index finger with his thumb, and then threw out three drops of blood. When these few drops of blood were extremely close to the blood cocoon, they were quickly swallowed up by the silver 'colored' light emitted by the Heavenly Painting Halberd inside it.

The momentum of the Fang Tian Painting Halberd inside the blood cocoon swelled wildly, and it seemed that its strength was infinitely close to that of the initial level cultivator in the late stage of Dacheng, and at the same time, it began to stir and flip violently within the blood cocoon.

With a "boom", the blood cocoon burst open as it was attacked by a continuous and powerful force. Although Fang Tian's painting halberd came out of trouble, its complexion was much darker, and its momentum had weakened a lot. Dao Han's spiritual face became a little pale, because he had not only lost a few drops of 'essence' blood just now, but also consumed a huge amount of divine consciousness before his ancient treasure finally escaped the siege of the blood cocoon.

With a move of Dao Hanling's right hand, Fang Tian's halberd flew back. Halfway through, the ancient treasure turned into an inch-long 'obsessed' thing, and was put into the storage bracelet that Dao Hanling wore on his right wrist.

Dao Han shook the storage bracelet with murderous intent, and sixteen silver-white 'colored' flying swords flew out in sequence. The silver sword hovered according to a certain trajectory, emitting countless silver rays. These silver rays were condensed and condensed, forming countless strange runes. Under the urging of Dao Hanling's two-handed magic decision, the silver 'colored' flying sword flew towards Feng Fan from all directions.

"It turns out that this sword formation can exert the strength equivalent to that of an initial level monk in the late stage of Dacheng!" Feeling the aura emanating from the sixteen silver-colored flying swords after turning into a strange sword formation, Feng Fan secretly marveled in his heart.

After a few breaths, each of the sixteen flying swords stopped a few feet away from Feng Fan. With a wave of one hand, the silver sword spun rapidly, and at the same time, it emitted a Dao sword glow, sweeping towards the wind and the earth.

Feng Fan raised his hand with one hand, and a golden ray rose into the air, and a golden ring quickly soared. Under Feng Fan's single finger, the golden ring suddenly emitted ten thousand golden rays, enveloping Feng Fan's surroundings and forming a closed defensive light shield. The body of the Golden Ring Ancient Treasure stayed three feet above Feng Fan's head, constantly emitting golden rays.

"Wow ......" Countless voices came out, and countless sword rays cut on the light shield formed by the Golden Ring Ancient Treasure, although the sword light exuded an aura equivalent to that of a beginner-level monk in the late stage of Dacheng, but the power of a monk of this level was also emitted from the golden 'color' light mask, so the two forces were evenly matched.

Dao Hanling took out countless pieces of super-rank crystal 'jade', quickly absorbed the true yuan from it, and then continued to point quickly at the sword array, and the sword array sent out uninterrupted fierce attacks.

The Feng Fan under the golden ring continued to inject the true element into the golden ring, and the ancient treasure continued to emit golden rays under the 'manipulation' control of the Feng Fan True Yuan and the divine sense, so that the golden 'colored' light mask that was constantly trembling under the sword attack was constantly repaired and condensed.

Although the True Yuan consumed by Feng Fan could be continuously replenished through the Crystal 'Jade', from the last competition to the present, the Divine Consciousness consumed by it has not been replenished at all. Dao Hanling knew that it would be difficult to win if he took a strong attack in a short period of time, after all, the strength that the opponent could exert was half a level higher than his own. Therefore, at this time, Dao Hanling urged sixteen flying swords and set up a sword array to launch a rapid attack on Feng Fan, just to consume Feng Fan's true yuan as soon as possible, so as to finally make him defeat without a fight.

After a stick of incense, Feng Fan, who felt that his divine sense was consuming a lot and had already seen the Dao Spiritual Intentions, had a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and flipped it with one hand, and a spirit pill appeared in his hand. Feng Fan swallowed the elixir, its momentum soared, and the loss of divine consciousness was completely restored.

"Replenish the Divine Pill!" Sweeping Feng Fan with his divine sense, Dao Hanling immediately understood what kind of elixir Feng Fan was swallowing, so he exclaimed. At this time, the situation immediately reversed as Feng Fan swallowed a Divine Replenishing Pill.

Originally, if the current situation continued, Dao Hanling would first exhaust Feng Fan's divine sense and win. After all, Feng Fan had consumed a huge amount of divine consciousness after experiencing the last competition, and in this competition, Dao Hanling attacked Feng Fan with great strength, so if Feng Fan did not swallow a replenishing divine pill, his divine consciousness would definitely be exhausted first.

But Feng Fan swallowed a Divine Replenishment Pill and replenished all the lost Divine Sense, and Dao Hanling immediately fell into a disadvantageous situation. If this attack continues, Dao Hanling's divine consciousness will be exhausted before Feng Fan.

Thinking that Dao Hanling, who would undoubtedly be defeated if he continued, pointed at the sword formation with a gloomy face, and the sixteen flying swords around Feng Fan suddenly gathered. Dao Hanling pinched a spell at the gathered flying swords, and then secretly recited a spell. The sixteen flying swords were completely condensed together and turned into a huge flying sword. Dao Hanling waved one hand, and the giant sword soared into the air.