"Murong Xuanchen of the Murong family. The young man's snow-white teeth showed between his words.

"Flying Heaven Sect Fengfan, please teach me more. After all, the two of them are both immortal cultivators, so they are very polite in their words. Although Taiqing Zhenren had already read out the list of opponents before this, the opponents had to report their identities to each other on the stone platform.

With a wave of Murong Xuanchen's right hand, a pillar of yellow light as thick as a finger instantly emanated from the folding fan, and the brilliant light rushed towards Feng Fan like a meteor chasing the moon.

Feng Fan's right hand moved slightly, and the spear supreme magic weapon suddenly appeared, all the way to the pillar of light. The yellow pillar of light carried an aura like destroying heaven and earth, carrying a low sound of breaking the sky, and slammed into the spear.

With a sound of "Zheng", the two-color light evaporated, and countless afterimages burst out. Astonishing power and aura came like a storm, enveloping all around, and the area where the pillar of light and the spear collided suddenly emitted a dazzling brilliance and earth-destroying aura.

Feng Fan flicked his ten fingers at the spear, and countless pillars of light gushed out, bringing out a dazzling light. As the two pillars of light met, the surging and incomparable power crisscrossed and transformed into thousands of light and shadows.

Under a fierce impact, the two-color pillar of light disappeared. Feng Fan pointed at the spear, and in an instant, many blue flames appeared around the spear, and the spear scattered a dignified murderous aura around the flames.

Feng Fan suddenly waved his right hand, and the spear flew towards Murong Xuanchen with a blue flame. Feng Fan concentrated his Flying Fire Technique into the best magic weapon to attack his opponent, which was naturally extremely powerful.

Feeling the earth-shattering aura emanating from the spear, Murong Xuanchen's expression was solemn, and he didn't dare to slack off at all, and quickly unfolded the folding fan in his hand. In the folding fan is a picture of a toad with a dark complexion and dense nodules. The toad's eyes are extremely tiny and appear to be half-open and half-closed. A powerful aura emanated, bringing Feng Fan an extremely depressed feeling.

"A second-rank low-level initial level black black demon toad demon beast. Seeing this toad, Feng Fan quickly recognized what kind of demon beast it was.

It turned out that the folding fan in Murong Xuanchen's hand was a superb magic weapon sealed with the soul of a demon beast. The best magic weapon can seal the soul of the demon beast, and the best magic weapon that is sealed with the soul of the demon beast, the higher the level of the demon beast sealed in it, the stronger the power of this superb magic weapon.

The demon beasts sealed in the best magic weapons are limited to the first- and second-class demon beasts, the third- and fourth-class demon beast souls can only be sealed in the magic weapon, and the fifth- and sixth-rank demon beast souls can only be sealed in the ancient treasure. As for the seventh-rank Tribulation Period Demon Beast, it was impossible to seal its soul at all.

Sealing the Demon Beast Soul in a weapon is an extremely difficult thing to do, and only some special methods can do it. Only the best magic weapons can seal the soul of the demon beast, and the high-grade, medium-grade, and low-grade magic weapons are not allowed, so this kind of magic weapon that seals the demon beast is extremely rare.

The strength of the demon beast's soul sealed within it is slightly lower than the actual cultivation of this demon beast before its death, and with continuous use, the soul of this demon beast will gradually dissipate.

The black black demon toad flew out of the fan, opening its mouth and spewing out a pillar of light as thick as an arm. The moment the pillar of light and the spear met, a huge voice burst out. The violent power spread, the two-color brilliance flickered, and Sen Han's killing intent rushed towards the surroundings, as if the sea was overturned.

Murong Xuanchen's heart sank, because he knew that the Murong family attached great importance to this competition, and the patriarch Murong Fengyang also gave him this superb fan magic weapon sealed with a second-rank low-level initial level demon beast.

The elders of the family once said that with his own strength, combined with the power of the black black demon toad in the fan, it was difficult for ordinary Qi Gathering Period monks to resist. But at this time, it seems that in the process of holding on to the opponent, even if his true yuan quickly poured into the folding fan, the black black demon toad failed to defuse the opponent's attack in a short time.

Feng Fan secretly smiled bitterly, the opponent actually had such a sharp weapon. If it weren't for relying on the best magic weapon sealed with the beast soul, Murong Xuanchen might have been defeated at this time.

Under the stone platform, a middle-aged man sitting next to Huanyue Zhenren had a solemn expression, and this person was Murong Fengyang, the patriarch of the Murong family. I thought that as soon as the black black demon toad came out, Murong Xuanchen would definitely defeat his opponent soon. But he didn't expect the strength of the Flying Heaven Sect Fengfan to be so strong, and it seemed that he still had a slight upper hand in the fight with the Black Black Demon Toad, which made Murong Fengyang have a bad premonition in his heart.

Feng Fan attacks his opponent with his own True Yuan control spear, so the True Yuan is consumed quickly. Feng Fan's heart moved, and the spear flew back.

The black black demon toad flew back into the folding fan under the control of Murong Xuanchen's divine sense, only to see that the black black demon toad in the folding fan had become much lighter in color, which was a sign of huge consumption of true yuan.

Murong Xuanchen put away the folding fan, his right hand moved slightly, and a long sword suddenly appeared in his hand. The long sword in his hand suddenly bloomed with countless brilliant brilliance, which formed a stark contrast to Rong Xuanchen's cold face.

With a wave of Murong Xuanchen's one hand, a fierce sword aura suddenly emanated. Murong Xuanchen raised his hand with one hand, and the long sword came out of his hand, and flew towards Feng Fan quickly, and the sword light emanating from the long sword shrouded Feng Fan like a storm.

Feng Fan's left hand quickly pointed at the spear, and the spear flew forward. Halfway through, the spear burst out with a little light, shining brightly in the reflection of the day, like a star.

The two magic weapons met, and there was a crisp sound. The tremendous force was like a volcanic eruption, and the violent shaking caused the void to tremble, and its momentum swept through the sky.

Murong Xuanchen flicked his ten fingers at the long sword, and the long sword seemed to be swept by a violent wind, exuding a stronger momentum. Not to be outdone, Feng Fan shot several magic duels at the spear in a row. The spear let out a humming sound, and the air soared into the sky.

The two fought together again, and there was a loud bang. The monstrous ferocity poured like a raging wave. The void rippled, and the two colors of light bloomed and surged.

Huge spiritual power fluctuations scattered and floated away, and deafening sounds sounded continuously, exuding the power of destroying the sky. After a short period of impact, the brilliance on the two magic weapons suddenly disappeared, and they flew back into the hands of the two of them very quickly.

As the sword rose again, Murong Xuanchen's body did not stop any longer, and rushed towards Feng Fan at great speed. Murong Xuanchen's body exuded a fierce True Yuan, and the long sword advanced rapidly with Murong Xuanchen's body, and the sword became stronger and stronger. Murong Xuanchen had already come to Feng Fan like lightning, and the energy that erupted hit Feng Fan like a storm.

Feng Fan brandished his spear, and countless rays of light mixed with huge True Yuan surged towards the long sword, and countless fierce bombardment sounds suddenly came out from the two spell weapons that struck each other. Murong Xuanchen's body was extremely fast, and his whole person seemed to turn into a swift wind to attack all parts of Feng Fan's body.

Feng Fan kept swinging his spear, turning into countless Dao Exercises, forming invisible defenses and sealing himself incomprehensibly. Murong Xuanchen's countless crazy attacks were resolved one by one, and he couldn't help his opponent at all.

Some of the monks under the stone platform were dumbfounded, and they were deeply attracted by this wonderful competition. Murong Fengyang's face was gloomy, judging from Feng Fan's calm expression and Murong Xuanchen's somewhat slowed down posture, he knew that Murong Xuanchen's true yuan consumption was large. It seems that if Murong Xuanchen wants to defeat Feng Fan, he must fight quickly, otherwise as time goes by, Feng Fan's chances of winning will become higher and higher.