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No.16 First Battle (Revised)

Beep, sect mission, Zeng Baichuan's duel. 1 1

The task description, to kill Zeng Baichuan, because the strength of the two is too different, there is no time limit.

Will you accept it?

Chen Feng stopped in his tracks, looked up, and saw a handsome young man wearing Lingyunmen costume, looking at him with a half-smile, with murderous intent flashing in his eyes from time to time.

Chen Feng's heart tightened and he frowned tightly, but subconsciously chose to accept it.

During the exchange of immortal arts between the two factions, free duels are allowed. The challenged party cannot retreat, and can only admit defeat when the battle is lost. If anyone dares to refuse the challenge, it will be regarded as a disgrace to the sect. If it is serious, it will be executed. Cultivation, reduced to a mortal.

"Senior Brother Zeng, I'm a newcomer to the inner court, and I haven't learned half of the skills. Your duel request seems a bit difficult." Chen Feng looked at Zeng Baichuan, thinking ### in his heart, what is the opponent's purpose.

"You want to refuse?"

Zeng Baichuan smiled sinisterly, the playfulness in his eyes was undisguised.

Chen Feng remained silent. Judging by his posture, Zeng Baichuan deliberately made trouble for him today. Since it was inevitable, Chen Feng simply put away his disguise, his face turned cold, and he said in a deep voice.

"Senior Brother Zeng, according to what you mean, today's battle between you and me is unavoidable?"

"That's when..." Zeng Baichuan looked arrogant and opened his mouth to answer, but before he finished speaking, he saw Chen Feng not far away, making a tactic with one hand, and the spiritual energy in his body was circulating, two crimson hot fireballs, Zou Ran appeared, and immediately the air around Chen Feng shook, and two fireballs hit Zeng Baichuan like lightning.

"childish!"

The fireball was extremely fast, and it came to Zeng Baichuan in an instant. Zeng Baichuan was stunned for a moment, then the corner of his mouth raised slightly, and one hand was empty. A small yellow shield appeared in front of his chest, firmly blocking himself behind him.

The whole body of the small shield is yellow, the body of the shield is shining with fluorescence, and traces of aura ### coiled around the small shield, one can tell that it is not a mortal thing at a glance.

"Bump!" Two scorching crimson fireballs slammed into the small shield the moment the small shield appeared, a ripple swayed around the small shield, and then the fireballs disappeared.

"Defensive spirit weapon?" Chen Feng was shocked. In order to increase his own strength, he has spent these days.I consulted many classics in the library, but what moved Chen Feng the most were the weapons used by the immortal cultivators.

In the realm of cultivating immortals, there are five types of weapons, spiritual weapons, mysterious weapons, treasure weapons, fairy weapons, and divine weapons. These five weapons are divided into three ranks, each with a huge difference in power.

"With your ant-like existence, what's the point of a sneak attack?" Zeng Baichuan saw Chen Feng's astonishment, his face was full of complacency, and a feeling of looking down on all living beings suddenly came to his mind. Come on, Chen Feng is just a bug that can be crushed to death by himself.

Chen Feng was terrified, the disparity between his own strength and the opponent's was too great, and he wanted to take the lead by taking the lead, but now it seemed that the opponent had a spiritual weapon to protect him, so he was afraid that he would lose terribly in this battle.

"Boy, accept your fate!" A Lingyun Sect disciple watching the battle laughed.

"Senior Brother Zeng, give him some power!"

"Yes, let him experience it, our Lingyun Sect is amazing!"

A group of Lingyunmen disciples shouted excitedly after Zeng Baichuan used the spiritual weapon, as if Chen Feng was already a fish on the board.

After Zeng Baichuan heard this, the arrogance on his face became even stronger, and the smile at the corner of his mouth became more and more intense.

Chen Feng gritted his teeth tightly, and ### flashed various methods in his mind, but without exception, these methods were all denied by Chen Feng. In the face of absolute strength, any strategy seemed so powerless.

Thinking of this, Chen Feng smiled wryly in his heart, but his hands kept moving, and hot fireballs appeared in the palm of his hand like fire snakes that kept swallowing.

"Fireball!" Chen Feng yelled angrily, and the fireball in his hand cut through the sky with a scorching heat, making crackling sounds, and smashed towards Zeng Baichuan with a whistling sound.

Zeng Baichuan laughed loudly, pointing in the air with his left hand, the small yellow shield automatically turned into a phantom in the air, blocking the flying fireballs one by one, then Zeng Baichuan grabbed the air with his right hand, and the wind blew around him, a small A tornado appeared in the palm of his hand.

"Wind mark technique?" Chen Feng's whole body was cold. Wind mark technique was a low-level immortal method during the Qi training period. It was fast and cost less spiritual power. It was very suitable for dealing with immortal cultivators whose cultivation level was lower than his own.

"Go!" Zeng Baichuan smiled, and the tornado in his hand flew out, turning into countless wind marks, and swept away Chen Feng.

Chen Feng looked at the wind marks all over the sky, and his heart fell to the bottom. There was no way for him to dodge such dense wind marks.

"Puff puff puff!" There was a muffled sound, and the sharp wind blade cut countless wounds in front of Chen Feng's body. Is there a gap between them?

Chen Feng was bleeding profusely, and his strong unwillingness made him stand up with difficulty, ready to condense the fireballs, but Zeng Baichuan obviously didn't give him a chance.

"Brother, you are too weak, let me teach you what is called immortality!"

Seeing Chen Feng covered in blood, Zeng Baichuan laughed loudly, and at the same time counted until the wind blade flew out again, a large piece of flesh and blood burst out from Chen Feng's body, and under the sunlight, it glowed a strange scarlet.

"Touch!" The powerful force of the wind blade sent Chen Feng flying two or three meters before landing. Chen Feng kept coughing violently, and large streams of blood flowed out of his mouth.

"Senior brother, how do you feel? Does it hurt?" Zeng Baichuan smiled and looked at Chen Feng, who was struggling to get up on the ground, the wind blades in his hands rose again, and the wind blades were like sharp knives, wreaking havoc on Chen Feng's body. The flesh and blood slowly left Chen Feng's body.

The strong pain had already made Chen Feng lose his ability to think, but he got up stubbornly again and again, looking at Zeng Baichuan with cold eyes, his eyes were full of resentment.

The midday sun cast warmth onto the earth, but Zeng Baichuan couldn't feel the slightest warmth at this moment. He quietly looked at Chen Feng who was still struggling to get up in a pool of blood, and his eyes full of resentment. , A sense of fear suddenly rose in my heart.

"Master, brother, that's enough, we, let's go!" A Lingyun sect disciple looked at Zeng Baichuan tremblingly, and said in a low voice.

"Yes, yes, brother, if this continues, he, he will die!"

Zeng Baichuan turned his head and looked at the group of juniors. In their eyes, Zeng Baichuan saw fear.

"Crack!" A bloody hand suddenly grabbed Zeng Baichuan's feet, and then a burst of scorching breath came. Zeng Baichuan didn't have time to think about it, and with a movement of his divine sense, the small yellow shield swished and stood in front of him.

"Bump!" There was a muffled sound, and two crimson fireballs hit the small shield, causing ripples before disappearing into nothingness.

Zeng Baichuan was frightened by the sudden attack and broke out in a cold sweat. He hurriedly looked down and saw a bloody man who could no longer see his face. He suddenly sighed and passed out. Also loosen weakly.

"Don't blame me!" A stern look suddenly flashed in Zeng Baichuan's eyes, whether it was because of Luzhong's elixir or Chen Feng's fierceness today, he had to get rid of him.

Thinking of this, Zeng Baichuan grabbed it with one hand, and several wind blades condensed in his hand...

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