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Within Chu Feng's body, the Crimson Gold Phoenix Golden Core emitted blazing pure Yang spiritual power, while the Azure Black Blade Intent Golden Core shot out a wisp of vast blade intent.

The two elements merge within the meridians and are infused into the blade.

when!

The swords clashed, producing a piercing metallic clang.

The cold air exploded where it came into contact with the flames, and all the bricks within a radius of three zhang (approximately 10 meters) cracked.

Gu Hanchuan felt a tingling sensation in his hand.

"This is the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm?!" His pupils contracted. "How can your spiritual energy be more abundant than mine?"

Chu Feng did not answer. With a flick of his wrist, the blade slid down the sword and aimed directly at Chu Feng's wrist.

After Gu Hanchuan withdrew his sword, he jumped, his toes touching the stone slab, and his whole body moved three zhang to the side.

"The Three Absolute Techniques of Ice Soul!"

He swung his sword and unleashed three streaks of azure sword energy, forming a triangular shape that blocked Chu Feng's retreat.

Each sword aura contained solidified icy power, causing the moisture in the air to visibly condense into frost.

Chu Feng also raised his sword and slashed at the three sword energies.

"Azure Annihilation Slash!"

A crimson-gold blade of light, imbued with the intent of a sword, roared out and shattered the three sword energies in a single strike.

The blade's momentum didn't diminish; it continued to slash towards Gu Hanchuan's heart.

Gu Hanchuan was taken aback. He gripped the sword hilt with both hands and raised the sword above his head to catch it.

boom!

He was pushed backward by the flash of the blade for seven or eight zhang, and the ground beneath his feet was plowed with two deep furrows.

A crack appeared on the blade of the cyan longsword, and a ball of golden flame flickered at the crack, impossible to extinguish.

Shaking his numb arm, Gu Hanchuan's face had turned pale.

The disciples watching were buzzing with discussion.

"Damn it! We're being suppressed!"

"Gu Hanchuan is at the late stage of the Golden Core realm!"

"Chu Feng seems even stronger than when he fought Long Aotian yesterday!"

Hongxiu noticed this too and whispered to Xia Hanyan, "Sister Xia, why didn't the young master use the same trick as yesterday?"

Xia Hanyan squinted at it for a while, then a slight smile appeared on her lips.

"Master is practicing."

Hongxiu was taken aback. Practice?

Using a genius in the late stage of the Golden Core realm for practice?

She glanced at Gu Hanchuan, who was being forced to retreat repeatedly, and then at Chu Feng's composed demeanor. She couldn't help but swallow hard. This young master is terrifying...

Gu Hanchuan on the field was completely panicked.

His prized Ice Soul Sword Technique was nothing more than a show in front of Chu Feng.

Each slash of that blood-red longsword carried a fiery aura that made his meridians tremble.

Even more terrifying, he could vaguely sense that every time the blade flashed by, something would gently touch his sea of ​​consciousness.

The feeling was faint, but extremely dangerous.

It's like someone is holding a needle and gesturing to your forehead, ready to prick you at any moment.

"hateful!"

Gu Hanchuan gritted his teeth and blocked another knife, but was so shocked that he was forced to retreat backward.

He had already taken more than a dozen blows, and his spiritual energy had been depleted by one-third.

But Chu Feng seemed to have suffered no damage whatsoever; on the contrary, his sword strikes grew even stronger.

This gap cannot be bridged by a higher level of understanding; it is a fundamental difference.

Chu Feng took another step forward, his blade slicing horizontally, forcing Gu Hanchuan to stand in front of a purple bamboo.

"Senior Brother Gu, you're not a good referee."

"Isn't it shameful to go down in a match and beat up the players yourself?"

Gu Hanchuan's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and the cracks in the longsword in his hand had spread to the hilt, and it could break at any moment.

He swallowed a mouthful of blood, gritted his teeth, and said in a low voice, "Chu Feng, you've won. I'm not going to concern myself with the Heavenly Abyss Token anymore. Let me go."

"Release me?" Chu Feng tilted his head and smiled. "I want to release you, but you just said you were going to arrest me. How are we going to settle this score?"

Gu Hanchuan's face was extremely ugly. At this moment, he secretly reached his left hand into his sleeve and touched a warm jade talisman.

That was his master, Elder Zhang, who gave him a life-saving trump card, containing the full power of a Nascent Soul cultivator's attack.

Elder Zhang had told him that it should not be used unless in dire straits.

Now, is this considered a dead end?

Gu Hanchuan stared at the blade so close to his face, and looked into Chu Feng's cold eyes. The last shred of hope in his heart vanished, and he abruptly crushed the jade talisman.

A devastating power surged from the shattered jade talisman.

Golden light shot into the sky, forming a huge tiger-shaped phantom that opened its blood-red maw and pounced on Chu Feng.

A terrifying pressure instantly enveloped the area within a hundred feet.

The disciples who were watching were so shocked that their legs went weak and they collapsed to the ground.

"A Nascent Soul...it's a Nascent Soul level attack!"

"Gu Hanchuan has gone mad! He's using his Nascent Soul to attack the jade talisman!"

"Run! The impact is affecting a huge area!"

The crowd erupted in chaos and scattered in all directions.

Xia Hanyan's face immediately turned ugly. She grabbed Hongxiu and retreated dozens of feet.

"Owner!"

She wanted to rush back, but the tiger-shaped phantom's pressure was too strong, even suppressing her peak Golden Core cultivation to the point of being unable to breathe.

"It's too late..." Xia Hanyan gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with anxiety.

The tiger-shaped phantom opened its massive maw, unleashing a torrent of Nascent Soul-level spiritual power that created visible ripples in the air.

Chu Feng felt his hair stand on end, and his two golden cores began to circulate wildly.

But when faced with an attack that transcends such a vast realm, his spiritual energy reserves are no different from using a water gun to spray a volcano.

Oh no, oh no, this is great!

Just as the tiger's fangs were less than three feet from Chu Feng's forehead, a crack silently appeared in the void above his head.

A slender, fair hand emerged from the crack, its delicate fingers slightly curved, and it gently flicked the tiger's shadow.

"bite."

The sound was very soft, like fingers lightly tapping a porcelain cup.

But the ferocious Nascent Soul tiger shadow, with its bared fangs and claws, shattered from head to toe under this attack, turning into countless golden specks of light that dissipated into the air like fireflies.

From its appearance to its disappearance, it was only a moment, as if it had never existed.

The entire room fell into a deathly silence.

Feng Jiuyou emerged from the crack and landed in front of Chu Feng.

She wore a dark palace dress with a subtle gold phoenix pattern, and her phoenix eyes were slightly lowered.

"Ancestor!"

The disciples watching suddenly felt their knees buckle and knelt down in unison.

Gu Hanchuan's face turned deathly pale instantly.

He was still clutching the broken jade talisman in his hand, and his fingers were trembling uncontrollably.

The attack just now was a life-saving talisman left by Elder Zhang. It was a full-force strike from a Nascent Soul cultivator, and it was just like that... flicked away with a single finger.

"Grandmaster, please forgive me!" Gu Hanchuan knelt down with a thud, his forehead hitting the broken stone slab. "This disciple was a judge of the Heavenly Abyss Token. Chu Feng used loopholes in the rules to challenge other token holders. This disciple was only maintaining order in the selection process!"

"He already has one Heavenly Abyss Token, it's unreasonable for him to try and steal a second one!"

"This disciple is truly at a loss!"

Feng Jiuyou looked down at him, her phoenix eyes devoid of any emotion.

"Are you done talking?"

Sweat dripped from Gu Hanchuan's forehead onto the gravel, and he could only nod repeatedly.