The strongest door-to-door son-in-law

Chapter 1339
On the spacious competition stage, the two men each held a sword and started fighting.

Figures intertwined, sword light danced, and the hard ground was torn apart by deep cracks caused by the vertical and horizontal sword energy.

In just a few tens of seconds, the two had already exchanged hundreds of moves, and the competition stage was completely torn apart.

"They are both so strong."

"Yes, that boy can actually resist so many moves against Brother Chang Jun."

"Brother Changjun must not have used all his strength yet..."

The young disciples were amazed at their debut.

When Ye Feng's sharp sword was blocked by Dongfang Changjun, Ye Feng directly punched Dongfang Changjun in the head.

Dongfang Changjun's face turned cold, the flames condensed in his palms, and he also slapped Ye Feng.

Bang!
The fists and palms clashed, and a dull sound erupted.

An invisible wave of power spread, making everyone on the periphery of the competition stage feel a powerful wave of energy.

Under the huge impact, Dongfang Changjun's figure took seven or eight steps back on the competition stage, and Ye Feng also took four or five steps back.

Dongfang Changjun snorted coldly, his face darkened, and he shook his left hand.

The interaction just now made his left hand feel numb.

"He is worthy of being the one who can knock Mingxuan off the martial arts platform with one punch. He is qualified to let me use all my strength." Dongfang Changjun's pupils seemed to have flames burning.

boom!
The powerful internal force in Dongfang Changjun's body exploded, and the entire competition stage seemed to turn into a blazing furnace.

Even though Ye Feng was protecting his body with spiritual power, he also felt a bit hot.

Dongfang Changjun held the Fire Spirit Sword in both hands and muttered a few words, and saw a raging fire burning on the surface of the Fire Spirit Sword.

The fire condensed into a larger sword and slashed at Ye Feng from the air.

"It's Brother Changjun's specialty sword skill, Fiery Slash!"

"What a powerful sword. The last time Brother Changjun used it was two years ago."

"I don't know when I will have the strength of brother Chang Jun..."

The young disciples once again exclaimed in surprise.

"Brother Feng." Zi Ling couldn't help clenching her little hands, with some worry in her eyes.

Ye Feng's mouth curved.

King Wu is no match for him, let alone a King Wu!
An earth-yellow halo flashed by, and Ye Feng suddenly disappeared on the spot.

Bang!
The flaming giant sword fell on the hard stone slab on the competition platform, and a huge crack was immediately cut into the stone slab.

Ye Feng's sudden disappearance made Dongfang Changjun's pupils shrink.

Just when Dongfang Changjun was surprised, an earthy yellow halo flashed behind him.

call out!
The dragon sword in Ye Feng's hand turned into a stream of light and shot towards Dongfang Changjun.

The Shenlong Sword arrived almost in the blink of an eye. Dongfang Changjun's face changed drastically, his inner strength surged, and he turned sideways and hurriedly got out of the way.

The Dragon Sword flew past Dongfang Changjun's left side.

Although Dongfang Changjun avoided the Shenlong Sword, a thin bloody gash was still drawn out of his left cheek by the sword energy.

A stream of blood seeped from the blood mouth and flowed down his cheek.

Several strands of hair were also cut off by the sword energy and slowly fell to the ground.

"Brother Dongfang Changjun is injured!"

"Why did that kid suddenly disappear just now?"

"Is this the legendary magical Taoist method?"

Dongfang Changjun's injury caused the young disciples in the audience to explode. This was the first time for many of them to see Dongfang Changjun injured.

"What he performed just now... was an escape technique?"

Dongfang Zhenyuan and Dongfang Huayun looked at each other with a little shock in their eyes.

"It should be escape, Taoist magic, it's really magical." Dongfang Huayun's eyes brightened.On the competition stage, Dongfang Changjun's cold and proud face became extremely cold, and blood flowed down his face.

The Dragon Sword automatically returns to Ye Feng's hand

"In all these years, besides Haoran, you are the first person who can hurt me." Dongfang Changjun's voice was cold, and his fighting spirit became even stronger.

In the entire martial arts world, among the younger generation, Dongfang Changjun is at the forefront.

Even many strong men from the older generation are no match for him.

Therefore, Dongfang Changjun is proud of its strength and capital.

"You will be defeated today!" Dongfang Changjun shouted coldly and inserted the Fire Spirit Sword in his hand on the hard ground in front of him.

Then he jumped up and stood on the hilt of the Fire Spirit Sword.

Dressed in white as snow and with blood on his face, Dongfang Changjun added a bit of unruly charm.

"Haoran, Dongfang Changjun is going to use his strongest martial arts combat skills." Dongfang Yingqiu couldn't help but say.

She knew that Dongfang Changjun wanted to make a quick decision.

"Well, Chang Jun has not used his strongest combat skills since he fought with me two years ago. I believe that this time, the power will increase a lot." Dongfang Haoran nodded and said.

Even he had to use all his strength in the face of Dongfang Changjun's unique moves.

"The winner of the game will be decided soon." Dongfang Haizhi's thin old face showed a half-smile.

Dongfang Mingxuan, who was knocked away by Ye Feng's punch, was sitting on the ground adjusting his breath, looking at the competition stage without blinking.

He hoped that under Dongfang Changjun's strongest blow, Ye Feng would vomit blood and fly out of the competition arena like him.

The entire competition stage was like a burning hell at this time.

The heat is so powerful that it can even melt steel.

Dongfang Changjun's hands began to form an extremely complex mark.

As the mark was completed, a pillar of fire suddenly appeared from the hard floor on the competition stage.

At the top of the fire pillar, a fiery red lotus blossomed.

The powerful heat spreads out in waves.

Some young disciples who were closer could not bear it and retreated one after another.

With the change of the mark in Dongfang Changjun's hand.

The fire lotus suddenly split into two, two into four, and four into eight...

In just a few breaths, hundreds of flame lotuses appeared on the competition stage.

If you don't take into account the terrifying heat that spreads when the lotus blooms, the competition stage at this time is truly beautiful.

"Brother Changjun's special skill, Ice Fire Lotus!"

"Even Brother Haoran doesn't dare to underestimate this move."

"Under Brother Changjun's unique skills, that kid was defeated!"

The disciples of the Dongfang Family discussed with passion and respect in their eyes.

"Chang Jun's strength has indeed improved a lot. Last time he fought with me, he only produced eighty fire and ice lotuses. This time, he has already grown more than a hundred." Dongfang Haoran said quietly.

"Now let's see if Ye Feng can resist it." Dongfang Yingqiu's eyes fell on Ye Feng.

"With hundreds of ice fire lotuses, even I have to use about [-]% of my strength to deal with them. That kid will definitely lose." Dongfang Haizhi said decisively.

"Haha, my Dongfang family has many disciples with amazing talents, so we old bones can feel relieved." The great elder Dongfang Huayun nodded appreciatively.

Obviously, he is also optimistic about Dongfang Changjun.

On the competition stage, Ye Feng, who was surrounded by hundreds of ice and fire lotuses, had a solemn expression.

No one can feel the heat of the competition better than him.

(End of this chapter)