Tiancan Jiuluo? Ye Dun had used this move long ago when he was against Mapel, but his performance at this moment was completely different from when he was against Mapel!

This is not the Nine Lock of Heavenly Silkworms. The silver silk thread is completely different from the Horcrux threads that used to control the cicada wing knife. Each silver thread is bright and transparent, and seems to have no texture, but it can easily cut the air. It is obvious that it is condensed from pure energy; and it is far more than nine... or even more than two digits!

The dense silver threads burst out from the air like a beautiful silver hair. In thousands, they instantly covered Wang Feng, who had just landed, and the ten meters around him, in an instant!

The silkworm changes in the sky - thousands of silk and thousands of shadows!

Puff puff puff puff puff puff... rumbling~~~

The terrifying silver silk seemed soft, but its power was terrifying. The already ragged ground was instantly shot into dense hornet nests. Wang Feng seemed to have been nailed to the ground. The red stumbled figure looked extremely eye-catching among the countless silver soul silks.

Win?

But there was no happiness on Ye Dun's face at this moment.

Huhuhuhuhu...

The soul power connection was interrupted, and the silver soul silk that pierced through the ground slowly disappeared. The red piece that appeared in front of everyone was not Lao Wang's body, but the infrared jacket in the rose uniform.

Ye Dun slowly looked up at the sky, and saw Lao Wang standing in the air wearing a gray lining about ten meters away from him.

"It's not bad." Old Wang leisurely tidied up his cut cuffs and said with a smile: "It's quite fast, much stronger than I thought."

In addition to the big guys on the stage, the audience and the disciples of the Holy Clan were also looking for Wang Feng’s place all over the world. At this time, he heard his voice and looked up blankly, and then he saw the guy standing in the air without any injuries.

To be honest, if this was left two minutes ago, everyone in the audience would stand up and pay tribute to the pretender with their middle fingers. But at this moment, no one of the more than 50,000 people at the scene felt that he was pretending to be pretending.

Everyone looked at it dumbfoundedly. Before they could digest the game just now, they didn't even see any movements, just listening to the sound of sonic booms running around everywhere.

A wizard can have such terrifying speed and melee ability, and has fought with the martial artist who is the best at speed for so long without any damage... This is also considered as a show-off? This is simply awesome, okay!

Whether it was the entrance of the rose channel or the stands, Xue Zhiyu, Xue Cai, Music Note, Patu, Su Yue and others who were worried all the time, all had a dreamy feeling at this time, and they were so dazed that they could not come back to their senses, let alone those ordinary audiences. The whole audience was silent. This was the pressure of suffocation and the highest level of the game so far.

Whether it is the representatives of various families, the principalities, and the various forces, whether they are invited by the Zen Temple or come here to see them, they have completely changed their impression of Wang Feng and the Rose Temple.

This is really not a show-off, this is the foundation of roses. Unruly is just an appearance. Only the most talented but hardest-working person can achieve such a martial arts dual cultivation.

In an instant, Wang Feng's image became taller in everyone's minds.

Everyone misunderstood him!

Of course, Lao Wang really wants to say that you are thinking too much.

"Damn, I feel like I've watched a fake sacred game... This is the fucking hero game of the Blades League, right?!"

"Or the final!"

"Too strong! These two people are too strong! I can't see their movements at all!"

"Wori, what did they do just now? It's really a waste of money if you don't have a professional commentator for such a standard competition!"

The quiet arena exploded in an instant, and everyone went crazy!

Whether they support Zenith or Rose, for ordinary audiences, they actually didn't understand what happened just now. Who is stronger and weak, who has gained the upper hand, who suffers losses. To be honest, they didn't see it at all, but so what? With free tickets, they saw a top-level battle that was no less than the Blade Heroes Tournament... The exciting and intense competition is always satisfying. Even if they just compete for this, they did not come in vain today.

"How could this happen... Is that Wang Feng so strong?" Jiaoxi's pretty face had changed a little. He thought Ye Dun would easily win the game, but he didn't expect that he would be evenly matched! This, this... Brother Ye Dun would not be turned over, right?

"It doesn't matter, the boss still has the upper hand." Zhao Ziyu's eyes flashed in a flash, and his tone seemed a bit far-fetched: "The main attacker has always been Boss Ye, and that Wang Feng... seems to be just fast. I feel that his close-fitting skills have not caused any trouble to Boss Ye."

"How can you really be so omnipotent?" Maxwell also looked at him with admiration, and his tone was not as rushing as before: "I'm not the Supreme Master!"

The opinions of the three people just represented a watershed in the eyes of the disciples of the Holy Temple. But the Hu Le, who was sitting on the other side, thought for a long time: "...I feel that Wang Feng didn't exert his strength."

"Did you see it?" Chopin smiled slightly.

"The two of them have not tried their best yet, and they both feel like they are restrained," Gu Le weighed: "Ye Dun used about 70% of his strength, but Wang Feng... felt that he only used 50%!"

Chopin smiled. Gu Le's eyes were very vicious. His judgment was comparable to his cognition, but it lacked a very important prerequisite factor.

50%? That's probably just what Master wants everyone to see.

The chairman's seat was quiet at this time, and Fu Changkong and Zhao Feiyuan's expressions became a little solemn.

Chopin and Gole's views are extremely accurate. At this time, it is roughly the judgment of the two people's battle situation. Their tests at the beginning of the two men's fight can be said to be of equal level performance, but when the speed is increased to the real combat state, although the scene is still evenly matched, Wang Feng seems to be easier. After all, he has completely reached this realm. Compared with Ye Dun in the "experience period", his control and utilization of soul power is obviously better.

What's even more terrifying is his martial arts strength... Regardless of body speed or melee combat, he is simply good at everything, and he is worthy of being a disciple of Thunder Dragon!

The two couldn't help but look at each other, obviously seeing the shock in each other's eyes.

Now, there is trouble...

Huhu...

Ye Dun slowly took off and reached a height parallel to Wang Feng. The golden figure and silver figure were standing in the air about ten meters away.

The soul power condensed into an airflow, causing the corners of the two men to be blown by the strong wind, but it felt like they were fluttering in clothes. Although the powerful soul power was hidden and unreleased, the aura and fighting spirit it gave people did not weaken at all. Instead, it was constantly increasing, just like the tranquility before the storm came, brewing even greater horror in the suddenly quiet night!

"It's actually a lucky thing to meet an opponent worth fighting." Ye Dun's face had a faint smile, and his eyes were shining: "You are good at martial arts practice, no wonder you have this confidence."

"You are not bad, and the Cemetery Temple is worthy of its reputation." Wang Feng smiled slightly.

"I think the warm-up exercise can be over." Ye Dun stretched out his hands as he spoke, and with a slight sound, two thin cicada-winged knives had appeared in his hands.

The knife is still the previous one, as thin as a cicada's wing, shining and flawless, but it also exudes a completely different feeling from before.

I saw that at this moment, on the thin cicada wing knife, there was a faint silver light, like the veins of the real cicada wing, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, an atmosphere full of silver but extremely strange, as if the knife turned into a cicada wing, and truly came alive!

"Martial arts, soul power, speed, and strength are just the basics. The reason why martial arts is called Tao is to let you experience the gap in it yourself today!"

Lao Wang also smiled and responded indifferently: "Come on."

The two of them were not very loud, but at this time when the soul power was full, even if they were not deliberately, the sound was clearly heard in the audience.

The excitement that was still buzzing just now suddenly became quiet. Countless audience members opened their mouths wide, especially those disciples of the Holy Clan who understood some of the battle just now. They were even more surprised because they understood a little!

Warm-up? They called the battle just now warm-up? Now they are just about to start serious?

Why? Everyone is a disciple of the Holy Temple, why do you feel that you are just here to make up the numbers?

The ghost-level masters in the VIP seats were looking forward to the two people in the air. How long has it been since such a battle between disciples of the Holy Temple? It must have happened in ten years. The last time it was traced back to Kalida's era. In fact, if you think about it carefully, even Kalida did not reach Wang Feng's current influence.

To be honest, this level of combat is really hard to imagine as a duel between disciples of the Holy Clan.

Longjing's expression gradually changed from the previous leisure to the solemn. On the one hand, the biggest reason for coming to the Blade Alliance was that Jixiangtian was about to invite a bride, so he came to show his face, and even if he didn't succeed, he had to stir up the Blade. On the other hand, he also wanted to observe the true level of the Blade Hall through this battle.

After all, after all, the Nine Gods and Blade have been fighting for so many years, they have long been aware of each other. The Holy Temple is definitely considered vulgar and capable. According to Long Xiang's speculation, the analysis of the results of the Battle of Dragon City is not enough to fully understand the absolute level of the preparation power of the Blade Temple. Although the main purpose of the Fifth Brother's argument is to attack Prince Longzhen's poor control of the War Academy, this argument is really sensitive and highly valued in the Nine Gods.

Longjing originally thought Long Xiang was a little exaggerated. Even if the Holy Temple is reserved in Longcheng, it should be just a reservation of some backbone forces. In the cutting-edge field, the Holy Temple cannot compete with the War Academy. After all, the only Heiwukai who can fight against Long Feixue is the eight tribes. But now it seems that the empire may really have to re-evaluate the power of the Holy Temple.

His lips couldn't help but squirm slightly, using a voice that only he could hear: "The Holy Temple... It's indeed an old otaku!"

At this time, the sound of the breeze in the air was silent, and Ye Dun's soul power had already been restrained to the extreme, as if a huge mass of energy was compressed into an ultimate origin.

The hanging Ye Dun bent his back slightly, and the two cicada-winged knives were crystal clear in his hands, turning gently...

Suddenly, a light flashed in his eyes.

Ye Dun's body was so strong that it seemed that he had not started to move at all, but at the same time, a dazzling sword light had already shone in front of Wang Feng!

There is no sound, no movement, or even any signs.

The two of them moved quickly, and the sound of sonic boom in the air had not yet spread throughout the audience, but their figures had already moved to the next place.

Except for those big masters who have already entered the ghost level in the stands, no matter the ordinary people or the disciples of the Holy Clan in the stands, they could not see any of the figures of the two of them. They could only barely judge the position of the two of them just now based on the subsequent sonic boom transmission; let alone them, even if they were masters of the Holy Clan disciples of the level like Kole, Jiaoxi, Motong, and Xue Zhiyu, who had to adapt with all their strength, they could only barely see the traces of the movement of the two of them.

Everyone's eyes instantly filled with horror. What kind of speed is this? With this speed alone, even if all the disciples of the Holy Clan were on the venue, they would not be able to touch half of the corners of the two men's clothes.

In an instant, a dazzling silver light appeared in the air, and the silver sword light unfolded in an instant.

The two swords of the sky silkworm flow!

Unlike the violent arc of the cicada wing knife that used to use the sky silk to control the cicada wing knife, the cicada wing knife at this time is simply gorgeous in Ye Dun's hands.

Punch, pick, chop, and slash, just two swords, but the sword light and attack coverage of the attack can already meet the level when he used to be the Nine Swords of the Heavenly Silkworm! Just because he reached the ghost level, can the speed increase so much? Obviously, it is more than that.

A layman watches the excitement, while an expert sees the tricks.

The disciples of the Holy Temple could only see the sword light, and only the real masters in the stands could see that at this time, it was not Ye Dun's fingers that controlled the two blades, but were wrapped in a faint soul power, causing the cicada-wing sword to whirl at a distance from his fingertips. He didn't even deliberately control it, just like the sword's spinning dance was just an instinct like an arm-to-arm finger.

This is by no means a casual control. Only those who are really good at playing swords understand that if you can use your soul power to completely use your soul power to play such a difficult sword technique, what kind of talent and concentration is needed, the blade has long become a part of Ye Dun's body. At the same time, the soul power is highly restrained and compressed, and it seems to be a flowing and light attack. Once you hit it, a massive amount of soul power will be concentrated and exploded. This hand alone is enough to prove that Ye Dun is not a fancy move, but has put in a solid effort.

A cold smile appeared on the corner of the Holy Son's mouth. He was really tricked by this kid Ye Dun... He hid it deep enough and always thought that his sword technique was just an extension of Tiansilian Silk. His real weapon was Tiansilian Silk, but he didn't expect that the boy was really powerful. It was his cicada wing knife!

Experts have a consensus that special abilities can only be used as auxiliary, or some ultimate moves have unexpected effects. Real strong people still have to rely on solid Tao. Whether it is martial arts or witch Tao, such swordsmanship is not something that can be brought by breaking through the ghost level. This is technology, realm, and real strength. If Wang Feng deceived the entire alliance, then Ye Dun was not the same?!

Ye Dun's path has always been the same as Hei Wu Kai. After entering the ghost level, martial arts have a subdivided direction and really involves "Tao". Hei Wu Kai is the way of war, and Ye Dun is the way of assassin.

Swish ~~

The sound of the blade tearing through the air was constantly ringing in the air, but slowly, the sound of the blade tearing through the air became smaller and smaller, less and less. As the two thin blades continued to fly, they gradually disappeared, leaving only the swords all over the sky!

The sword speed is getting faster and faster, but Wang Feng's speed is still as good as it can be. It is obviously quite passive and fatal to fight such sharp sword light with empty hands. Perhaps it will be successful in a short period of time, but the gap in technology and understanding will ultimately not change the result.

The sound that had disappeared for a while was gone, and a sudden sonic boom exploded in the air, and two figures intersected in an instant.

Ye Dun's eyes flashed with a slight excitement.

He used to not use such sword techniques, hiding his strength was only one side, and on the other hand, the flow of the two swords of the Tiancan was already his limit in the tiger's top state. Judging from his soul power at that time, controlling the two swords was already the limit, but its power was not much stronger than the nine swords of the Tiancancan, so it was naturally better to hide it.

But at this moment, the ghost-level transformation and the excitement of Wang Feng, a top expert, made Ye Dun feel unprecedentedly good.

Without stopping, Ye Dun's attack connected again for a moment.

The sharp cold light flashed in the air, with the angles that were so tricky that it was completely unpredictable, but unlike just now, the Ye Dun in the air was divided into three!

Each Ye Dun had two cicada-winged swords in his hand. The sword speeds were different and the attack angles were different. They separated instantly and attacked Wang Feng from three directions. The ordinary spectators in the audience were shocked.

Illusion? How is this possible! He is not an exorcist!
Chapter completed!