Chapter 2062

Ye Feiran curled her lips and smiled, "It's not bad to challenge your own people!" Hearing this, Yunchen and the four of them couldn't help laughing, it seemed like it was really good. A quarter of an hour later, the challenger failed. He was severely kicked off the ring by the defender and was dying. Seeing this scene, Ye Feiran and the others couldn't help but frown. After the challenger was taken away by his companions for treatment, they looked at the defender again. At the same time, there were whispers all around. "This man is so arrogant. He beats the challenger to death every time." "I really hope someone can treat others the same way they are treated!" "I'm afraid they won't dare. After all, Fengsong is the nephew of the Lord of the City that Never Sleeps." Hearing this, Ye Feiran and the others looked at each other. It turned out that they were still related! Lu Yingzhou frowned and asked, "Then we still challenge?" The three Fengyun teams all looked at Lu Yingzhou, "Are you scared?" Lu Yingzhou was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "You are not afraid, so what am I afraid of?" Han Xize put his hand on Lu Yingzhou's shoulder, "That's alright, just do whatever you have to do, no matter if he is the city lord's nephew or not." What's more, they also have a backer behind them, and it's a big backer. They have never been afraid of a backer. When Feng Song regained his spiritual power and stood on the ring again, the four of them, Yunchen, discussed it and decided that Jiang Yinghan would take the stage first to challenge. Feng Song did not expect that the next challenger would be a female cultivator. When he saw Jiang Yinghan's appearance, a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes, and then he looked at her unscrupulously. Jiang Yinghan frowned, and with a flash of consciousness, there was a piece of green silk in his hand, which was Fengzhu Ling. Yun Chen and others in the audience also frowned, wishing to gouge Feng Song's eyes. Feng Song saw that Jiang Yinghan's spiritual weapon was a silk ribbon, and with a flash of consciousness, he saw a silver long sword in his hand, which was also a sacred weapon. After the referee saw that both sides were ready, he announced, "The competition begins!" As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Song took a step forward and struck Jiang Yinghan with a silver sword in his hand. Jiang Yinghan dodged nimbly, and then waved the Fengzhu Ling in his hand, trying to wrap around Feng Song's hand holding the long sword. Fengsong also avoided. Under normal circumstances, the first move was a test, so from the second move Fengsong began to stab Jiang Yinghan's vitals. Although he fell in love with Jiang Yinghan's appearance, women were just playthings to him, as long as they had a breath to hold on to, so he didn't care at all how Jiang Yinghan would be hurt by him. Jiang Yinghan narrowed her beautiful eyes and stabbed at Feng Song's vitals with all her moves. Feng Song obviously didn't expect Jiang Yinghan to be so bold. For a moment, he was in trance, and in this moment of trance, he was cut on the face by Jiang Yinghan's Fengzhu Ling. In fact, had he reacted slower, the cut would have been on his neck. This is going to cost him his life! Suddenly, Feng Song's aura became violent, and his attacks became extremely harsh. Jiang Yinghan still responded calmly, but his attacks were equally ruthless. In a short period of time, the two exchanged dozens of moves, and the speed was so fast that even low-level practitioners could not clearly see their moves. In this way, Fengsong and Jiang Yinghan have been in a state of being neck-and-neck, as if they are watching to see whose spiritual power is exhausted. Fengsong had not encountered such a challenger for a long time, so naturally he was not willing to win by consuming his spiritual energy, so he looked for an opportunity to release his contracted beast. An iron lion beast is nothing more than a ninth-level holy beast. When many cultivators around saw the ninth-level holy beast, their eyes became hot, but Han Xize and the others curled their lips, a little speechless. Feng Song's strength was on par with hers, so Jiang Yinghan didn't show off and directly asked the Red Blood Thunder Leopard to deal with the Iron Lion Beast. However, she did not forget to instruct the Red Blood Thunder Leopard to suppress the level to the first level divine beast. There are many experts in the city that never sleeps, and they always have some trump cards. As a result, even though the Red-Blooded Thunder Leopard suppressed the level to the first-level divine beast, it still shocked the cultivators around him. "Oh my God, a first-level divine beast!" "Ahhhh... I also want to have a sacred beast contract beast!" "Hehe, this time Fengsong kicked the iron plate. I see that this female Taoist friend is not afraid of Fengsong at all." "This female Taoist friend is a cultivator from outside. She may not know that Feng Song is Lord Feng's nephew." Feng Song froze when he saw the red-blooded thunder leopard. Although the ninth-level sacred beast and the first-level sacred beast were one level apart, one sacred beast and one divine beast were so different! Sure enough, the red-blooded thunder leopard roared at the iron lion beast, and the iron lion beast fell to the ground, unable to stand up. Bang bang bang! Silence is better than sound! Fengsong felt that her face was swollen. Out of embarrassment, he suddenly threw a red seed under the ring. I saw the seeds taking root and sprouting quickly, and an iron thorn vine quickly grew out. "Fengsong has revealed all her cards. I wonder how this female Taoist friend will respond next?" "Maybe this female Taoist friend also has a spiritual plant!" "Tsk! It sounds like spiritual plants are everywhere!" When the iron thorn vine swept over, Jiang Yinghan waved his hand, and a purple platycodon flower also appeared in everyone's sight. Everyone: "!!!" This female Taoist friend actually has a spiritual plant! Platycodon flower noticed the danger as soon as it appeared, and subconsciously fought back. Suddenly, one vine and one flower started fighting. The battle was so fierce that the cultivators around him were frightened and took a few steps back. Soon, Platycodon was in the upper hand. Fengsong: "!!!" At this moment, he was not fighting with Jiang Yinghan, but the repeated blows made his throat feel sweet, his face turned pale, and his eyes were about to burst. "ah……" He suddenly shouted, then raised his sword and struck Jiang Yinghan. For a moment, the two people were fighting again, but Feng Song's mind was impetuous, and the silver sword was entangled by Jiang Yinghan's Feng Zhu Ling, unable to move. Feng Song tried his best to draw out the silver sword, but in the end he had no choice but to give up. Jiang Yinghan seized the moment and threw the silver sword off the stage, and Feng Zhuling quickly wrapped around Feng Song. Feng Song, who was impetuous, felt that his eyes were full of green silk, which made him a little dizzy. The same was true, and he suffered many injuries in a short period of time. In the end, Jiang Yinghan simply put away Feng Zhuling and started a close-quarters fight against Feng Song. Seeing this, Feng Song's eyes suddenly lit up, because he had also tempered his body. He thought he could turn defeat into victory, but after dozens of moves, he was pinned down on the ring by Jiang Yinghan and beaten wildly. In the city that never sleeps, Fengsong has never lost against practitioners of the same level, but today he was beaten like this by a female cultivator. Naturally, he refused to admit defeat. Jiang Yinghan didn't know what he was thinking, and was worried that he would admit defeat and find an opportunity to remove his jaw directly. Practitioners around: "!!!" This move was so bad that Fengsong didn't even have the chance to admit defeat.

March, early spring. A corner in the eastern part of Nanhuangzhou. The hazy sky was gray and black, showing heavy depression, as if someone had spilled ink on the rice paper, and the ink soaked into the sky and blurred out the clouds. The clouds overlapped and merged with each other, spreading out streaks of crimson lightning, accompanied by rumbling thunder. It's like the roar of gods, echoing in the world. ,. Blood-colored rain, with sadness, falls into the mortal world. The earth was hazy, and there was a ruined city, silent and lifeless in the dim red rain of blood. The city is in ruins and everything is withered. Collapsed houses can be seen everywhere, as well as blue-black corpses and pieces of meat, like broken autumn leaves, silently withering. The streets that used to be bustling with people are now desolate. The sandy dirt road that used to be bustling with people is no longer noisy now. Only blood and mud mixed with minced meat, dust, and paper were left, indistinguishable from each other, which was shocking. Not far away, a broken carriage was stuck deep in the mud, full of sadness. Only an abandoned rabbit doll hung on the shaft, swaying in the wind. The white fluff has long been soaked into wet red, full of eerieness. The turbid eyes seemed to have some residual resentment, looking lonely at the mottled rocks in front of them. There, a figure was lying down. This was a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, his clothes were torn and covered with dirt, and he had a broken leather bag tied around his waist. The young man squinted his eyes and remained motionless. The biting cold penetrated his worn coat from all directions and spread throughout his body, gradually taking away his body temperature. But even though the rain fell on his face, he didn't blink, staring coldly into the distance like an eagle. Following his gaze, he saw a skinny vulture gnawing on the carrion of a wild dog, seven or eight feet away from him, observing the surroundings vigilantly from time to time. It seems that in this dangerous ruins, if there is the slightest movement, it will instantly rise into the sky. The young man is like a hunter, patiently waiting for the opportunity. After a long time, the opportunity came, and the greedy vulture finally buried its head completely into the belly of the wild dog. ,,. ,.