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In the space of the Dao, Yi Feng could clearly observe Yu Ziyang's every move. He could even foresee his next move. However, Yu Ziyang's cultivation was higher than Yi Feng's, so the two were evenly matched.

As the battle progressed, Yi Feng's understanding of the space of the dao grew deeper and deeper. The so-called space of the dao was a martial artist's understanding of the dao, and in addition to that, there was also the space created by the ingenious use of the aura perception. Here, a martial artist's perception was extremely keen, and not only that, but as one's cultivation increased, they could even control everything within the space of the dao.

Yu Ziyang was very depressed in his heart. No matter how he attacked, the opponent would be able to resolve it. Moreover, it was very difficult for his aura to lock onto Yi Feng's figure. This kind of battle team was getting more and more disadvantageous to him.

But now that Yu Ziyang had left Yi Feng's dao space, Yu Ziyang would never do such a thing. Even if he died, he wouldn't lose his face because this was the pride of a disciple from a large sect. Once he left Yi Feng's dao space, he would signify his defeat.

However, he could not do it this way. Since the Phantom Sword was useless now, he had to use another method. Yu Ziyang's heart skipped a beat, but there was some hesitation in his eyes as to whether or not he should use this attack.

Yi Feng was completely immersed in battle. He felt like he was in control of every part of the Dao Space. His flesh and blood fused together, as if this space was created by his own body.

The more he fought, the more relaxed Yi Feng became, although he would not lose, but this kind of ending was not something he could accept. His eyes unconsciously swept across Liu Jing'er, who was standing outside the ring, and Yu Ziyang's expression suddenly became ferocious, his eyes radiating killing intent.

Liu Li Jing'er's gaze was completely focused on Yi Feng, and the worry in her eyes could be seen by anyone. Yu Ziyang couldn't help but be angry because the woman he liked only had another man in his heart, and that man was still fighting with him.

Yu Ziyang roared angrily, the expression on his face was extremely terrifying, his right hand turned and the Phantom Shadow Sword disappeared, following that, a black short flute appeared in his hand. It was different from Liu Li Jing'er's flute, the flute gave off a bloody smell, and a trace of Evil Qi also leaked out.

The moment Yu Ziyang took out the flute, Yi Feng's figure retreated. At this moment, Yi Feng felt a sense of danger that he had never felt before, a sense of death pervading the air.

The pupils of Liu Li Jing'er's eyes shrank as she asked in shock, "Why is the Evil Dragon flute on his body?"

That was Yu Ziyang's grandmother, the Divine Music Valley Great Elder's famous weapon, a high grade one weapon. Although it was a high grade one weapon, its special ability was comparable to a top grade weapon. No one would have imagined that the Great Elder of the Divine Music Valley would hand it over to Yu Ziyang.

Several elders who were meditating in the depths of the courtyard opened their eyes once more. One of them even had a glimmer in her eyes before sighing and closing them again.

The four elders beside him shook their heads helplessly. However, they did not enter their meditative state again. Instead, their figures instantly disappeared from their original positions as they shot explosively toward the plaza.

Yu Ziyang seemed to be wary of the evil Qi emitted by the black flute, but soon after, his eyes hardened as the true energy in his body continued to pour into the black flute. A moment later, the surface of the black flute started to emit a black mist, at this moment, even Yi Feng was unable to sense Yu Ziyang for more than 10 feet.

What is this? Yi Feng's expression was solemn. The Void Illusionary Sword had already been put away. This black flute was probably much stronger than the Void Illusionary Sword, but he didn't know what the sacred art was.

Yi Feng could not even see Yu Ziyang's figure clearly. Not only that, Yi Feng could sense that he had completely lost all sense of the area around the black flute, even the space of the Dao was not affected in the slightest. Yi Feng knew that this attack was extremely terrifying.

Yi Feng's heart skipped a beat as he looked at the ever-increasing amount of black fog. A strong sense of danger filled his heart, and at that moment, the black fog in front of Yu Ziyang slowly condensed into a large black sphere, looking extremely strange.

Yi Feng's eyes narrowed as he stretched out his right hand, drawing a white rune in the air in front of him. He then whispered, "Scatter." The eight runes spread out in all directions. Not only that, Yi Feng raised his spear with both hands and the black dragon started to spin above his head. It seemed that he was going to use the Overlord's third spear to force a storm.

From this, it could be seen that Yi Feng was wary of Yu Ziyang's attack. Even the usually most confident white rune, Yi Feng, was not completely reassured and even used Storm of the Spear.

In the span of a few breaths, the two had already finished preparing their attacks. In the eyes of the crowd, it was as if a very long time had passed. At this moment, the martial artists in the square all felt a sense of danger.

Liu Li Jing'er and the black shadow retreated. For the first time, worry appeared in the black shadow's eyes. There was even fear in the depths of his eyes. Even the black shadow didn't dare to directly face the black shadow.

However, Yu Ziyang's eyes revealed a hint of madness, he looked towards Yi Feng and laughed, "I'll let you know how powerful the Evil Dragon's devouring is. Don't blame me for going down to the Underworld, you can only blame yourself for not having eyes, for actually daring to steal my woman."

The sense of danger in Yi Feng's heart grew stronger, but he did not choose to retreat. He said lightly, "She is mine."

With the words "she is mine", Liu Jing'er's heart warmed. Her gaze towards the youth was filled with tenderness. She could not help but think: If he died here today, I would definitely not live by myself.

"Hmph, quick!" Yu Ziyang did not waste time speaking, the black fog ball in front of him attacked Yi Feng like lightning.

"Gather!" Yi Feng's pupils constricted as he spat out those words. The eight restrictions in front of him formed a white barrier around 30 feet away from him, emitting a powerful white light and a powerful pressure.

The black ball of fog hit the white light barrier and was immediately blocked by the white light barrier. Yi Feng heaved a sigh of relief.

Yu Ziyang's mouth curved into a sneer as he stood there watching the two fight.

The black mist ball and the white light screen seemed to be staring at each other, but Yi Feng's expression suddenly changed. With the connection of his mind, Yi Feng could feel that the barrier was being corroded by the black mist ball. Although the black mist ball had also dissipated, its speed was much slower than the white light screen.

The black mist ball's ability was Corrosion, if not for the fact that Yi Feng's eight runes were extremely powerful, it would have been completely corroded by now.

A moment later, the white barrier completely disappeared. Yu Ziyang sneered, and the slightly smaller black fog ball struck Yi Feng.

Although the power of the black fog ball was beyond Yi Feng's imagination, Yi Feng was not flustered. After hovering on the edge of life and death many times, how could he retreat? With a loud shout, the zhen qi storm above his head rushed towards the black fog.

Under everyone's gaze, the black ball of mist and the storm of true energy clashed together. Following which, a violent explosion resounded throughout the entire courtyard of the Divine Music Valley.