You lost one more time

  Looking at Lingyun in front of him, whose eyes had turned cold due to his own words, Lingfeng let out a cold laugh. His gaze slightly chilled, and the red glow on his right hand flashed repeatedly. Suddenly, a sharp divine soldier's power burst forth, bringing with it an exceptionally fierce aura.

  Making a brief stillness, a bloody glow flashed violently in Lingfeng's hand, and with a step on the ground, it transformed into a golden light, and his figure rushed straight to Lingyun who was right before his eyes. In the midst of the rush, the bloody glow in Lingfeng's hand flashed continuously, shooting out one after another blood spears.

  As the distance drew closer, Ling Feng's body suddenly stopped, his right hand gripping the Blood Light, and with a swift motion, he thrust it towards Ling Yun's throat. "Yellow Grade Extreme Quality Martial Art, Whistling Blade Technique!"

  "Hoo-hoo!"

  One sword slash, bringing up a fierce gust of wind, with cries ringing out one after another.

  With a calm face, he gazed at the flashing knife light rushing towards him. Lingyun slowly raised his hands without haste, and with a swift rotation of his palms, a fierce gust of wind suddenly burst forth, "Whoosh!" An extremely violent palm strike, like a whirlwind, carrying a sharp breath, thunderously charged out...

  Under this incredibly violent aura, Ling Feng's face changed, the blood light on his hand was also broken at the same time, and his body was like being hit by a giant hammer, his legs retreated several steps in a row before he stopped himself from being blown out.

  "Mystic Grade Lower Body Technique - Frenzied Wind Palm Strike!"

  Seeing Ling Yun's display of this palm technique, Li Ke's eyes narrowed. The "Crazy Wind Violent Palm" was a body technique that Li Ke had heard of in the Double Blade Sect, but it couldn't be found on the second floor of the sect's martial arts pavilion. It could only be found on the third or fourth floor. If a disciple of the Double Blade Sect wanted to cultivate this technique, they would have to exchange it for contributions to the sect.

  "It seems that the Double Blade Sect attaches great importance to Lingyun!"

  Li Ke smiled lightly in her heart.

  Xuan-level lower-grade body method, Crazy Wind Fierce Palm. After mastering it, the palm moves like a crazy wind, swinging fiercely and violently, with an unparalleled strong aura, like a whirlwind that even the soul of the sword can withstand. It has a similar charm to Li Ke's cultivated Thunderbolt Palm.

  "Furious Gale Slap! How can you possibly know this technique?"

  Ling Feng's figure awkwardly stopped at the edge of the platform, rubbing his somewhat suffocated chest, Ling Feng's face looked extremely unpleasant, and he sternly asked in a severe tone.

  Lingyun's palm just now was like a wild wind, with an aura of unparalleled strength and power. Not only did it disperse the howling knife technique he had unleashed, but also sent his body flying out.

  Lingyun glanced at Lingfeng with a faint look, his hands clenched tightly together. At this moment, he really wanted to use his own martial soul to let Lingfeng know that he was the real trash.

  But he promised the Double Blade Sect's sect master and the Supreme Elder that during the sect's grand competition, he would absolutely not reveal his Martial Spirit.

  "Furious Wind Slap! Heaven! Ling Yun has just connected his Qi with the soldiers' souls, becoming a master of the military way, and he's already learned this advanced body technique!"

  "Fierce Wind Palm, a low-grade Xuan-level technique, stored on the third floor of the Military Strategy Pavilion, never borrowed once, requires 50 points of sect contribution. Lingyun has just become an inner disciple, where did he get so many sect contributions?"

  "Has Lingyun become a core disciple?"

  "Core disciple! How is this possible?!"

  Under the platform, a burst of noise erupted as many sect disciples saw Lingyun unleash his Crazy Wind Palm. They were all extremely shocked, for the Crazy Wind Palm was an extremely high-grade technique that required 50 points of sect contribution to borrow just once from the Double Blade Sect, and it had to be returned within three months.

  The Double Blade Sect's 50-point contribution is equivalent to 500,000 taels of white silver.

  Although 500,000 taels of silver can buy a Xuan-level martial art, in the Hanshui region, as soon as a Xuan-level martial art appears, it will be quickly snatched up by the four major sects. Even if these sect disciples have that much silver, they won't be able to snatch it.

  And I don't have the courage for that!

  But the contribution of the sect is different, the contribution of the sect can be earned through various tasks, and it can also be accumulated day by day.

  Looking at Lingyun who didn't seem to care, Lingfeng's face turned ferocious, his teeth clenched, mixed with furious anger, and he swung his sword at Lingyun again.

  Ling Feng's hand held a blood glow, which transformed into a red long knife. This long knife had only two segments that were tempered and formed, exactly the Second Heavy Strength of the Refining Soldier Realm.

  Ling Feng's long knife, on the surface looked very heavy, but in reality it didn't have much powerful strength, like a layer of iron skin, his soldier soul was actually the black iron knife ranked towards the back of the red seventh grade soldier souls.

  Seeing Ling Feng not giving up, angrily holding the black iron knife of the soldier's soul, rushing towards himself again. Ling Yun slightly narrowed his eyes, and his tightly clenched fists slowly stretched out to form palms.

  "Hmmph!"

  The corners of his mouth curled up into a faint, cold arc.

  "Hoo-hoo!"

  Lingyun's double palms changed rapidly, and in an instant, he slapped out three palms towards Lingfeng who was rushing over at high speed.

  "Sudden rain and strong wind!"

  "Wind and Thunder"

  "Lightning in the wind!"

  "Boom! Boom! Boom!"

  Three palms were slapped out in succession, bringing up three violent gusts of wind, with a fierce howl, shaking the air to produce a faint tremor.

  With a single knife tightly grasped in his hand, Ling Feng saw Ling Yun make another move with his palm. Ling Feng's eyes narrowed and his body floated, trying to dodge Ling Yun's three wildly thrown palms.

  However, no matter how hard Ling Feng dodged, he found that Ling Yun's three palms were all rushing towards him.

  "It's all over! I'm done for!"

  In a burst of rage, Lingfeng suddenly unleashed the full power of his divine soldiers, gripping the black iron knife in his hands tightly, and the energy on his feet also intensified, wanting to rely on his physical strength to resist Lingfeng's fierce palm.

  "Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!"

  The palm wind howled and slapped fiercely on Ling Feng's face, but it didn't blow him away like before.

  "Really? Got a show!"

  A smile in his heart, Ling Feng suddenly used the strength of his infancy again, a cold gleam flashed in his eyes, and the black iron knife held tightly in his hand suddenly flew towards Ling Yun.

  "Whoosh!"

  The red-black iron knife's soul, in its spinning motion, emits a clear sound.

  "Die!"

  A loud shout burst forth, his eyes gleaming with fierce and violent energy.

  "Hmmph!"

  "A single black iron sword can withstand me!"

  Seeing the black iron knife flying towards him, Lingyun suddenly shouted and swung his right palm downwards at the incoming knife.

  "Crack!"

  With a single swing of his palm, the violent force directly smashed the black iron sword into two pieces.

  At the same time, Lingyun's body leapt forward, his movements as swift as a flying eagle. In an instant, he appeared in front of Lingfeng.

  "Ah!"

  Against Ling Feng's body being stopped by the strong wind, Ling Yun raised his hand and struck a palm directly at Ling Feng's chest.

  Bang!

  The raging wind paused for a moment, and then a violent gust burst out, striking Lingyun's palm heavily on Lingfeng's body, sending him flying out, crashing heavily onto the platform, raising a cloud of dust, and whistling loudly.

  "Pffft!"

  Ling Feng's body arched, his face turned a pale white, and he spat out a mouthful of blood onto the ground.

  With a slap, Lingfeng flew backwards, and Lingyun gazed at the defeated Lingfeng on the ground. He let out a soft sigh and said in a low voice: "You lost!"