War Sovereign Soaring The Heavens

Duan Lingtian still remembered.

At the beginning, when he saw Tianwu for the first time, it was in the arena of "martial arts competition and recruiting relatives" in front of the gate of the city lord's mansion in Fengqi City.

The first time they met, he fought Feng Tianwu.

In that fight, Feng Tianwu used a similar martial skill. Later, he learned from Feng Tianwu that the martial skill was called "Flower Rain in the Sky".

"What Tianwu is performing now doesn't seem to be "Flower Rain in the Sky"..."

Soon, Duan Lingtian discovered that although the martial arts that Tianwu is displaying now are similar to the original "Flower Rain", they are obviously much stronger than "Flower Rain".

Cooperating with the "Artistic Conception of Eight Layers of Fire", when Tianwu made a move, the whistling whip shadows seemed to turn into fireballs, covering Su Li overwhelmingly.

call out! call out! call out! call out! call out!

...

It has to be said that Su Li's strength is very strong, relying on Feng Tianwu's level of cultivation and artistic conception, and the "third-grade spirit sword" weaker than the third-grade spiritual weapon in Feng Tianwu's hand, he just blocked Feng Tianwu's overwhelming attack.

Every time Su Li's figure swiped, it was like turning into a sharp sword, swiftly flitting out, setting off a howl of the sword.

The three-foot green blade in his hand was as fast as lightning, forming an all-pervasive 'sword', stopping the third-grade spiritual whip in Feng Tianwu's hand time and time again.

The battle situation became more and more intense.

And the atmosphere on Prisoner Arena also became quiet and dignified.

"This guy Su Li... is so strong? It seems that the master behind him is not simple."

Duan Lingtian couldn't help being surprised when he saw that Su Li, with his strength weaker than Feng Tianwu's, was able to compete with Feng Tianwu with simplified sword skills without losing the slightest bit.

For a moment, he was even more curious about the master behind Su Li.

"Su Li's master should be a 'Void Transformation Realm Powerhouse'... Undoubtedly, if he can teach Su Li to such a level, his understanding of the 'sword' has reached a certain level. At least, he should have comprehended it." The artistic conception of high-level swords'!"

The high-level artistic conception is also called the "virtual transformation artistic conception".

Generally speaking,

Only those who are strong at the level of the Void Transformation Realm can master such a 'artistic concept'.

Of course, there are no absolutes.

If one's own comprehension is far superior to that of a gifted "Void Realm Martial Artist", there is also a chance to comprehend the "Void Transformation Artistic Realm".

This kind of warrior is much rarer than that of the Void Transformation Realm.

Moreover, any one of them is an extremely terrifying existence.

A quarter of an hour passed quickly.

Feng Tianwu and Su Li were tied.

Half an hour passed.

The situation remains the same.

At this time, some viewers couldn't bear it any longer, and they couldn't wait to urge: "Continue like this, when will it end? Afterwards, there will be a 'ranking battle' for the strong youths of the Ninth Level of the Void Realm!"

"Exactly! If Su Li and Miss Tianwu fight for a day and a night, don't we also have to wait a day and a night?"

"In my opinion, it's meaningless to continue fighting. This battle will be considered a draw."

...

Many viewers were a little impatient, and some viewers made suggestions.

Above the Prison Arena, the two old men in charge of hosting the "Dynasty Martial Arts Tournament" glanced at each other, and then looked at the emperor of the Han Dynasty together.

The emperor nodded to them.

Immediately, the two old men looked at Feng Tianwu and Su Li who were still fighting, and were about to announce the result of a 'tie'.

"Tianwu Xiao..."

One of the old men stopped abruptly before he finished speaking.

It wasn't that someone interrupted him, but he opened his mouth and didn't make another sound, staring blankly at the scene in front of him.

In full view.

Feng Tianwu, who was originally tied with Su Li, appeared above the void above his head without any warning, and there was another phantom of an ancient horned dragon...

Anyone with a discerning eye can see the reason at a glance.

At this moment, in the Yuanli on the third-grade spirit whip in Feng Tianwu's hand, the strands of crimson aura became more solidified obviously.

"The artistic conception of nine layers of fire!"

Duan Lingtian, who had been watching the battle between Feng Tianwu and Su Li, couldn't help being moved.

He never expected that at such a critical moment, Tianwu would comprehend the 'Artistic Conception of Nine Layers of Fire' in one fell swoop, "As expected of the owner of the 'Fire Spirit Body', Tianwu is simply the darling of the 'Artistic Conception of Fire'."

Duan Lingtian couldn't help feeling shocked.

And the others were also frightened.

"That's okay too?"

"Oh my god! How old is Miss Tianwu this year? She has cultivated at the eighth level of the Void Realm and comprehended the 'Nine Levels of Fire Art'... I really feel that I have lived on dogs for most of my life!"

"It's not just you? Am I the same?"

...

There was a lot of discussion around Prison Arena, and most people were downcast.

After Feng Tianwu comprehended the 'Nine Layers of Fire Artistic Conception' on the spot, her strength increased greatly, and without any accident, she forced back Su Li, who was originally tied with her.

Just when she was about to pursue the victory.

"I surrender."

Su Li spoke, with a sigh in his tone.

At this moment, Su Li felt a little pity.

Originally, the difference between the three grades of spiritual weapons made his strength weaker than Feng Tianwu, but the sword skills he displayed were undoubtedly stronger than Feng Tianwu's martial skills.

Therefore, in terms of real strength, he is no weaker than Feng Tianwu.

But he never expected that just when he thought the battle with Feng Tianwu would end in a tie, Feng Tianwu actually comprehended the 'Nine Layers of Fire Artistic Conception' on the spot.

Feng Tianwu, who has comprehended the 'Artistic Conception of Nine Layers of Fire', is equivalent to gaining the power of an ancient horned dragon, breaking the balance between him and Feng Tianwu.

It's pointless to keep fighting.

Because, he has no chance of winning, not even a tie.

"Su Li, you are worthy of being Brother Duan's friend...Your sword skills are very strong. If it weren't for my strength surpassing yours, I would not be your opponent."

Facing Su Li who admitted defeat, Feng Tianwu said sincerely.

"Miss Tianwu has won the prize. I am really surprised by your talent and savvy."

Su Li said with some shame.

talent? Comprehension?

Hearing Su Li's words, Feng Tianwu's shining autumn eyes instantly dimmed, and she sighed inwardly, "If possible, I would rather not have this talent and understanding...I just want to be an ordinary person. "

Her talent and savvy depended on the 'Fire Spirit Body' to be so enchanting, but as the owner of the Fire Spirit Body, the pressure she endured was beyond the imagination of ordinary warriors.

When a person knows very early on that at the age of thirty, he will face a "death calamity" with ten deaths and no lives. Only those who have really experienced it know what kind of mood they feel.

"Miss Tianwu, defeated Long Yun and Su Li one after another... ranked 'seventh' in the Dynasty Martial Arts Ranking Tournament, and was rewarded by the royal family of the Han Dynasty, a thousand low-grade primordial stones."

One of the old men, while raising his hand, handed Feng Tianwu a ring.

One thousand low-grade primordial stones!

Immediately, the entire Prison Arena boiled up again.

"One thousand low-grade primordial stones is ten times as much as the reward for the tenth place in the ranking tournament... If I can get so many primordial stones, I can wake up laughing from my dreams!"

"Stop dreaming! Ordinary warriors like you and I don't know if we can get together a hundred low-grade primordial stones, let alone a thousand low-grade primordial stones."

"Yeah, ordinary warriors like us can only accept our fate in this regard!"

...

Many viewers with ordinary cultivation could not help but sigh.

However, Feng Tianwu, the person concerned, faced a thousand low-grade primordial stones, but did not show any joy. After accepting the ring with a calm face, she returned to the upper-class auditorium exclusive to the Feng family and sat back in Feng Wudao's seat. around.

"Brother Wudao, congratulations."

The emperor of the Han Dynasty looked at Feng Wudao and congratulated him repeatedly.

Feng Wudao looked up at the emperor and nodded lightly.

Faced with Feng Wudao's casualness, the emperor was not dissatisfied at all, because he knew that this man had already given him face by nodding to him.

If it was another person, he might not bother at all.

"Master Wudao, congratulations."

"Feng patriarch, congratulations."

...

At this time, many powerful people congratulated Feng Wudao and Feng Tiannan one after another.

Feng Wudao had a calm face, as if he didn't hear it, and ignored it.

Feng Tiannan, on the other hand, squeezed out a stiff smile with a little numbness, and nodded in response.

Obviously, he still couldn't let go of Feng Yunxiang's death.

It was okay for Feng Yunxiang to be defeated by Feng Tianwu first... But in the end, he died at the hands of the 'Long Yun' of the Blackstone Empire, which greatly damaged the face of his Feng family.

However, his Feng family couldn't do anything against that Long Yun.

At least, the Feng family did not dare to act rashly before confirming the details of the strong man behind Long Yun who gave him a third-grade spiritual knife.

Prison arena above.

Another old man looked at Su Li and Long Yun, "Su Li, Long Yun... Now, the two of you will decide the 'eighth' and 'ninth' seats in the ranking tournament."

"I surrender."

After Long Yun glanced at Su Li, he admitted defeat again.

In the depths of his eyes, although he was unwilling, he also knew that he was not Su Li's opponent now.

"Master, don't worry... I will defeat Su Li sooner or later, and I will fight for you!"

Long Yun silently promised in his heart.

"In this way, the 'eighth' of today's Dynasty Martial Arts Ranking Tournament is Su Li...Su Li, you will receive a reward from the royal family of the Han Dynasty, five hundred low-grade primordial stones."

When the old man raised his hand, there were two extra rings in his hand, and he handed one of them to Su Li.

Inside, there are exactly 'five hundred low-grade primordial stones'.

"Long Yun, you are the '9th' in today's Dynasty Martial Arts Ranking Tournament, and you can get a reward of two hundred low-grade primordial stones."

Immediately afterwards, the old man handed another ring to Long Yun.

After Su Li and Long Yun took over the vows, they flew towards the medium auditorium where everyone from the Blackstone Empire was, amid envious and jealous eyes.

"Huh? It's strange that Su Li and Long Yun didn't seem to have the slightest joy after getting so many yuan stones."

Soon, someone discovered the clue.