Chapter 812: Wang Feng

"Are you looking forward to the next battle?"
"Next, let us cheer and invite our next two players!"
The referee said loudly into the microphone.
"Wang Feng vs. Liu Qinghe!"
As the words fell, the referee slowly withdrew from the platform.
"Oh?"
"Wang Feng? Are you from the Wang family?"
Suning whispered while listening to the opponents read by the referee.
This year’s hairpin conference was hosted by the Wang family. I didn’t expect them as the organizer to send people to participate in this conference. Before coming, Dawei handed in the list of some of the more popular contestants in this conference. I took a look at Suning, and there was Liu Qinghe's name in it.
Liu Qinghe slowly walked onto the battle platform, with a tall and straight face, a touch of extreme self-confidence on his angular face, his hands wrapped around his chest, and he looked around.
Over the battle platform, Wang Feng's mouth raised a smile, slowly landing from the air, and finally landed on the battle platform ground, indifferently glanced at Suning and his group in the stands.
"Liu Qinghe, well, I know you, but in today's battle, you will not be my opponent!"
Wang Feng turned his head, his expression on Liu Qinghe gradually became cold.
"Since it is a competition, it is still unknown who wins and loses."
Listening to Wang Feng's arrogant words, Liu Qinghe just smiled faintly, and a huge spiritual source fluctuation suddenly broke out with the fall of his words, covering the entire battle platform.
Feeling the horror on the battle platform, the referee's face was a little surprised, and he quickly opened the formation around the battle platform to prevent the battle fluctuations on the platform from endangering the people in the stands.
Liu Qinghe took a deep breath, urging the spiritual source power in his body, a glimmer of cold light flashed in his eyes, and with a movement of his wrist, a long spear flashing cold light appeared in his hand, above the gun body, one after another. The pale white weapon gradually fell.
This hairpin conference is extremely important to Liu Qinghe. As long as he can shine in this hairpin conference, he will have the opportunity to participate in the cultivation of large sects or large families. Door and family are their lifelong dreams.
"Brother Wang, please enlighten me!"
As soon as the voice fell, Liu Qinghe's figure suddenly disappeared, leaving behind an afterimage on the battle platform, a stream of pure energy shot out from the tip of the gun, and went straight towards Wang Feng.
Wang Feng looked at Liu Qinghe who was attacking him indifferently, leaning forward slightly, urging the spirit in his body to originate from under his feet, and with a low explosion, it turned into a red light and shot out, and his long sword directly faced. Liu Qinghe.
"Ding…"
With a clear sound in a sound field, Wang Feng and Liu Qinghe collided with each other, the sword tip faced the gun tip, and a terrifying spiritual source wave spread out, setting off ripples visible to the naked eye in the battlefield. .
The people in the surrounding stands exclaimed and sighed in their hearts. The semi-finals were indeed more exciting than the sea elections.
On the battle platform, both Wang Feng and Liu Qinghe used martial arts techniques, but relying on pure strength to fight each other, for a time, the figures of the two Taoists in the battle platform turned into two rainbow lights, and they kept colliding in the battle platform.
"So fast!"
"Hey, this meeting is worth it!"
...
On the battle platform, Liu Qinghe stared at Wang Feng's movements steadily. He kept calculating his next attack methods and movements in his heart. Suddenly, he seemed to perceive Wang Feng's flaws, and his eyes flashed. Polished.
"drink!"
With a stern shout, Liu Qinghe waved the spear in his hand and pierced it accurately somewhere in front of him.
"Ding…"
Seeing Liu Qinghe's movements, the expression on Wang Feng's face gradually moved and was a little surprised. He raised the sword in his hand and blocked Liu Qinghe's shot.
Although there was no damage, the power of this gun directly knocked Wang Feng's figure to the ground, and the long sword drew a long trace on the ground of the battle platform.
"Huh? What just happened?"
"I'm going, this Liu Qinghe is too scary!"
"Both of them are very strong, but Liu Qinghe's move is really eye-catching. How can he know where Wang Feng is staying!"
...
Seeing Wang Feng, who was on the battle platform receding to the ground, the people in the surrounding stands made a fierce shout again, and this ups and down voice fell through the battle platform barrier and fell into Liu Qinghe's ears.
Wang Feng stood up slowly, a strong sense of war flashed in his eyes, shaking the dust on his body.
"Very well, you are a very strong opponent, worthy of my all-out fight!"
As soon as the voice fell, Wang Feng's whole body, an overbearing spirit source aura suddenly radiated, and his black hair floated up.
"Haha, then please enlighten me from Brother Wang!"
Liu Qinghe laughed and said, with the surging spirit source in his body, an astonishing cold air radiated from his body, and a layer of profound ice gradually condensed on the ground under his feet.
"Xuan Bing Jue!"
With Liu Qinghe's loud shout, a terrifying chill instantly swept the audience, and the temperature of the entire battle platform dropped abruptly. Snow crystals gradually fell from the sky above the battle platform, crystals like sharp blades.
A chuckle appeared at the corner of Wang Feng's mouth, and the temperature of his body suddenly rose. On the long sword in his hand, an extremely hot flame gradually covered the sword.
"Burning Fire Sword Technique!"
Wang Feng's mouth whispered, as the voice fell, the red flame on the sword seemed to be a little better, and the hot temperature scorched the surrounding air to a little distortion.
When Liu Qinghe saw this scene, his expression gradually became dignified. The fire-attribute swordsmanship that Wang Feng displayed was the nemesis of the exercises he cultivated.
As Wang Feng waved his arm, a soaring psychic lightsaber gradually condensed in front of him. In the lightsaber, traces of deep and condensed dark red flames wandered in it.
"Brother Liu, I wonder if you can take this sword!"
Wang Feng let out a chuckle at Liu Qinghe, and a touch of mockery appeared on his face. As soon as his voice fell, the psychic lightsaber in front of him suddenly shot out. The huge power seemed to divide the entire battle platform into two positions. With the lightsaber passing quickly, cracks suddenly appeared on the ground on the battle platform.
Liu Qinghe's expression was startled, and he fully urged the spiritual source power in his body, and quickly built a few gazing thick ice walls in front of him, trying to block this huge psychic lightsaber and buy himself some time.
"boom…"
The psychic lightsaber suddenly pierced the ice wall, making a loud noise. The hot temperature melted the ice wall into a big hole, and a series of pale white water vapor gradually rose.
"Break it for me!"
At the moment when the psychic lightsaber penetrated the last ice wall, Liu Qinghe raised the spear in his hand, and above the tip of the spear, a staring energy beam shot directly at the lightsaber.