Spiritual Furnace
Chapter 89
"That…"
"Controlling five flying swords at the same time? How can Chu Yan''s spiritual sense be so powerful?"
"Such a perverted spiritual sense is comparable to a cultivator in the early stage of foundation establishment!"
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No one in the stands was amazed.
"Junior Brother Qi, could it be said that Chu Changtian left a secret method to cultivate spiritual sense for this son before his death?"
The anger on Xiang Yunkong''s face before was replaced by shock at this time, and he was a little unbelievable.
"It''s very possible, Senior Brother Xiang, you know that Chu Changtian had quite a few weird tricks back then!"
Qi Tianlie said lightly, but his heart was filled with greed. Since ancient times, there have been very few ways to cultivate spiritual sense. Who would think that his spiritual sense is too strong? At this time, the killing intent towards Chu Yan was even stronger.
After Chu Yan rehabilitated himself, the power of his spiritual sense was comparable to that of some extremely talented qi-training cultivators. In addition, he had practiced the supreme secret techniques such as the "Qian Nian Yuan Jue". In the middle of the foundation-building period, the cultivators challenged.
On the ring, Xiang Feng was already a little sluggish.
"This, how, how is it possible?"
Xiang Feng''s eyes widened, his face full of incredulity.
Looking at the five flying swords hovering above Chu Yan''s head, Xiang Feng finally understood what it meant by banning an axe. Chu Yan really had arrogant capital.
"Hmph, but how can your spiritual power be as strong as this young master, and it will drain you to death if you drain me!"
Xiang Feng thought about it for a while and then shouted violently, and the spiritual energy in his body burned up, pushing the three silver flying swords to the extreme.
"Is that so?"
Chu Yan smiled faintly, the Qingmang sword was at the forefront, and the remaining four golden pin swords were arranged behind them, and they rushed towards the three silver flying swords in a cone shape.
The eight flying swords slammed into each other, and the spiritual power radiated out.
Five to three, Chu Yan naturally has the advantage.
However, Xiang Feng''s three-handed flying swords seemed to be on drugs, and they continued to attack frantically. As a result, although Chu Yan''s five-handed flying swords had the upper hand, they were not able to break the three flying swords for a while.
Chu Yan just focused on controlling the five flying swords, and had no tendency to change his moves. It seemed that he was ready to fight Xiang Feng to the end.
"That wind really has a good mind. He wants to fight for his spiritual power, and it really is a good way!"
"Yeah, but Chu Yan is really a fool to compete for spiritual power!"
"Xiang Feng is a cultivator at the peak of the 12th floor in the Qi training period. The strength of his spiritual power is not comparable to that of a rookie at the ninth floor of the Qi training period!"
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Some discerning people in the stands have already seen Xiang Feng''s intentions. In their opinion, Chu Yan is a bit fanciful. With so many powerful means, why should he foolishly fight with others with strong spiritual power.
However.
After half an hour, the expressions of everyone changed.
Chu Yan was chatting and laughing, without any signs of fatigue, and he still controlled the five flying swords with ease to fight against Xiang Feng.
Contrasting style.
At this time, there were beads of sweat oozing out on his face, and he looked a little tired.
He would not be able to endure it for a long time by consuming spiritual energy so unreservedly. He clearly felt that the twelve strands of spiritual energy in his dantian had already consumed six strands.
"This guy is definitely holding on! Within half a quarter of an hour, his spiritual power will be exhausted!"
Xiang Feng stared at Chu Yan, and secretly said in his heart.
Half an hour passed, and at this moment, everyone''s eyes widened, as if they had seen a ghost.
This fellow Chu Yan, there was still no trace of exhaustion on his face, and the five flying swords he steered became more and more flexible.
"This…"
Xiang Feng looked extremely tired at this time, his face was as pale as never before, and he was sweating like rain, and he was speechless in shock.
At this time, there was only the last ray of spiritual power left in Xiang Feng''s dantian, and more than half of this spiritual power had been consumed.
Spiritual power is about to run out! And when the spiritual power is exhausted, it is also the time of its defeat!
Wrong, completely wrong, Xiang Feng only knew at this moment that he was extremely stupid. If there was no such strong spiritual support, how could Chu Yan fight with himself for spiritual power.
Chu Yan is stupid? It''s a big joke! That is capital!
"Here, pinch me, I''m not dreaming!"
"Chu Yan only has nine layers of spiritual power in the Qi training period, how can it be more vigorous than Xiang Feng?"
"I''ve never seen common sense in this guy!"
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Above the stands, everyone was a little numb to Chu Yan''s repeated actions against the sky.
"Hehe, is this the way you want to defeat?"
Chu Yan said lightly, his aura suddenly released, and the five flying swords in the air were in full bloom, and the three silver flying swords were defeated.
He still has so much spiritual power left?
"Dangdang!"
Suddenly, the three silver flying swords fell to the ground, losing all light.
"Bang!"
The last ray of spiritual power in the dantian dissipated, and the spiritual power was exhausted. At this moment, Xiang Feng felt hopeless.
Why does Chu Yan have so much spiritual energy left?
In the past, because Chu Yan was wielding five flying swords, relying on the power of many swords, Chu Yan used only half of Xiang Feng''s spiritual power to fight against him. In addition, Chu Yan''s true nature Spiritual strength is comparable to a cultivator of the Great Perfection during the Qi training period.
"I won''t lose!"
Xiang Feng''s face suddenly turned hideous, and he roared loudly. At the same time, a blood-colored elixir appeared in his hands at some point!