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The situation was tense for a while, and it was difficult to tell the difference.

Time passed quietly in this fierce battle. Nanfeng's offensive became more and more fierce, and his sword skills became more and more fierce, constantly trying to break through the flame barrier.

But Xiangyan was always as stable as a mountain, controlling the power of the flames and firmly blocking every attack from Nanfeng.

The southern wind unfolds the unique secret of wind. He waved his slender wrist lightly, and suddenly a storm came over him, causing sand and rocks to fly all over the sky.

The wind and thunder sword danced in his hand, each sword was like the wind and the remaining clouds, and the speed was incredible.

Every step taken by the southern wind seemed to be as light as the breeze, and the light of the wind and thunder sword flashed in the sun, like a falling star.

Western Yan did not show weakness. He took a deep breath and his whole body was ignited with blazing fire.

Under his control, the flame turned into a flaming sword, and the sword's light and shadow contained scorching power.

Xiangfang Yan took firm steps, like a furious beast, facing the strong wind of the south wind.

The fierce duel broke out in just a few breaths, with wind and fire complementing each other in the ring.

Southern Feng's swordsmanship is like a violent storm, ruthless yet agile.

Each of his sword strikes was an instant and wonderful change that seemed to be able to tear the air apart and involve the entire arena in his original storm.

Dongfangyan, on the other hand, faced Nanfeng's violent swordsmanship with a strong attitude without fear.

His flaming sword cuts through the night sky like fire, and every time he swings it, a sea of ​​fire erupts.

As the flames danced, heat waves billowed around the arena, and the blazing temperature made people feel as if they were in the scorching sun.

The battle between Southern Wind and Western Flame is like two torrents colliding, with sparks flying and storms turbulent.

Their figures intertwined on the ring, and every collision inspired strong energy fluctuations.

The audience was all amazed by this wonderful battle. Their moves were as beautiful as dance, and every moment was an ultimate visual feast.

As time went on, Occidentalitis gradually took over.

The flaming sword of the Western Flame is like the god of flames, forcing the Southern Wind to retreat steadily.

However, Nanfeng was not discouraged. Instead, he became more and more courageous as he fought. His sword became more powerful, and the power of the Wind and Thunder Sword reached its peak.

Just as the fire was flying and the wind was surging in the arena, Xiangxi Yan suddenly showed off his more powerful move.

He took a deep breath, the flames all over his body burned more intensely, and the flaming sword condensed into a dazzling flaming blade.

He waved his hand, and the flame blade cut through the space and headed straight towards the south wind.

He managed to resist the southern wind, but the fiery power of the flame blade made him feel irresistible.

In the end, Nanfeng was pierced by the flame blade, and his body was crumbling. The audience in the ring fell into silence, as if the whole world was waiting for the final verdict.

However, just when Nanfeng was about to fall, a determined light flashed in his eyes.

Nanfeng quickly waved the wind and thunder sword in his hand, and the sword light cut through the air, bringing up a gust of wind.

He is agile and moves around the ring like a gust of wind, trying to find the flaw of Xiang Yan.

However, Xiangfangyan did not show weakness. He cleverly used the power of flames to surround his body with fire and neutralize Nanfeng's offensive.

The heat in the ring soared, and the collision of wind and fire made the entire venue extremely hot.

The southern wind continued to release the secret of the wind, making the sword moves more powerful and suppressing Western Yan.

Just when everyone thought that Nanfeng was about to win, the flames in Xiangfang Yan's eyes suddenly surged. His body seemed to be integrated into the flames, and his whole person turned into a ball of raging fire.

He let out a low roar, followed by a dazzling fire, and a sudden burst of powerful energy.

Nanfeng felt the powerful energy emanating from the flames and was shocked.

But it was too late, as a huge palm of blazing flames suddenly attacked him.

Nanfeng tried his best to avoid it, but the flame giant palm was as fast as lightning and hit him instantly, sending him flying away.

There was silence in the ring, everyone was shocked by this sudden blow.

Although Nanfeng fought hard, he was eventually defeated by Xiangyan. The power of flame finally defeated the secret of wind.

After this fierce battle ended, the battle of elements left a strong aftertaste in the ring.

Both Nanfeng and Xiangyan looked a little tired.

Western Yan stood on the winning side, and the power of fire demonstrated his dominance.

Waves of cheers erupted from the audience, and the reputation of Western forces rose again.

The audience erupted in deafening cheers, cheering the victory of the leader of the Western powers.

Nanfeng Feng stood up with difficulty. He looked at Xiang Yan with no trace of resentment in his eyes, only respect for his opponent.

Nanfang Feng sadly retired from the ring. Although he was defeated, this fierce duel also earned his southern power the respect of the immortal cultivators.

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In the ring, Dongfang Yun and Nanfeng stood face to face, and a fierce atmosphere condensed in the air.

The leaders of the two forces were tall and tall, and their eyes were as sharp as knives. They seemed to be able to see into each other's thoughts.

The audience in the audience was silent, only the beating of their heartbeats could be heard.

When the bell on the ring rang, the entire venue fell into silence, with only the sound of wind and faint clouds floating gently.

Dongfang Yun, the leader of the Eastern forces, and Nanfang Feng, the leader of the Southern forces, stood at both ends of the ring, staring at each other, with firm light shining in their eyes.

At the edge of the arena, clouds and mist gradually rose, filling the entire venue.

Dongfang Yun waved his hand, and a thick layer of clouds and mist instantly enveloped the arena, making the entire scene hazy and mysterious.

Nanfeng Feng stared at the clouds in front of him, frowning slightly, aware of the danger.

Dongfang Yun took the first step with a smile, and a white cloud rose under his feet, like angel wings.

He rose into the sky, as if walking on the clouds, moving forward steadily step by step.

At the same time, the southern wind was silently concentrating, and the wind around him gradually strengthened, making his robes rustle.

The ring was turbulent, and the power of the two leaders converged in this area, forming a thrilling visual feast.

Dongfang Yun's eyes flashed, he stretched out his hand, and the clouds and mist suddenly rolled and condensed into white clouds.

These clouds seemed to be alive, and began to rotate, forming a huge wall of clouds, blocking the eastern clouds and the southern wind.

When Nanfeng saw this, he did not flinch. He flicked his fingers, and the power of the wind burst out in an instant, blowing away the cloud wall.

"Dongfang Yun, you claim to have the power of clouds and mist, but do you have the ability to withstand the violent storms of my southern wind?" The southern wind sounded like thunder and its power was astonishing.

Dongfang Yun smiled indifferently and waved his hand gently, and suddenly the arena was filled with thick clouds and mist, wrapping himself in it.

A clear ringing sound came from the clouds and mist, like a fairy sound. The southern wind concentrated its energy, and a strong wind suddenly rose, carrying gusts of wind and sand towards Dongfang Yun.