C116 (1/2)

In the space of the Dao, Yi Feng could clearly observe Yu Ziyang's every move. He could even foresee his next move. However, Yu Ziyang's cultivation was higher than Yi Feng's, so the two were evenly matched.

As the battle progressed, Yi Feng's understanding of the space of the dao grew deeper and deeper. The so-called space of the dao was a martial artist's understanding of the dao, and in addition to that, there was also the space created by the ingenious use of the aura perception. Here, a martial artist's perception was extremely keen, and not only that, but as one's cultivation increased, they could even control everything within the space of the dao.

Yu Ziyang was very depressed in his heart. No matter how he attacked, the opponent would be able to resolve it. Moreover, it was very difficult for his aura to lock onto Yi Feng's figure. This kind of battle team was getting more and more disadvantageous to him.

But now that Yu Ziyang had left Yi Feng's dao space, Yu Ziyang would never do such a thing. Even if he died, he wouldn't lose his face because this was the pride of a disciple from a large sect. Once he left Yi Feng's dao space, he would signify his defeat.

However, he could not do it this way. Since the Phantom Sword was useless now, he had to use another method. Yu Ziyang's heart skipped a beat, but there was some hesitation in his eyes as to whether or not he should use this attack.

Yi Feng was completely immersed in battle. He felt like he was in control of every part of the Dao Space. His flesh and blood fused together, as if this space was created by his own body.

The more he fought, the more relaxed Yi Feng became, although he would not lose, but this kind of ending was not something he could accept. His eyes unconsciously swept across Liu Jing'er, who was standing outside the ring, and Yu Ziyang's expression suddenly became ferocious, his eyes radiating killing intent.

Liu Li Jing'er's gaze was completely focused on Yi Feng, and the worry in her eyes could be seen by anyone. Yu Ziyang couldn't help but be angry because the woman he liked only had another man in his heart, and that man was still fighting with him.

Yu Ziyang roared angrily, the expression on his face was extremely terrifying, his right hand turned and the Phantom Shadow Sword disappeared, following that, a black short flute appeared in his hand. It was different from Liu Li Jing'er's flute, the flute gave off a bloody smell, and a trace of Evil Qi also leaked out.

The moment Yu Ziyang took out the flute, Yi Feng's figure retreated. At this moment, Yi Feng felt a sense of danger that he had never felt before, a sense of death pervading the air.

The pupils of Liu Li Jing'er's eyes shrank as she asked in shock, ”Why is the Evil Dragon flute on his body?”

That was Yu Ziyang's grandmother, the Divine Music Valley Great Elder's famous weapon, a high grade one weapon. Although it was a high grade one weapon, its special ability was comparable to a top grade weapon. No one would have imagined that the Great Elder of the Divine Music Valley would hand it over to Yu Ziyang.

Several elders who were meditating in the depths of the courtyard opened their eyes once more. One of them even had a glimmer in her eyes before sighing and closing them again.

The four elders beside him shook their heads helplessly. However, they did not enter their meditative state again. Instead, their figures instantly disappeared from their original positions as they shot explosively toward the plaza.

Yu Ziyang seemed to be wary of the evil Qi emitted by the black flute, but soon after, his eyes hardened as the true energy in his body continued to pour into the black flute. A moment later, the surface of the black flute started to emit a black mist, at this moment, even Yi Feng was unable to sense Yu Ziyang for more than 10 feet.

What is this? Yi Feng's expression was solemn. The Void Illusionary Sword had already been put away. This black flute was probably much stronger than the Void Illusionary Sword, but he didn't know what the sacred art was.

Yi Feng could not even see Yu Ziyang's figure clearly. Not only that, Yi Feng could sense that he had completely lost all sense of the area around the black flute, even the space of the Dao was not affected in the slightest. Yi Feng knew that this attack was extremely terrifying.