The Wind Blade Array was originally a skill that unleashed ten wind blades simultaneously, using speed and quantity to lock down an opponent's movements.
Now, Feng Xiaotian compressed the Dancing Wind Blades into a single blade, using the speed of his arm movements to compensate for the lack of quantity.
He achieved a compressed version of the Wind Blade Array.
This slightly complex and cumbersome technique could only be performed by someone like Feng Xiaotian, who possessed an absolute advantage in speed.
However, this indeed posed a great threat to Ling Yun.
The faster and sharper attack than the Martian Ray attacked him, and Ling Yun was able to experience the feelings of others when facing his Martian Ray.
However, unlike them, Ling Yun was not without any ability to resist when facing the Wind Blade Array.
A sharp light burst out from Ling Yun's pupils, and the mental power in his mind was mobilized to the limit.
"Since I can't dodge it, then let's see whose attack is sharper!"
The Mars core condensed in his chest quickly split into five equal parts, forming a pentagon.
This pentagon, formed by Mars cores, released a blazing white light as it split, and rotated rapidly in the state of Mars cores, forming a perfect white ring from the pentagon.
When Feng Xiaotian on the opposite side saw this blazing white ring appearing undisguised on Ling Yun's chest, he felt an even stronger sense of crisis than when facing Wang Xing.
His pupils shrank sharply, and his claws condensed wind blades again, but Ling Yun, who had prepared well before the match, would not give Feng Xiaotian time.
The rapidly rotating Mars core ring, under Ling Yun's extreme control, flew out from his chest as a whole.
As it flew, the outer edge of the Mars core ring burst out with blazing white Martian Rays, spreading outward.
Because the circle was parallel to the front of the person, and the Mars core itself rotated too fast, it formed a constantly cutting circular disc.
If the simple Martian Ray was an eruption of energy, then this Mars core Cutting Wheel was a combination of the Mars core's own rotation and energy eruption.
This move was an advanced application of the Martian Ray, and it was also a skill designed to deal with Feng Xiaotian's super-strong dodging ability.
The advancing speed of the Mars core Cutting Wheel was no different from the eruption speed of the Martian Ray.
Under the coverage of the dozens of meters long Martian Ray, the arena with a diameter of a hundred meters seemed so small, especially since the wheel that erupted from the edge of the boundary line completely exceeded the arena, leaving no room for dodging.
The massive wheel collided with Feng Xiaotian's wind blade in the middle of the two.
This Martian Ray, whose single line was composed of the energy of two Martian Rays, did not show any signs of breaking when facing Feng Xiaotian's compressed wind blade.
Even, under the high-speed cutting of the five Martian Rays, the wind blade shattered first.
The power of the two was the same, but Ling Yun's wheel could rotate.
If once didn't work, then twice, if twice didn't work, then three times.
Under the repeated cutting of the wheel, the wind blade, which lacked follow-up power, could only be quickly torn apart by the wheel and turned into pure elements, dissipating in mid-air.
The Mars core Cutting Wheel was both an attack skill and a large-scale defense skill.
In front of this energy barrier composed of Martian Rays, no attack could easily pass through.
Ling Yun's eyes were bloodshot at this moment, and blood was flowing from his nose.
This was proof that his mental power had been severely depleted, but at this moment he had no time to take care of other things, his attention was completely focused on Feng Xiaotian.
He wanted to see how Feng Xiaotian would respond through the small gap in the middle of the ring.
Facing this large-scale, high-speed attack, even Feng Xiaotian, who was as fast as the wind, could not dodge the attack.
In a hurry, his fourth soul ring behind him lit up instantly.
Three half-foot long sharp blades ejected from between his finger bones, just like Wolverine's bone claws.
A phantom wolf shadow appeared behind him, and a one-and-a-half-meter long cyan wind blade extended from the half-foot long sharp blade.
Feng Xiaotian moved both hands together, and the six wind blade claws, like long knives, were placed in front of him, directly colliding with the cutting surface of the wheel.
But even this energy claw blade, whose single strength was superior to the compressed wind blade, broke immediately like being cut by a chainsaw at the moment of contact.
And continued to advance, touching the entity blade between the finger bones.
"Zizi Zizi"
The sound of friction like a chainsaw sawing iron came from the claws, and fortunately, Feng Xiaotian's claws were far stronger than the energy body.
He continuously output soul power to maintain the wind blade, but it would immediately dissipate the moment it was extended.
At this moment, the cutting force of the wheel clearly surpassed Feng Xiaotian's fourth soul skill.
The cyan wind blade appeared incomparably small under the blazing white light wheel.
The huge circular wheel advanced from the other end of the arena to more than half the position in the blink of an eye, and quickly dissipated.
It was as short-lived as a brilliant firework, but the impression it gave people was so clear.
The blazing white light dissipated, and the entire arena underwent earth-shattering changes.
In the half of the arena where Ling Yun was, except for the piece of land under his feet that remained intact, a huge semi-circular pit that was about half a meter deep appeared in front of him.
Observing from above, it was like a rectangular shape embedded in a circular pattern.
Such a wide range of attacks that changed the arena made the onlookers shocked.
The fishy smell of soil and the scorching heat mixed in the air further confirmed that this was not an illusion.
At the edge of the arena, Ling Yun, standing on the only intact arena on his side, wanted to see if Feng Xiaotian had fallen through the blurred heat.
But to his disappointment, on the other half of the arena, that is, on the arena that was still intact, stood a strong cyan figure.
"Didn't fall down?"
Ling Yun had already overdrawn his mental power at this time, and the brain pain that had been suppressed by excitement began to take effect.
His consciousness also began to gradually blur.
It was also at this time that Feng Xiaotian's voice came from the opposite side, he said: "It's a pity, if your Mars core martial soul could maintain until the other side of the arena, I might really have lost this match.
Ling Yun, what is this move called?"
At this time, paying attention to Feng Xiaotian's claws, you can observe that fine serrated cut marks appeared on the front half of the inner side of his blades.
Being able to bring such damage to his claws with a level difference of two major ranks, Feng Xiaotian was full of admiration for Ling Yun, who created such a powerful skill.
However, before he could hear a reply, Ling Yun completely fainted.
The referee on the sidelines saw the arena that was mostly damaged, which made him hesitate.
Now they should repair the arena first, but this does not conform to the compact, continuous promotion rules.
It was also at this time that Emperor Xue Ye stood up and said: "Continue the competition."
