Chapter 615: Wind of Revival, the God of Wind Is Coming!

"What other methods do you have?" Lin Yang shouted in a deep voice, his eyes burning with flames, which shocked everyone's hearts.

A young man who was only twenty years old could destroy the eighth-grade formation so easily.

Such strength is simply unbelievable.

Mo Qingkuang's strength has exceeded ordinary people's expectations. There are two eighth-grade spiritual formations and three seventh-grade spiritual formations, all of which are designed to counter Lin Yang's attributes.

With this configuration, it is more than enough to kill a Martial Emperor.

But in front of Lin Yang, there was no way to fight back, and everything was destroyed!

Among the previous genius battles, it was the most outstanding one, the one that had achieved several saints, but its finals still failed to be as fierce and powerful as Mo Qingkuang and Lin Yang.

"The defeat has been decided..." Great Sage Pingtian sighed.

Lin Yang was too strong. At this moment, Mo Qingkuang's expression was sluggish and his aura was disordered. It was difficult for him to resist effectively.

Even if they could organize an effective resistance, they probably wouldn't be able to hold on for long in Lin Yang's hands.

"Monkey King, Mo Qingkuang has performed very well. In previous years, he must be the undisputed number one!"

Seeing Mo Fan's stunned eyes and ugly expression, Saint Qi Jin had already begun to comfort Mo Fan.

Almost no one believed that Mo Qingkuang still had a chance to make a comeback!

Only Mo Fan.

He came back to his senses, and instead of feeling lost, he smiled mysteriously: "Not necessarily."

The Medicine Saint below the ring heard him speak like this and thought he was unwilling to admit defeat. He stroked his beard and said sarcastically: "Mo Fan, at this point, are you still unwilling to admit defeat?"

"I admit that your level of training is indeed extraordinary. It is not easy for a loser like Mo Qingkuang to get to where he is today!"

"My master and apprentice have been suppressed by you all these years, which shows that you have some abilities."

"But Lin Yang is destined to be the most shining star of this era and will surely reach the pinnacle of Tianhan Continent. We will become the ultimate winner!"

Mo Fan looked at him coldly when he heard this. His eyes were as if he were looking at the dead bones in a grave, not like looking at a living person.

Medicine Saint was a little creeped out by his gaze, and thought that Mo Fan was a little angry and wanted to take action.

Secretly prepared, and just waiting for Mo Fan to make a move, he quickly moved out to protect Lin Yang and kill Mo Fan at the same time, in order to repay the resentment that had suppressed him and Lin Yang over the years.

Now that he is a seventh-level Martial Saint, even without the Hell Demon Flame, his self-confidence is not something that Mo Fan, a peak Martial Emperor, can handle.

Mo Fan saw that he looked like he was facing a formidable enemy and ignored him.

Instead, he said to Mo Qingkuang, who was already at an absolute disadvantage in the ring: "Qingkuang, let's do it."

Everyone didn't understand what he meant by this. Could it be that Mo Fan had prepared a backup plan for Mo Qingkuang?

But what kind of backup plan can counter Lin Yang in this state?

But when Mo Qingkuang heard what Mo Fan said, a flash of excitement flashed in his heart. It seemed that the Medicine Saint's provocation and sarcasm had completely angered his ancestor.

In this case, I won’t hold back any more!

I saw him slowly closing his eyes and spreading his arms. For a moment, the breeze between the heaven and the earth was pleasant.

Everyone was surprised to find that the black burns on Mo Qingkuang's body caused by the backlash from the formation were rapidly recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye at this moment.

At the same time, Mo Qingkuang's sluggish aura gradually recovered, and his momentum began to rise.

From time to time, there are thunderbolts passing through the sky, accompanied by the gentle breeze, which makes people feel a strange feeling.

Lin Yang felt an ominous premonition in his heart when he saw this.

Mo Qingkuang's strange behavior made him feel that something uncontrollable might be about to happen.

In order to avoid a long night and many dreams, Lin Yang strode forward, punched out both fists, and chose to kill Mo Qingkuang as soon as possible!

The huge fist burned with blazing flames, and Lin Yang's body was radiant with golden light and astonishing black flames, like the anger of a demon!

This punch gathered all the strength of his body and was the strongest blow in his life!

Even a martial saint might have to shy away from this punch.

When the martial saints saw this, they were even more shocked. Lin Yang could actually unleash such a powerful offensive. Don't be frivolous!

But Mo Qingkuang in mid-air did not dodge or even look up at Lin Yang's fist. He just closed his eyes and seemed to be feeling something with his heart!

"Ah——" Lin Yang roared angrily, punched out, and headed straight for Mo Qingkuang.

But just as it was about to fall on Mo Qingkuang, it was bounced away by a gust of wind!

It was just a breeze, without the force of violent tearing, but Lin Yang felt like he was hit by a ball of cotton.

Then there was an astonishing elastic feedback. Lin Yang's body was uncontrollably bounced and flew backwards. He turned several somersaults in mid-air and slid dozens of feet on the ground before he stopped.

Lin Yang looked horrified, looking at Mo Qingkuang in the air and exclaimed: "What are you talking about?"

Mo Qingkuang ignored him and his momentum continued to rise!

Fourth-grade Martial King, fifth-grade Martial King...

Soon, he reached the peak of the Martial Emperor on par with Lin Yang!

It's not over yet!

A shadow appeared behind Mo Qingkuang. It was an old man with a white beard, holding a wheel in his left hand and a basket in his right hand, which looked like a fan wheel.

The old man looked nothing like Mo Qingkuang. His beard and hair were all white, and he looked like an immortal.

It looks even more illusory than Lin Yang's Yan Shen phantom.

The old man was amiable, the wheel swung, and a gentle breeze blew, making people feel comfortable physically and mentally. Some saints even felt that some old injuries in their bodies were recovering!

The look on their faces when they looked at the old man was even more shocking!

They were all top masters, and their feelings were different from those of ordinary people!

In their opinion, this old man who looked amiable and harmless was like a god descending, tall and majestic!

They all felt a palpitation that they dared not compete with him.

Even the Great Saint Pingtian and the Saint of the Vast Sea, who stood at the top of the continent, were the same.

Such palpitations did not appear when they saw Lin Yang's phantom of the God of Flame.

Finally, the Great Saint Pingtian, who had lived for a long time, thought carefully for a while, and exclaimed with some uncertainty: "The wind of revival, Feng Bo!"

All the saints were shocked that this old man was actually the true god Feng Bo in the ancient legend!

It is rumored that Feng Bo is the ancient true god, and good and evil are unclear!

Good times assist the Thunder God and the Rain Master to help all things grow, and the spring flowers bloom, which is the wind of recovery.

Evil times are when a hurricane passes through, leaving no houses, no people, and all livestock and rice fields destroyed, also known as the wind of destruction.

Therefore, sometimes Feng Bo is also called the evil god.

But there is no doubt that Feng Bo is a powerful god, at least in the Tianhan Continent, he is an existence that no martial saint can match.

Perhaps only the legendary martial god realm can compete with it.

No one expected that Mo Qingkuang could actually summon the phantom of Feng Bo.

The situation that was already clear suddenly changed at this moment!