The next morning, Ling Feng's injuries were almost healed, and the soul power in Ling Feng's body was recovered, and he once again reached his peak state.

"Come on, although I still can't beat you now, I believe that you will die under my knife in no time!" Ling Feng looked at Di Shanglan who had already looked at him.

Di Shanglan smiled slightly: "I have no doubt about this!"

After saying that, Ling Feng took the lead in using the Zuixu Step. His whole figure flashed rapidly and rushed towards Di Shanglan, and suddenly left and right, making people wonder where Ling Feng was, so he didn't know where Ling Feng would attack Di Shanglan. However, Di Shanglan just smiled slightly and reached the sentence: "There is progress!" Then he stabbed a sword casually. Ling Feng saw that Di Shanglan seemed to have a casual sword, but intercepted it towards the route he was moving forward. If he ran according to the original route, he would undoubtedly hit Di Shanglan's long sword. So Ling Feng quickly stopped his body, and then tapped three times in a row. His whole person quickly changed his position and rushed towards Di Shanglan. However, as soon as he took a step, Ling Feng was shocked to find that Di Shanglan's long sword appeared in front of him.

He could no longer control his body, and suddenly hit Di Shanglan's long sword and forced his waist to twist. Ling Feng was gently scratched by Di Shanglan's long sword, and then Ling Feng's Emperor's sword was raised high. The sixth style of the Drunken Emperor's sword technique - the Batian Slash, and slashed towards Di Shanglan on the head. This can be said to be Ling Feng's strongest attack at present, including the highest moves that Ling Feng's Drunken Emperor's sword technique currently mastered, as well as the understanding of the chaos law in Ling Feng's spiritual ocean. In addition, most of Ling Feng's soul power has been injected into the Emperor's sword. This sword is slashed towards Di Shanglan's head with an unparalleled strength. Ling Feng is sure that if Di Shanglan did not dodge, dodge or resist, he would inevitably be killed instantly by his sword, and the power of his sword can be said to have reached the power of most seventh-level lord-level powerhouses.

However, Di Shanglan did not feel as Ling Feng's intentions. He just took a step back and easily dodged Ling Feng's attack. Logically speaking, although Ling Feng's sword did not leap the sword body, the attack range was still very large. He should not retreat within one step. However, Di Shanglan did take a step back and was not hit by Ling Feng's sword at all. Ling Feng felt like his own attack was hitting the sponge with a fierce attack without any resistance to the task. Instead, a strong sense of emptiness came, and he leaned forward and almost fell. However, what Ling Feng didn't know was that it was not Ling Feng's own cause that caused this situation. Di Shanglan seemed to be just dodging, but in fact he used Ling Feng's attack to pull Ling Feng's body forward, which led to Ling Feng's feeling that his body leaned forward and almost fell down.

Just as Ling Feng stood firm and was about to continue attacking, Di Shanglan arrived behind Ling Feng first, and at the same time pushed out with a palm. Ling Feng did not respond at all, and was knocked out by Di Shanglan with a palm, and then sprayed a mouthful of blood in the air, fell to the ground, looking at Di Shanglan depressedly.

"Remember, unless you encounter a situation where you will die, you will not be able to take out all your strength at once, and you will not be able to consume your soul power in one blow. If you fail this blow, wouldn't you become a slaughtered lamb with no resistance? Humph, let's come here today and reflect on yourself!" Di Shanglan glanced at Ling Feng coldly, and then sat down on the side and closed his eyes to rest.

Ling Feng also wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, rolled his eyes at Di Shanglan, then sat cross-legged, began to close his eyes to heal his wounds, and carefully recalled the battle with Di Shanglan just now. Indeed, he was too careless and used almost all his trump cards in one move. If someone avoided or defended himself from this move, wouldn’t he lose the ability to fight?

Then, Ling Feng kept deducing in his mind how to defeat Di Shanglan. Although all the current methods have big loopholes, even Ling Feng knew that these methods could not defeat Di Shanglan at all, but Ling Feng had no choice but to try one by one, and to keep fighting with Di Shanglan to have the possibility of winning.

Another day later, Ling Feng challenged Di Shanglan as usual. Within a few more moves, Ling Feng was punched by Di Shanglan and donated blood all over his mouth. Then he challenged again the next day, then the third day, the fourth day...

Ling Feng practiced day and night and healed his wounds every day, but he never stopped every day and challenged Emperor Shanglan and fought against Emperor Shanglan. Gradually, Ling Feng was able to persist in the process of fighting against Emperor Shanglan for more and more, from the first few minutes to the next ten minutes, fifteen minutes, twenty minutes, thirty minutes... Later, Ling Feng was still able to fight against Emperor Shanglan for an hour or two before he was defeated by Emperor Shanglan, and this defeat would not cause Ling Feng much injury. However, Ling Feng didn't know that too much had passed. The battle day and night had already made Ling Feng forget the time and anything else, but was constantly immersed in the cultivation and battle of studying how to defeat Emperor Shanglan.

After a while, Ling Feng was becoming more and more braver in the battle, and he was able to gain the upper hand in a short period of time, which gradually led Di Shanglan to a disadvantage. However, in the end, Ling Feng was still defeated, because Di Shanglan could rely on defense to drain Ling Feng's soul power until he was exhausted until he fell down with exhaustion.

"Ling Feng, although you have reached the sixth level of martial arts master, your mixed-match law cultivation has reached the eighth level, and your Drunken Emperor's sword technique has also mastered the seventh style - Feitian Slash, and the Drunken Void Step technique has reached the eighth level, and its speed is still faster than me, but I can still consume your soul power by relying on defense. If you are still dead in real battles, you will still be the one who dies, do you understand? So, you still have shortcomings now, and you should know what you still lack." Di Shanglan looked at Ling Feng on the ground and said lightly.

Ling Feng nodded indifferently, then closed his eyes.

"Even if he can surpass Di Shanglan in soul power, he still can't kill him now! He doesn't have the ability to fly in the air in battle. He can use defense and dodge to exhaust me to death. If he uses flight in the air, I will have no way to do it. I don't know how long it will take for me to kill him! Could it be that I really need to break through to become a lord-level powerhouse?" Ling Feng sighed, no longer thinking about it, no longer practicing, but letting the mysterious skill of the Drunken Emperor in his body run wildly, and he sleeps with peace of mind.

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Chapter completed!