Chapter 1451: Saint Inscription!

The onlookers stared intently at the field without caring about their fluttering robes.

In the field, calm was gradually restored after the ripples rolling in the air spread out.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, the purple-clad Duan Ling Tian swung both his hands and took two steps backward before he managed to stop moving. His cheeks were slightly flushed.

In contrast, Feng Fan's broadsword vibrated as he suddenly drew it back. His face turned green and pale but his feet did not move.

Naturally, not many people noticed the difference in their complexions. They merely noticed their body movements.

"Senior Brother Feng Fan was better!"

"Hmph! He dared to grab Senior Brother Feng Fan's broadsword without using his Saint Weapon! He's really courting death."

"Once they fight, we'd know who's stronger immediately! He's still my idol! Senior Brother Feng Fan is stronger."

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Many outer court disciples looked towards Feng Fan with a burning gaze while they were discussing.