After a period of drawing lots, all contestants got their own exclusive numbers.
There were more than 200 sect representatives invited, nearly a thousand people.
Then, the card playing officially began.
According to the numbers on the numbers, the first few people to appear were of unsatisfactory strength and average level.
In fact, this is also a tactic. Who can push out his most powerful person as soon as he comes up?
Zhang Ying looked at these people and shook his head, obviously looking down on them.
Even Zheng Yang and Han Shangjie behind him felt that they could easily defeat them.
"It seems that our sect in the Great Xia Dynasty is in decline." Han Shangjie sighed with emotion.
"Hmph, their decline will just show how powerful our royal family is."
"It's really an emergency, it's easier for them." Chen Fei said.
At this time, Zhang Ying's attention was all on the ring. After a while, he breathed out gently.
"This game is almost over again." Zhang Ying said.
Afterwards, Chen Fei also turned his attention to the ring.
On the ring, a man was holding a long sword, attacking his opponent like raindrops.
The other man raised his long stick and resisted in a panic, but it was in vain.
After a while, the weapon of the player wielding the stick was pushed away, and the opponent's long sword stabbed straight at him.
Less than three inches away from the man's throat, he stopped attacking.
"you win."
The sword-wielding warrior retracted his sword, clasped his fists, and returned to his position.
"Next group, No. 17, Hunting Knife Faction, Qin Meng."
"Fighting, Flying Sword Sect, Wu Zhengting." The recorder said loudly.
Later, Wu Zhengting took the lead.
I saw this man holding a long sword and dressed like a disciple of the sect, which gave people the illusion of being otherworldly.
Another man named Qin Meng was dressed in black and carried a wide sword behind his back.
After Zhang Ying saw Qin Meng, his eyes instantly lit up.
Let’s not talk about the warrior named Qin Meng, who gives people a deep and unpredictable feeling.
The sword behind him alone looked very heavy and could not be used by anyone other than Kong Wu.
His weapon was even more intimidating than Long Yang's sword.
"Old Zhang, what do you think of this guy?" Chen Fei also noticed the difference between Qin Meng and said to Zhang Ying.
"Very good!" Zhang Ying commented.
As an important figure in the royal family, there are only a handful of people who can be under the eyes of Zhang Ying and Chen Fei at the same time.
It can be seen that Qin Meng's strength will definitely shock people.
After Wu Zhengting saw Qin Meng's sword, he was stunned for a moment, and then a smile appeared on his lips.
Because he felt that Qin Meng's sword was too heavy and heavy to use flexibly.
You can use your speed to win.
After making up his mind, Wu Zhengting quickly took up his stance and was ready to attack at any time.
With an order, Wu Zhengting's figure rushed forward quickly, hoping to rely on his own strengths to quickly defeat his opponent.
However, unexpectedly, Qin Meng did not take out his weapon, but used his fists and kicks to respond to Wu Zhengting's attack.
Seeing this situation, Wu Zhengting suddenly laughed.
This smile, of course, contains a lot of ridicule.
The long sword in his hand was swinging faster and faster, but at this moment, Wu Zhengting felt something was wrong the more he fought.
Although he had the upper hand, he was still unable to effectively attack Qin Meng.
Every attack seemed like Qin Meng could barely dodge it, but it never caused any harm to him.
Not even a scratch on the clothes.
This made Wu Zhengting, who was usually arrogant and arrogant, suddenly became furious and then launched a frantic attack on Qin Meng.
At this time, Wu Zhengting didn't care about any swordsmanship or routines, he was just playing like a reckless man.
At this moment, Qin Meng suddenly grabbed Wu Zhengting's sword-holding arm.
Wu Zhengting subconsciously wanted to take it back, but no matter how hard he tried, Qin Meng's big hands grabbed him tightly like iron pliers.
Immediately afterwards, Qin Meng punched directly, hitting Wu Zhengting's face.
After one punch, Wu Zhengting's white-faced scholar-like face suddenly seemed disfigured.
At this moment, Wu Zhengting felt that his mind was blank and his face was burning with pain.
After taking a few steps back, he forced himself to stand still.
"well played."
In the scene just now, Zhang Ying and others had a panoramic view of the whole process, and they couldn't help but admire it.
First, he uses his body skills to dodge the opponent's attacks, thereby confusing the opponent's sword skills.
Then seize the opportunity and deliver a fatal blow.
It must be said that Qin Meng's style of play fully demonstrated his skills and psychology.
"Wu Zhengting's defeat has been determined. Qin Meng won this competition very thoroughly." Chen Fei also said.
How could Wu Zhengting give up so easily in the ring?
After shaking his head a few times to regain consciousness, he raised the sword in his hand again.
However, the nature of the battle at this moment has changed.
What started out as a martial arts competition has now become like revenge.
Liu Mingsong saw this situation and knew that Wu Zhengting had no chance of winning.
From the beginning to now, Qin Meng didn't even take out his own weapons and was able to defeat Wu Zhengting with just his fists and kicks.
The battle started again, but it was only Wu Zhengting who was beaten unilaterally.
At this time, Qin Meng no longer defended blindly, but launched a fierce attack.
This kind of pleasure of punching to the flesh is the real charm of fighting.
After receiving a positive kick, Wu Zhengting was forced back a few steps. At the same time, Qin Meng quickly took off the sword from his back.
Taking advantage of Wu Zhengting's retreat, Qin Meng swung his sword directly.
But it stopped less than three inches above Wu Zhengting's head.
Now that you have won, there is no need to kill again. This is also a basic principle of competition.
Wu Zhengting felt a chill go through his head and immediately collapsed to the ground.
Afterwards, Qin Meng took back his sword and turned around to walk away.
However, at this moment, something unexpected happened.
After Qin Meng put away his sword and turned around, Wu Zhengting's face suddenly darkened.
With hatred and unwillingness on his face, he clenched the sword in his hand again.
next moment. Wu Zhengting stood up quickly and thrust his sword straight at Qin Meng.
"stop!"
"Qin Meng, get out of the way!"
"..."
Everyone on the field was in an uproar when they saw this situation, and they all warned Qin Meng.
It was too late, but it was too soon, at the moment Wu Zhengting rushed towards Qin Meng.
Zhang Ying slapped his palm, and a teacup on the table flew out, hitting Wu Zhengting in the head.
With a click, the tea cup shattered instantly, and the hot tea fell on Wu Zhengting's body and head.
when!
Because the sneak attack was interfered with, Wu Zhengting's long sword did not stab Qin Meng's vital parts, but instead stabbed the sword on Qin Meng's back.
The next moment, Qin Meng slowly turned his head and stared at Wu Zhengting.
