Cheng Ling was finally woken up by Xuan Lingzi. He jumped onto the ring and smiled apologetically at the presiding elder.
The presiding elder was speechless. I really didn’t know if this disciple had a big heart or a short-circuited brain. He could be distracted for so long on the competition field. But since Cheng Ling also came up, he said: "The competition begins!"
Cheng Ling held the sword in both hands, with the tip of the sword facing downwards. He bowed slightly and made a sword salute.
His behavior made both the presiding elder and Xuan Wuxiang secretly nod. At least the basic etiquette of this kid's martial arts competition was still very good.
Liu Feng sneered and said: "If you are scared, why are you here? If you commit suicide again today, no one will care about you, and your master can't afford to shame that person!"
Cheng Ling swung his sword in the air a few times and said calmly: "Today, I will not kill myself. I am afraid that you will suffer some pain. Let's settle the vengeance of that day together!"
"Hmph, you brat, you've grown more capable. Let's take my sword moves!"
Liu Feng was so angry that he took two steps forward and struck Cheng Ling head-on with his sword. Cheng Ling raised his sword horizontally and raised his right hand. With a "dang" sound, he blocked his blow. Liu Feng was shocked to the point that his arms were numb, and he secretly thought that this kid was so strong.
He made a mistake in his step, and the sword in his hand turned into a thorn, stabbing directly towards Cheng Ling's face. Cheng Ling lowered his head, dodged it by a hair, and stabbed his vital parts with four swords. Liu Feng quickly retreated, dodged four moves, and shouted in a low voice: "Flowing Fire Sword Technique!"
In an instant, a series of sword moves came towards Cheng Ling. Cheng Ling didn't panic. He used his skills as he saw them and struck back with his swords from time to time. This made Liu Feng very uncomfortable. He always felt that a set of swordsmanship would be interrupted halfway through and he had to change his moves.
But just as he changed his moves, he felt enveloped by Cheng Ling's swordsmanship again, and could only passively defend. But it seems that Cheng Ling is only using some basic swordsmanship here and there, but he has the rhythm of the battle completely in his hands.
Sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes letting him go to the left. After blocking a few swords, he had to dodge to the right again. It was like a marionette, moving according to Cheng Ling's wishes.
In less than a quarter of an hour, Liu Feng's body was scratched in many places. But Cheng Ling's hand was very gentle, so that Liu Feng would not feel much pain, but he was just annoyed and added scars to his body from time to time.
What he did could not be seen by the disciples participating in the competition, but the sect master and the four hall masters who were watching the battle could clearly see it. Chen Hai snorted coldly and said: "What a vicious boy, do you want Liu Feng to bleed to death?"
Xuan Lingzi didn't move at all, as if he didn't hear it. Song Hanyu said in a cold voice: "If you are not as skilled as others, you can admit defeat. If you are holding on for dear life, do you want the other party to admit defeat?"
Chen Hai was stagnant and speechless, but the look in his eyes at Cheng Ling became even more resentful.
After fighting for a while, Cheng Ling saw that Liu Feng was covered in blood and couldn't bear to hurt him anymore. This little interest was almost done. The sword technique in his hand changed, and within a few moves he placed the sword under Liu Feng's neck.
When the presiding elder saw it, he announced: "Cheng Ling wins, and the next game begins!"
Liu Feng's eyes were full of hatred, but he was helpless. There was blood everywhere on his body, so Cheng Ling had to be merciful, otherwise it would be easy to cut off his veins and make him a cripple.
He walked down from the ring slumped and said bitterly: "Cheng Ling, don't be proud. One day I will make you repay double this debt!"
Cheng Ling sighed secretly. It seemed that he was still too soft-hearted. Such a person should not be merciful at all. But he also knew that his own ideas were very different from those of the people in this world, so he really couldn't do it to destroy others.
The next game continued, and Song Yingjie and Chen Lei also won. By the end of this round, Cheng Ling also saw that several disciples were indeed powerful.
The first one is the disciple named Cheng Batong. Just by looking at this surname, you can tell that he comes from the Martial Arts Hall. There are many disciples in the Martial Arts Hall, and there are still three who are in the top eleven, namely Cheng Hao, Cheng Zhong, and Cheng Zhenghong.
The sword hall is also good, with Chen Lei, Chen Mo, and Chen Xiao, among whom Chen Mo has the highest cultivation and swordsmanship.
There are also three people in Wutang, Song Yingjie, Zhu Ran, and Xia Shiren. When he thinks of these two names, Cheng Ling's stomach twitches again...!
The only one left is Cheng Ling. After all, the formation hall is mainly focused on the formation path, so there is less time for cultivation. At this round, only Cheng Ling has entered among the eleven disciples.
At this time, another person will have a bye in the subsequent duel. The three disciples of the sword hall kept praying, and the martial arts hall also stared at the presiding elder.
The presiding elder's face glowed red. It was so refreshing to be noticed at such a moment! He kept feeling around in the lottery box, but would not show the result. Later, all the disciples became impatient, and even the sect leader snorted coldly.
He just grabbed a sign, opened it and said loudly: "The disciple who has a bye in the next round, No. 9 Cheng Ling!"
Everyone was in an uproar, Cheng Ling must be so lucky! I was able to draw him in two byes. Could it be that he is the brother-in-law of the presiding elder? I never heard that he has a girl!
Cheng Ling was also speechless. He also wanted to fight with the disciples of the martial arts hall. He only knew a few kinds of spells. Earlier, when the disciples of the martial arts hall were attacking, they were bombarded with spells one by one. The other party had no ability to fight back. I don’t know if I can go up there myself.
Xuan Lingzi smiled slightly, feeling that this disciple was becoming more and more interesting. Don't underestimate such trivial matters, for those who practice Taoism, this is actually a kind of "power".
Your luck has always been so good. Over time, it will form an inertia and your chances of obtaining treasures will greatly increase in your future monastic career.
Think about it, the first draw was 43 to 1, and the second draw was 11 to 1. Although the probability is low, it is still very difficult. The presiding elder will not mess with such a trivial matter. In addition, it is Two times in a row, then this luck is not ordinary.
Everyone has different thoughts, and the presiding elder can't control that much. He directly announced: "The first game, Cheng Batong vs. Chen Xiao, the game begins!"
The two jumped onto the ring one after another and started fighting without any nonsense. Cheng Ling looked carefully and saw that Cheng Batong was very skilled in using the spell. His hands did not stop, and fireballs, ice blades, and ice cones were constantly blasted towards Chen Xiao from his hands.
Chen Xiao dodged while trying to get closer to the opponent, but Cheng Batong's spells were endless, as if he had endless spiritual power in his body. He was beaten until he couldn't get close at all, and he was hit several times with spells. He persisted for half a quarter of an hour, and was hit more times. He was seriously injured and had no choice but to admit defeat.
The disciples of the sword hall and the martial arts hall frowned. This style of fighting is really tricky. They can only rely on their own body skills and shooting speed to get close to the opponent in an instant. As long as they get close, the disciples of the martial arts hall will At a disadvantage!
The second game continued, Kendo Chen Lei versus Shudo Cheng Zhong. In the viewing gallery, both Chen Hai and Cheng Yuan frowned. This was too bad luck. It was just the disciples of the Sword Hall and the Martial Arts Hall who were fighting among themselves. The only one who was cheaper was the Martial Hall.
Chen Lei's cultivation and swordsmanship were pretty good. As soon as the elder announced the start, he hurriedly approached Cheng Zhong and stabbed Cheng Zhong's arm with the sword in his hand, hoping that he would not have time to cast the spell at all.
Cheng Zhong also knew that if they fought in close combat, he would never be able to take advantage, so he quickly retreated, trying to distance himself. But Chen Lei couldn't let him leave. He pressed hard all the way, and the two of them ran around in the ring.
Cheng Zhong suffered the disadvantage of having limited space in the ring, and it wasn't long before he was forced into a corner by Chen Lei. Chen Lei used his sword skills to cast a thin shadow of swords in front of him, never letting Cheng Zhong leave the corner.
In desperation, Cheng Zhong could only cast defensive spells, but Chen Lei had a sword in his hand, and he was made of flesh and blood. After a while, he was stabbed several times in a row and had to admit defeat.
Chen Lei also breathed a sigh of relief. It was really hard to win this battle. He didn't relax at all. He had already used his sword skills and body skills to the limit.
In the third game, Cheng Hao versus Song Yingjie. Song Yingjie wanted to use Chen Lei's method to deal with Cheng Hao, but Cheng Hao had taken precautions and distanced himself from the beginning. The two fought hard for two quarters of an hour, and finally Cheng Hao exhausted his spiritual power and had no choice but to admit defeat.
The fourth game, Chen Mo versus Xia Shiren. Chen Mo's cultivation and swordsmanship should be the strongest in Cheng Ling's eyes. Xia Shiren lasted for a cup of tea before losing.
In the fifth game, Cheng Zhenghong versus Zhu Ran. Cheng Zhenghong's spells are much more powerful than those of the others. He didn't care at all that Zhu Ran was approaching from the beginning, and he blocked two punches and kicks. He drew a circle in the air with his right hand, and a red ball of light came to his hand and blasted directly towards Zhu Ran.
Zhu Ran was shocked. He thought that Cheng Zhenghong would definitely find a way to distance himself, and would not forcefully confront him and be caught off guard and hit.
The red ball of light hit his chest, powerful energy exploded, and he instantly spurted out a mouthful of blood. Cheng Zhenghong stretched out his right hand and placed two sword fingers under his throat, with a layer of white light glowing on his fingers.
Zhu Ran smiled bitterly and said, "I admit defeat!"
Cheng Ling's pupils shrank. This Cheng Zhenghong was not simple. Not only was his defense strong, but his attack methods were also different from ordinary spells. In the previous games, he must have hidden his strength.
A trace of caution flashed in Chen Mo's eyes. Cheng Zhenghong is a powerful enemy!
Song Yingjie whispered in Cheng Ling's ear: "Cheng Zhenghong is really powerful, but I am not sure of defeating him. A martial artist who is not afraid of close combat and can attack from a distance is almost invincible."
Cheng Ling nodded in agreement, then shook his head and said, "Don't worry, no matter what martial arts, there will always be flaws. As long as you can catch his flaws, you can win!"
With the end of this game, there were only six contestants left in the field.
The presiding elder glanced at them, then put his hand into the lottery tube. After a moment, he took out two lottery tickets, opened them and said, "First match, Chen Lei versus Cheng Ling!"
Chen Lei was overjoyed and burst into laughter. He jumped onto the ring first, pointed at Cheng Ling and said, "Cheng Ling, come up here and die!"
Cheng Ling secretly sighed, why does this guy feel so good about himself? Well, since he must seek abuse, let's give him a profound memorial!
