"The show has just begun, it's not certain who will win!" Silently happy and angry, the slightly fat disciple felt something in his heart. He seemed to have understood a hint of the true meaning, and then turned around and laughed sarcastically.
This sudden change was unexpected, and a look of surprise flashed in the cold and arrogant man's eyes. I saw that Zhu Bupang quickly calmed down his extremely fluctuating emotions, and after just a few breaths, he could not see him again.
"Take the move!"
Immediately afterwards, Zhu Bupang raised his right hand, and an erratic shadow appeared on the ground. After the kind-browed old man yelled the word "start", he raised his hands and jumped up, with his bare hands, which surprised everyone.
He's crazy! ?
The same thought flashed through the minds of all the inner and outer disciples. At the VIP table, unlike the man in black who raised his eyebrows indifferently and expressed appreciation, a group of elders and four core disciples frowned at the same time and stared at the fat man.
"Windless blade, one sword can conquer the sea!" A hurricane burst out from around the swinging sword. After Xu Peng shouted loudly, a trace of ferocity flashed in his eyes, and he moved almost at the same time as the man opposite him.
"Huh? This guy has actually mastered the Windless Blade to perfection! No wonder he can advance to the finals!" I saw that the hurricane stirred up by the cold and proud man occupied less than half of the arena, and it had the potential to sweep in all directions.
The man in white sitting on the big green chair had a look of surprise in his eyes, and then the corners of his mouth slightly raised, with an arrogant look that was both disdainful and complacent.
"One sword can stop the sea, which is his famous stunt! I don't know how powerful it would be if he were to perform it himself? I'm really looking forward to it!"
The man in black raised his eyebrows and glanced secretly at the man in white who was faintly proud not far away. No matter in terms of strength or accomplishments on the Windless Blade, Xiang Qiubai is undoubtedly stronger than Xu Peng.
It is no exaggeration to say: there is an invisible chasm between the two, which is despairing!
"Bang, bang~...!" Rapid collisions sounded continuously, which was beyond everyone's expectation.
When the windless blade emitting cold light swept towards him, Zhu Bupang, who was "unarmed", not only blocked the sword strangely about one meter and two meters in front of him, but he also reacted extremely quickly and gave the opponent a swift and violent blow. .
"Okay~!" The kind-browed old man let his clothes flutter and his body was suspended high in the sky of the ring. He was the closest and took the lead to raise his eyebrows and yell.
If you look closely at his face, he looks calm, and there is no energy fluctuations leaking out of his body at all. It seemed that in his eyes, those piercing hurricanes that kept streaking across his face did not exist at all!
"Hiss~!" As the old voice echoed in their ears, all the disciples reacted from the shock, and each of them was shocked and confused.
"Invisible, formless!" Seeing sparks flying in front of the empty-handed man and constantly colliding with the opponent's sword, the eyes of several elders sitting in the VIP seats shone brightly.
Since Elder Liu Yidao can see something fishy, other elders with more experience can naturally also notice the anomaly.
Immediately, several people exclaimed, "Amazing!"
Even if they have lived for most of their lives, this is the first time they have encountered such a weapon! It can be regarded as seeing a rare thing again in my lifetime.
"Not a separate weapon?" Looking at a long dark shadow in the shape of a sword, looming on the ground of the arena, the man with the purple gold crown frowned.
Turning a pure weapon into an invisible form is not a difficult task for a legendary ghost spirit master who has advanced in the realm. And if Feng Tianjue wanted to do it, it would be a piece of cake!
Naturally, those elders didn't know: except for some legendary strong men who specialize in assassination, few legendary strong men spend their time cultivating formlessness.
After all, most of the truly strong people disdain "assassination".
In this way, naturally not many people have seen formlessness and formlessness. Because almost all the people I saw died!
In other words: Even if there are legendary strong men who practice secretly, they usually won't show it in public. Who makes them feel that they can't afford to lose face?
However, this was not the reason that surprised Sect Leader Yuqing. What surprised him was that the sword in Zhu Bupang's hand was not transformed by the order of the ghost spirit!
This means that the sword in Zhu Bupang's hand is not a result of his cultivation of formlessness, but the characteristics of the sword itself.
What's more, even if Zhu Bupang wants to practice, his level is far from enough! Thinking of this, Feng Tianjue breathed a sigh of relief. As long as it wasn't a hidden powerhouse threatening Yuqing Sect, he didn't bother to care.
"Level 8 advanced magic weapon!?" After sensing it carefully, Sect Master Yuqing raised his eyebrows, although he was very curious about such weapons with invisible and formless characteristics.
But as for Feng Tianjue, he still couldn't do it for Feng Tianjue to shamelessly attack the juniors and kill people to seize treasures just for the sake of a strange and invisible weapon.
"Hmph! Fortunately, it's just a failed semi-finished product!" The man in purple and gold crown and others saw the changing expressions in their eyes, and the man in black snorted secretly.
When there are not enough interests to attract them, most people are naturally able to stay rational and stick to their hearts. But if so, are the benefits big enough?
The name of this sword is: Cheng Ying. When Feng Ling first forged a weapon, he imitated a famous sword from his previous life and poured in some of his own understanding of sword making to create a "half" masterpiece!
Although it is a semi-masterpiece, its power is comparable to that of an eighth-level advanced magic weapon. Originally, Feng Ling wanted to use it as a reward for Zhu Bupang's victory in the competition.
But the promise to help the two of them teach Xu Peng a lesson could not be fulfilled. Although Feng Ling did not do it intentionally, he himself felt a little unjustified.
In the end, just to be on the safe side, Feng Ling simply gave away the elixir and the sword!
Zhu Bupang and Zhu Bupang, who had not said anything, naturally dissipated the disappointment in their hearts after receiving compensation from Feng Ling.
The Shadow Bearing Sword in Zhu Bupang's hand now is just one of the ones used by Feng Ling to compensate!
"Damn it, what on earth is this!?" Xu Peng, who was completely unable to predict the trajectory of the opponent's attack, kept gritting his teeth and trying to make moves while paying attention to the swaying shadow. Xu Peng, who was extremely frustrated, cursed in his heart.
Judging from the moment of fighting, Xu Peng also realized something strange: Zhu Bupang seemed to be bare-handed, but in fact he had weapons in his hands. Not only does it exist, but it is also a very special weapon!
"Damn! I was suppressed by this bastard!"
Thinking like this, the moment the swords collided, Xu Peng's mind gradually became a little disturbed, and even his defensive movements were a little stiff and incoherent.
"Bang~...!"
Seeing the situation, Zhu Bupang seized the opportunity. He slowly raised his hands as he approached, and with a violent collision, he knocked back the cold and proud man whose mouth was numb.
"Hi~...! What kind of weapon is this?"
Although Zhu Bupang once again had the upper hand, he unintentionally revealed a section of the handle of the weapon tightly held in his hand. There was only a handle but no body, which caused people to make random guesses and sigh in their hearts.
"It's a sword!"
A shadow of a sword was faintly cast on the ground of the arena. Although the shadow of the sword only existed for a moment, it disappeared with the surging sword energy. But at that moment, some disciples who saw it screamed out in surprise.
"Bang~...!"
Before he finished speaking, a dark cold light about one meter long reflected in his pupils, blooming in a dark yet dangerous way. Under everyone's astonished look, sharp sword flowers quickly shot out between the two.
At the same time, the erratic sword shadow gradually solidified in the chubby man's hands, emerging from the water again like a mysterious lotus.
"Break~...!" He pressed forward step by step, approaching at high speed. Accompanied by the sound of the sweeping hurricane, the raised hands drew an elegant and cold arc.
As if to vent his grievances, Zhu Bupang suddenly shouted loudly, and swung the dark sword in his hand with his true appearance at high speed towards the cold and arrogant man opposite, with a look of horror still in his eyes.
Immediately afterwards, there was only a soft "crack" sound in the ear, like a hard object breaking.
"Kachi~...!" Under the horrified gazes of everyone, the sword used by the arrogant man to resist shook slightly and the cut was even.
The windless blade in Xu Peng's hand...
Broken into two pieces!
"Successful!" The fierce sword energy that was shot quickly disappeared from the exquisitely crafted sword edge, and excitement flashed in the fat man's eyes.
Then, he sheathed his sword and turned around gracefully. Zhu Bupang stepped back more than ten meters, closed his eyes and sat down cross-legged.
"Zhu Bupang, win!" The excited old man resounded throughout the audience, and the words of the kind-browed old man who nodded with satisfaction came out like the final judgment.
…
The whole place was silent...!
"You..., this is impossible!" The hilt of the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, and the tip of the broken sword turned into a bit of energy dissipated. It followed a graceful arc and ruthlessly crossed the white face, and a trace of hot bright red liquid slowly flowed out. .
The magic of transformation was forcibly broken, and the ghost order was naturally damaged. Xu Peng endured the serious injury, his eyes full of disbelief.
"Pfft~...!" Immediately, the smell of blood filled the air, and Xu Peng's expression turned into a deep reluctance, and he suddenly spurted out a large mouthful of blood. His whole brain kept buzzing, and he stood there in despair.
"Hiss!" The scene was solemn, and everyone came back to their senses one after another. Seeing that the deadly lotus like a sharp thorn had disappeared again, they all took a breath.
Many inner disciples even trembled, looking at the rock-like figure sitting upright on the third stage with a strong look of fear in their eyes.
Even the six people in the other three arenas, including the lean man, were no exception!
"Xu Peng, exit...!"
Seeing the cold and proud man standing on the ring without any movement for a long time, Elder Liu frowned: If you lose, you lose. Don't you know why you should go down and take medicine to heal your injuries and wait for the next game? You have to stand in the ring and waste competition time!
"No, no, I'm not willing to give in! How could I lose to this dead pig! He must be relying on the magic weapon, it must be...!"
After coming back to his senses, Xu Peng pointed at the fat man who was sitting cross-legged and recovering with his eyes closed. Xu Peng, whose eyes turned red, gritted his teeth and was very excited.
"Weapons... are also part of strength! You guys drag him down to heal his wounds!" The kind-browed old man frowned, spoke in a solemn tone, and winked.
"Yes!" Several deacons immediately understood and jumped onto the third stage. When the cold and proud man rushed to the fat man with his eyes closed, he grabbed Xu Peng and dragged him down like he was leading a prisoner to behead him.
In fact, what Xu Peng couldn't stand the most was Zhu Bupang's nonchalant look. Even if the other party mocked him with disdain, he would still be so out of control.
Unfortunately, there is nothing, nothing!
This shows that in Zhu Bupang's heart, he no longer takes him seriously. This makes Xu Peng, who has always been proud and suffered defeat, how can he let go?
…
"Kang Tu, win!"
"Cheng Ye, win!"
"If you don't lose weight, you will win!"
…
After a while, the results of the remaining three arenas also came out. All four champions sat cross-legged, either recovering from minor injuries or recovering their strength.
They were not as embarrassed as the four defeated people, who more or less relied on drugs to recover quickly.
"Next, the four of you will choose the champion you want to challenge. The winner will stay on the stage and become the new champion, and the loser will choose another champion to fight again!
But there is one thing to note: you have never been the champion once, and you have zero points in the game. When you find that you have lost four games in total, you can directly arrange to withdraw! "
The majestic sound echoed throughout the duel field.
"In addition, a special reminder, "Battle Challenge" does not allow selection of the challenger who has already fought against you!"
When he was talking about the last word, the kind-browed old man saw the cold and proud man's eyes flashing and his face looking uncertainly at the fat man who had just stood up from the No. 3 ring. There was a hint of warning in his tone.
"Standing champion!?" The man in black at the VIP table raised his eyebrows. He thought to himself: This is a good idea. The four arenas can accommodate eight people to fight alone. In this way, it saves more time and effort!
"Junior Brother Zhu, let me come and meet you!" Holding a dark iron rod, Brute Force shouted loudly, and was the first to jump onto the No. 3 ring where Zhu Bupang was.
"Hmph~! You are lucky that you didn't cripple that incompetent pig just now! Then I will change it today and beat you, this loser, into a dead dog!"
A loud shout came immediately after. Xu Peng jumped onto the stage where the thin man was, his eyes filled with coldness, and what he said made many elders frown.
Maybe it was because Xu Peng suffered a loss from Zhu Bupang and his heart was twisted. This lost face must be recovered from another enemy no matter what.
He doesn't believe that even if he is not thin, he still has a magic weapon in his hand!
When he was fighting with brute force just now, when he deliberately distracted his attention, he didn't see the opponent use it!
Moreover, Xu Peng believed that as long as he was more cautious this time, he would never let the same careless situation "when fighting Zhu Bupang" happen again.
"Haha, just come over here!" Gou Bushuo's eyes flashed and he laughed, surprisingly lifeless.
"Yes, you are right!
Senior Brother Zhu... is incompetent!
but me……,
It’s also waste! "
As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned for a moment. The fat man with black lines on his head suddenly turned red and turned his head to look at the thin man with an angry face.
"But I'm afraid you will
…
Pigs and dogs are not as good as...! "
Before the cold and proud man could laugh, Gou Bushao stepped forward and took action. The next words made the smile that had just bloomed on Xu Peng's face completely freeze.
"Bang——!" The turbulent air waves rolled away, and a violent sword struck at high speed. Xu Peng quickly drew his sword to greet it. At the same time, the hurricane started again...
