"I think that I have defeated a few low-ranking fifth-level spiritual warriors, so I'm so proud of myself. Let me tell you, trash will always be trash."
"I don't know if I am trash, but I know that you are not even trash, because you are destined to lose today." Li Qingyun responded.
"Haha." Wang Meng laughed, laughing angrily.
"Okay, it's time to fight." Beside the fighting stage, an elder referee stopped the bickering between the two.
"Fight, let me see who is the trash." Wang Meng sneered one last time, and the sixth level of Lingwu began to surge. At the same time, the red shadow of the martial soul slightly inferior to his brother's [expression] circled out. Murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
With one wrong step, Flowing Cloud Step appeared, and at the same time, the Mountain Opening Palm fell with a fierce aura.
"A martial spirit known for its speed." Li Qingyun raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and with a little step of his feet, he dodged Wang Meng's blow like a glimmer of light.
"Uh-huh."
One blow missed, Wang Meng changed his moves, and slashed down with the second move of Mountain Opening Palm. The strong wind roared, Li Qingyun's white clothes began to dance, and his black hair danced wildly in the strong wind.
Li Qingyun made another mistake with his foot, dodged twice in succession, and dodged again with a slight difference. At the same time, when Wang Meng's strength weakened, the dragon soul possessed him and punched.
"Roar."
With a dragon roar, the ninth level of An Jin struck out.
"Bang."
Amidst the dull sound, Li Qingyun swayed and took two steps back, while Wang Meng took four steps back.
Such a result made the crowd into an uproar.
Along the way, Li Qingyun has been unpopular, and the one who attracted the most boos was the two battles today. He made a statement, but he never expected that his battle with Wang Meng would take over in an instant. Take the initiative.
"Go to hell."
Discussions came from all around, and Wang Meng felt that he couldn't hold back his face. He was three levels higher than the other party's Qi. If he couldn't suppress Li Qingyun, it would be too embarrassing. The red shadow eagle crows brightly and instantly attaches itself to Wang Meng's body. The mountain-opening palm appears again and stops roaring.
Under Li Qingyun's feet, the Lian Ying Jue was activated, as if it was moving like clouds and flowing water. At this moment, it was used with all its strength, and it was even more mysterious than the footwork blessed by Miao Kong Martial Spirit. It always avoided Wang Meng's attack with just a hair's breadth.
"This is the Lian Ying Jue? This Lian Ying Jue is very difficult to successfully practice. It has been kept in the outer palace for a long time. I didn't expect him to use it like an arm. Good boy, no wonder he was so cautious before hiding his clumsiness." Gao Tai At last, all the elders were no longer surprised, their eyes suddenly lit up, as if they had discovered a new continent.
"Peng."
The dull sound of collisions continued on the battlefield, as Li Qingyun and Wang Meng fought fiercely.
At this moment, everyone has to re-examine Li Qingyun's strength. Wang Xiong's face was extremely dark. Everything seemed to be going wrong today. There was Jin Ke, and now there was another Li Qingyun.
Lin Mengyao's peerless face still had a faint smile. The face of the number one core member of the Yuanyang Mansion is not very good either. You must know that he did not successfully practice the Lvying Jue back then.
"The red shadow opens the mountain."
The aura is surging, Wang Meng has already unleashed his true fire, Li Qingyun is like a flexible fish, never confronting him head-on.
"Li Qingyun, I don't believe that you can block my strongest blow." Wang Meng's eyes were red, as if he was crazy, and his voice became hysterical. In anger, Wang Meng performed the last move of the mountain-opening palm, using his palm instead of the sword. Wang Meng's aura suddenly became extremely sharp, like a mountain-climbing blade flashing with a cold light, and suddenly falling with a sharp aura. Facing Wang Meng's strongest blow, Li Qingyun sneered, and the aura around him surged again. When he clenched his fists, Li Qingyun's aura changed, as if it turned into a hot sun that could not be looked directly at.
"Purple Yang Burns the Sky."
"Bang."
Under the electric light and flint, Ziyang Fist and Kaishan Palm touched each other, and with a dull sound, they swept around with a force of energy. The entire battle platform trembled, shook, and then the two figures separated.
One of them suddenly retreated, and the other flew back from mid-air. At the same time, there was the sound of bones breaking in mid-air. The one who retreated was naturally Li Qingyun. This time he retreated more than ten meters, barely reaching the edge of the fighting platform, and then stabilized his figure. The energy and blood in his body surged, and his fists cracked.
Wang Meng had already flown out of the fighting platform, his arms pulled down, and his arms seemed to have been broken, and he fell directly into the crowd with a banging sound.
After a defeat, the victory was decided, and the scene was silent.
The low-level Xuan-level martial arts used by the third-level Lingwu actually defeated the sixth-level Lingwu who also used low-level martial arts. This is simply unbelievable, but this incredible thing happened just like that. Under the stands, everyone's eyes changed. Even Jin Ke, who had been indifferent before, had a serious look on his face.
They looked at Li Qingyun with awe in their eyes. There are even many people who compare Li Qingyun with Chen Feng.
"This talent is not bad." On the high platform, the great elder narrowed his eyes again and said calmly.
The second elder looked gloomy and said nothing, while the other elders nodded repeatedly.
Under the awe-inspiring eyes of everyone, Li Qingyun walked off the platform and walked towards the open space.
"Thanks brother."
Miaokong looked at Li Qingyun and said gratefully, Li Qingyun defeated Wang Meng, so in the battle between fourth and fifth, Miaokong obviously won, and now Miaokong is fourth.
As for the top three, Qingxue, Jin Ke, and Li Qingyun are fighting.
"This kid." The admiration in Lin Mengyao's eyes became stronger and stronger, and the coldness in Chen Feng's eyes became more and more intense. The third level of Lingwu could defeat the sixth level of Lingwu. Li Qingyun's talent was already on par with Chen Feng's. This is a threat to Chen Feng.
And looking at the current situation, it seems certain that Li Qingyun's talent has entered the core. If Jin Ke's strength is the same as Wang Meng's, then Li Qingyun will definitely win.
"I must kill him." Looking at his seriously injured brother next to him, Wang Xiong gritted his teeth and said fiercely.
"Wang Xiong, be careful. Do you have the courage to kill a core disciple?" The inner disciple who had previously threatened to destroy Li Qingyun said solemnly at this moment.
"He is not a core disciple yet, and there are still two battles to go." Wang Xiong said.
"If there is no accident, he is the core disciple. Let alone killing him, you should be more careful and don't let others take revenge. Li Qingyun's talent is on par with Senior Brother Chen Feng." Others advised one after another.
"The third battle begins. Jin Ke vs. Qingxue"
"Bang."
The battle on the battlefield lasted for about a quarter of an hour. Qingxue was no match for Jin Ke. It was not until Jin Ke showed off his power that Qingxue finally lost and was knocked out of the battlefield with one blow.
