Qing Ling naturally didn't believe it. He formed seals with his hands and another ten flying knives flew out, but this time they were still easily broken by Long Xiangtian.
"I give up!" Qing Ling gritted her teeth and looked at Long Xiangtian viciously, but finally admitted defeat unwillingly.
After all, her own strength is not strong, and she has been able to reach this point now only by relying on a set of strange hidden weapons. Now these strange hidden weapons have become "open weapons" in the eyes of others, so how can she win
Long Xiangtian also knew that if he had not been in the Profound Realm, it would have been impossible for him to break through Qing Ling's sword formation so easily, so he felt a little embarrassed. After all, he used the spiritual sea that only the Profound Realm possessed on a little girl, which was indeed a bit of bullying.
Long Xiangtian didn't say much. He waited for Du Ruo to announce the result of the competition and then hurriedly walked off the stage, leaving Qing Ling alone in a daze.
"Boss, how did you break her sword formation so easily?" The fat boy was very curious, and he surrounded Long Xiangtian as soon as he stepped down from the stage.
Of course, Long Xiangtian would not tell the fat boy the real reason, so he made up an excuse and sent the fat boy aside.
After that, the only one left was the competition between Wang She and the black-clothed young man named Mo Hong. Long Xiangtian had a feeling that the battle between Wang She and Mo Hong would definitely be a fierce one.
Facts have proved that Long Xiangtian was not wrong. Both Mo Hong and Wang She used a spear. The difference was that Mo Hong was more precise in controlling his mysterious power than Wang She. And Wang She was a nobleman after all, so he was better in martial arts and techniques.
Under such circumstances, neither of them dared to be careless, and they all concentrated their minds to exert their strength to the extreme. The two spears in their hands also fought like swimming dragons, as if two kings living in the same place had to decide the winner.
This kind of match was exactly what the people in the audience wanted to see. After all, the previous three matches were either nonsense or one-sided, so this time the competition between Wang She and Mo Hong made everyone watch it attentively.
Especially Zhang Yerong, although she usually looks carefree, she is actually a little girl in her heart. At this time, Wang She is on the stage to compete, and the battle is so tense that he may get injured. Her heart is inexplicably nervous.
At this time, Long Xiangtian also squinted his eyes and watched the fight between Wang She and Mo Hong carefully. It was not because he did not believe Wang She, but because he wanted to comprehend a little bit of the spear skills in the hands of Wang She and Mo Hong, and then apply them to his own Fang Tian Stick.
Long Xiangtian is not a person who sticks to the old ways. In his eyes, as long as he can defeat the opponent, it doesn't matter what kind of gun skills or sword skills he uses.
After a few tentative exchanges of blows, the two men began a real fight. Every collision of the gun tips sounded like the roar of a dragon or a tiger.
At this time, Long Xiangtian also discovered that although both of them were holding spears, due to the different materials of the spears, there were slight differences in the spear techniques they performed.
Mo Hong's spear was made of wood, so it had a certain toughness when wielded, like an angry dragon riding the clouds and waiting for its chance to strike. Wang She's spear was made of metal, so it was more powerful when wielded, and it was somewhat similar to the stick technique that Long Xiangtian wanted to learn.
This confrontation between hard and soft made Long Xiangtian gradually fascinated. In his eyes, it seemed that there were not two people competing, but two dragons fighting each other, holding candles to illuminate the dark city and imitating phoenix chicks.
Although Mo Hong was able to break Wang She's domineering and powerful martial arts every time, Wang She was not in a hurry at all. Instead, he kept attacking Wang She as if he didn't know how tired he was.
Wang She also knew that he couldn't keep wasting time with Mo Hong. After all, according to Mo Hong's gun technique of using softness to overcome hardness, if he kept wasting time, he would be the first to reveal his flaws, so he planned to end the battle with one shot.
Wang She suddenly flew up, transferred his mysterious power to his right arm, grasped the butt of the spear with one hand, roared angrily, and then smashed towards Long Xiangtian with the spear in a destructive manner.
At this moment, Long Xiangtian, who was standing in the audience, was stunned, and something seemed to appear vaguely in his mind.
Everyone in the audience looked at Mo Hong nervously, wanting to see what tricks Mo Hong was going to use to break Wang She's powerful shot.
The moment Mo Hong saw Wang She suddenly jump up, he understood what he was thinking. He also knew that as long as he successfully took the shot, the initiative would be in his hands.
He stared at Wang She closely, without a trace of panic in his eyes. He tightened his grip on the spear in his hand, and his aura increased instantly. He shook his arm and the spear, creating a sound in the air before heading towards Wang She.
Everyone was carefully observing the battle on the stage. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that this confrontation might very well determine the success or failure of both of them.
"boom!"
A loud bang resounded throughout the square, and the aftermath caused clouds of flying sand and rocks, blocking everyone's view.
“Boom!”
Unexpectedly, the sound of the fight just now was not the end. Immediately afterwards, a series of brief and awkward sounds of weapons being handed over came from the smoke, which made the people in the audience who were unaware of the battle situation feel their hearts in their throats.
Zhang Yerong, in particular, even had her body shaking with excitement, which showed how nervous she was.
Suddenly, after this sharp dragon roar, the smoke returned to calm. When the smoke cleared, Wang She and Mo Hong were seen standing in the field. Neither of them fell, but neither of them made the next move.
"this... "
Everyone was confused by the two. If they had decided the winner, why didn't they speak? If they hadn't decided the winner, why did they just stand there motionless? Were they testing their opponent? That didn't seem possible.
"I lost." Just when everyone was confused, Mo Hong spoke first, and said it rather unwillingly. Then he spat out a mouthful of blood, his body swayed, and he almost fell down.
Seeing Mo Hong admit defeat, Wang She smiled foolishly, completely lacking the ferocious look he had when he was confronting Mo Hong just now.
His condition was not good at the moment. Although he did not suffer internal injuries like Mo Hong, he still suffered physical pain. There were six or seven cuts of varying sizes on his body, staining his collar red.
However, the injuries he suffered were only external after all. If Mo Hong did not admit defeat voluntarily, he would be the only winner in the next fight.
Mo Hong naturally understood this and admitted defeat. Although it was a pity, he accepted the defeat wholeheartedly. This shows that Mo Hong is also a straightforward person.