"Half Moon Sword Art."
Ye Chenfeng resisted the attack of the Qingmang Spear with one finger, Shangguan Yuantong seized the opportunity and performed a big killing move. A sharp half-moon sword shadow descended from the sky, and slashed at Ye Chenfeng with his sword.
"Whoosh..."
Ye Chenfeng swayed slightly, and in the blink of an eye, he made three miraculous dodges, avoiding the attack of the Ban Yue Sword Art.
"Now it's my turn to attack, pay attention."
The corners of Ye Chenfeng's mouth turned up slightly, looking at the two with solemn faces, three speed afterimages instantly appeared on his body, attacking Shen Tukuang like a violent storm.
Although Shen Tukuang used his berserk skills and Shangguan Yuantong continued to increase the speed of his sword, but facing the unpredictable Ye Chenfeng, their attacks became pale and powerless.
After about half a stick of incense, the clothes on the two of them were stained red with blood, and blood was continuously spurting out of their mouths, and they were powerless to resist.
More importantly, their hearts of martial arts were completely shattered by Ye Chenfeng, and Ye Chenfeng's terror became an insurmountable mountain in their hearts.
"Hey, you guys are too weak."
Ye Chenfeng shook his head lightly, lost his patience, and instantly raised his physical strength to the peak, filled with fists with a force of 120,000 jin, like two meteors, shattering the defense of the two of them, bombarding their chests .
"Puff!"
Shen Tukuang and Shangguan Yuantong spurted out a mouthful of blood at the same time, drawing a graceful arc in mid-air, and fell hard outside the competition arena, his eyes went black, and he passed out on the spot.
Chapter 120 Power Showdown
"It's too strong, Senior Brother Ye's strength is too strong."
"Senior brother Shentu, senior brother Shangguan is like a child who has just walked in front of him, and does not pose any threat to him."
Witnessing Ye Chenfeng defeating Shen Tukuang and Shangguan Yuantong with an overwhelming advantage, almost all the disciples present were overwhelmed by Ye Chenfeng's strength.
After defeating Shen Tukuang, Ye Chenfeng successfully stood out in the third group, and joined forces with Fu Youyue and Lin Fuxin in the final.
Because of the group stage, the three of Ye Chenfeng hardly encountered any major troubles. The three of them only adjusted their breathing for more than half an hour before they fully recovered to their peak condition.
After drawing lots, Fu Youyue played against Lin Fuxin in the first match, Lin Fuxin played against Ye Chenfeng in the second match, and Ye Chenfeng played against Fu Youyue in the third match.
Although the result of the lottery is somewhat unfavorable to Ye Chenfeng, he needs to fight against Lin Fuxin and Fu Youyue, two top talents.
But Ye Chenfeng was not affected in the slightest, and sat quietly on the sidelines, watching the contest between Fu Youyue and Lin Fuxin.
"Fu Youyue, I've wanted to fight you for a long time." Lin Fuxin looked at Fu Youyue, who was hot and expressionless, with burning eyes, and the fighting spirit in his body became more and more intense.
"Lin Fuxin, you are not my opponent. To deal with you, you only need one knife." Fu Youyue took out the high-grade spiritual weapon Blood Moon Knife from the Qiankun bag, gently stroked the blood-red blade, and said neither happy nor sad.
"One knife!" Lin Fuxin showed a defiant smile and said, "Then let me see how you can defeat me with one knife."
"Brave elephant, fusion."
At the start of the competition, with a thought in Lin Fu's mind, his body and soul beast savage elephant fused together, the muscles in his whole body swelled instantly, and his own strength rose steadily.
Facing Fu Youyue with amazing attack power, Lin Fuxin did not choose to defend, but took the initiative to attack, and the rolling soul power merged into his palms.
"The eighth level of Wuji Sanshou, Wuji breaks the sky."
An extremely penetrating roar came from Lin Fuxin's mouth, and when he raised his own strength to the peak, he struck Fu Youyue with the strongest blow he had so far.
A big handprint full of destructive power seemed to want to pierce the sky, and it was printed on Fu Youyue who was standing there, motionless.
"The Seventh Stage of Duan Kong Dao Jue, Breaking Mountains and Rivers."
Fu Youyue's pupils shrank, her fiery body and the Blood Moon Knife in her hand merged into a special trajectory.
Slashing with a knife, the sharp blade light carried a desperate force, and slashed towards the Wuji Breaking Heaven palm light printed by Lin Fuxin.
"Hey!" There was a sound of cloth being torn.
The Wuji Potian printed by Lin Fuxin, like tofu, was cut through by Fu Youyue with a single knife, and the extremely destructive knife light slashed into Lin Fuxin's body whose face changed drastically without slowing down.
A knife broke through his body defense and sent him flying, a lot of blood flowed out from his chest.
When Lin Fuxin, who was injured in his chest, wanted to get up quickly, Fu Youyue put the cold Xueyue knife on his neck, and said without a trace of emotion: "Lin Fuxin, you lost."
"I, I admit defeat."
After a year of hard training, Lin Fuxin's strength has improved by leaps and bounds. He thought that even if he couldn't defeat Fu Youyue, he could at least have the strength to fight.
But after the fight, he discovered that Fu Youyue had grown faster than himself, and defeated him with just one move, which severely hit his self-confidence.
"The saber gesture, Fu Youyue has comprehended the saber gesture."
Sensing the destructive power of Fu Youyue's saber just now, Gan Daobai and others sitting in the main stand were slightly moved.
Because the sword posture is the same as the sword posture, it is something that swordsmen and swordsmen dream of. It can be said that the swordsman and swordsman who comprehend the sword posture or sword posture will have unlimited development in the future.
"I don't know if Fu Youyue's comprehension of the sword posture or Ye Chenfeng's comprehension of the sword posture is stronger or weaker."
When Ye Chenfeng fought with Shen Tuheng back then, he had exposed his sword power, so seeing Fu Youyue comprehending the sword power, Elder Liu and the others couldn't help but look forward to their fight.
Because of Fu Youyue's attack power was excellent just now, Lin Fuxin's body was not seriously injured, so with the help of an eighth-grade elixir, Lin Fuxin adjusted his breath to restore the time of three sticks of incense, and basically recovered from his injuries.