Keng!
At this moment, Feng Xing moved violently, a sword sounded, and the long sword was unsheathed.
Not many people saw clearly how he drew his sword. Most people only heard a sword cry, and then saw a white sword light flashing in the air.
Afterwards, everyone saw the dense sword energy that Sun Guang slashed out, and disappeared without a trace. Then, with a muffled groan, Sun Guang flew far away and fell on the battle platform.
what happened
Many people looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing what happened because it happened so quickly.
Many people only saw Sun Guang launch an attack, and then saw a flash of sword light, and Sun Guang flew out.
"What... what happened? Did Sun Guang lose?"
On the side, Pang Shi was tongue-tied.
Hua Chi also looked puzzled.
"That's right, Sun Guang was defeated. He was defeated by Feng Xinglie with a sword strike. You can see that there is a wound on Sun Guang's chest."
Lu Ming replied.
The people around Lu Ming looked quickly, and sure enough, they saw a deep sword mark on Sun Guang's chest, and blood flowed out continuously.
Others didn't see it clearly, but Lu Ming saw it clearly just now. Just now, Feng Xinglie drew his sword, drew out the sword, and defeated all of Sun Guang's attacks with one sword, leaving a wound on Sun Guang's chest.
"What a fast sword, what a powerful attack."
Lu Ming's eyes flickered, and he was a little surprised.
He concluded that the swordsmanship that Feng Xinglie used was definitely a mysterious martial skill.
On the battle stage, Sun Guang struggled to get up, with horror still on his face, he cupped his fists and said, "I'm defeated, thank you, Junior Brother Feng, for your mercy."
He knew that if Feng Xinglie hadn't retracted part of his strength just now, he would have died.
"Concession!" Feng Xinglie cupped his fists.
Sun Guang didn't say much, turned around and got off the battle platform, disappearing without a trace.
If he is defeated, his previous records will be cancelled, and he needs to accumulate again.
At this time, the middle-aged referee stepped forward and announced: "Feng Xing won this battle fiercely and will be on the bronze list."
With the referee's announcement, the scene was full of hustle and bustle.
"Successful, Feng Xinglie has succeeded. As a rookie disciple who has entered in the past two years, he is the first to hit the bronze list. It can be said to be a representative of the new disciples who have entered the past two years."
"Awesome, Feng Xinglie is too powerful. It has been less than two years since I started the game, and I have entered the bronze list. I am indeed the rookie king. Except for him, it will take at least half a year for everyone else who started the game in the past two years to be able to become a newcomer." It may hit the bronze list."
"That's right, Feng Xinglie is extremely powerful among the previous rookie kings."
"You said, will he continue to challenge?"
"I really hope he will continue to challenge. Have you seen that more than half of the geniuses after the top 30 on the bronze list have come."
Surrounded by voices of admiration, Pang Shi was also excited beside Lu Ming.
"One day, I will also be on the bronze list!"
Hua Chi clenched his fists and said confidently.
"Nympho, I believe you can do it. You and Brother Lu are fine. I don't know if I will have a chance in this life."
Pang Shi said longingly.
Lu Ming patted Pang Shi on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Big Stone, you've worked so hard, you can definitely do it."
When Pang Shi first started, he was a warrior of the ninth level. After more than half a year of training, he had broken through to the peak of the first level of a warrior.
Although the speed of his cultivation is not fast, but step by step, his foundation is very solid.
On the battle stage, the middle-aged referee asked: "Feng Xinglie, you are currently ranked fifty-seventh on the bronze list. You have the qualifications to challenge the geniuses on the bronze list. Do you want to continue to challenge?"
At this moment, everyone's eyes were on Feng Xinglie, they were very curious, would he continue to challenge
Feng Xinglie didn't answer, he seemed to be thinking.
"What do you think, if Feng Xinglie continues to challenge, who will he challenge?"
"It's hard to say, but he will definitely challenge the forty-fifth on the bronze list, because this group of people belongs to the same level."
"That's right, and if he wants to fight today, he can only challenge the geniuses on the bronze list who are present today. You see, Duanmuhu, who is ranked fifty-five, Yao Tianyu, who is ranked fifty-one, and Yan Xu, who is ranked fifty. Ji Dong, who is 48, is on the scene, and he is most likely to challenge them."
All around, there were bursts of discussion and speculation.
"Yao Tianyu?"
Lu Ming's eyes moved, and he followed the eyes of others, and he saw Yao Tianyu in the stands in the east direction.
Yao Tianyu folded his arms and sat there calmly, calm and relaxed.
Beside him, followed by a dozen young men.
Like He Tie, the young man in red, etc., are all old faces.
"Senior brother Yao, do you think Feng Xinglie will challenge you?"
asked a young man.
"have no idea!"
Yao Tianyu responded lightly.
"Then, if Feng Xinglie challenges Brother Yao, is Brother Yao sure?"
the young man asked again.
"Feng Xinglie's Guiyuan sword is powerful, but it is not enough to challenge me!"
Yao Tianyu replied confidently.
"That's natural. How can this Feng Xinglie be Brother Yao's opponent? If he challenges Brother Yao beyond his capacity, then he is looking for abuse."
The red-robed youth immediately offered a bunch of flattery.
Yao Tianyu smiled slightly, looking at the battle platform below.
...
On the battle stage, Feng Xinglie thought for a while and replied: "I choose to continue the challenge."
As soon as this remark came out, the atmosphere of the audience exploded instantly, everyone stared at Feng Xinglie to see who he would challenge.
Feng Xinglie looked around the stands for a week, then his eyes fell on the west stands.
"Duanmuhu, come down and fight!"
Feng Xing loudly said.
On the western stands, a burly young man stood up with a gloomy expression, and said, "Feng Xinglie, are you sure you want to challenge me?"
"certainly!"
The wind is strong.
"Haha, okay, Feng Xinglie, I will make your choice regret!"
Duanmuhu laughed angrily.
Being challenged by someone who has just made it to the bronze list is not a glorious thing, on the contrary, it is a shameful thing.
It's very simple, being challenged means that you are weak, and you are looked down upon.
swish...
Duanmuhu jumped down from the stands, several vertical leaps, spanned a distance of more than a hundred meters, and came to the battle platform.
The speed of movement is not weaker than the previous Sun Guang.
The two stood opposite each other.
"I really didn't expect that Feng Xinglie would actually challenge Duanmuhu. Now it's interesting."
Not far from Lu Ming, an old disciple in his twenties said.
"Oh? Why is it interesting?"
Others asked.
Even Lu Ming, Pang Shi and others looked at him.
Seeing that this old disciple attracted so many people at once, he felt quite proud and was full of complacency.
With a dry cough, he said: "You should have seen it just now, Feng Xinglie's sword technique is very fast, and the power of an instant burst is extremely powerful. This kind of sword technique is a low-grade mysterious martial art, "Guiyuan Yijian"."
"This kind of swordsmanship is extremely powerful, but it has a shortcoming. It consumes a lot of true energy. If you can't defeat the enemy, you will be in danger."
Lu Ming nodded inwardly. This Guiyuan sword is quite similar to the "Burst" move of Ganghuo Gun Jue.