The old disciple continued to explain: "However, the martial arts practiced by Duanmuhu are just the opposite of Feng Xinglie's. Duanmuhu's cultivation is a low-grade martial skill of the defensive Xuan level. Isn't it interesting?"
Everyone was stunned.
Feng Xinglie and Duanmuhu are like a spear and a shield, on the contrary, this battle depends on whether Feng Xinglie's spear is stronger in attack, or Duanmuhu's shield is stronger in defense.
Whoever is stronger wins!
This situation, not only here, is happening all over the place.
Many old disciples have been in the field for five or six years, seven or eight years, and their cultivation may not be high, but they have vicious eyes and definitely know a lot of news.
Many people knew the martial arts that the two were good at, and immediately became more interested.
"Now, the duel begins!"
The referee announced and stepped aside.
boom! boom!
In an instant, Feng Xinglie and Duanmuhu burst out with a powerful aura.
Breaths collided in the air.
At this moment, Feng Xing moved violently, the long sword was unsheathed, and the sword light was like a bolt of lightning, piercing the air, and stabbing towards Duanmuhu quickly.
Return to Yuan with a sword!
This sword is stronger than the previous one!
Because, Feng Xinglie's blood burst out.
Six chakras, six blood vessels.
This was the first time Lu Ming saw a martial artist with a sixth-level bloodline.
This sword was so amazing that all eyes couldn't help but stare at it.
boom!
Duanmuhu stomped heavily, and then the roar of tigers sounded, and around his body, two fierce tigers condensed with true energy appeared.
The two fierce tigers leaped and howled around Duanmu Hu's body, blocking the water around Duanmu Hu's body.
"Feng Xinglie, let's see how you break my defense?"
Duanmuhu roared.
In an instant, Feng Xinglie's long sword stabbed Duanmuhu.
Roar..
The tiger roared again and again, two fierce tigers stood in front of Duanmuhu and collided with Feng Xinglie's long sword.
Where the long sword and the tiger intersected, a dazzling light shone.
However, everyone was staring at the battle stage, not daring to look away, for fear of missing a wonderful moment.
This is definitely a showdown with one move, if Feng Xinglie can break Duanmuhu's defense, then Feng Xinglie will definitely win, otherwise, Duanmuhu will win.
Can Feng Xinglie break Duanmuhu's defense
boom!
Suddenly, a roar sounded, and Feng Xinglie and Duanmuhu crossed each other.
Who won
bump!
Suddenly, Duanmuhu knelt down heavily, spurting out a mouthful of blood.
Everyone saw that there was a deep bloodstain on his chest, just like Sun Guang before.
"I lost!"
Duanmuhu got up and left without looking back.
Duanmuhu was defeated, and the audience was full of hustle and bustle.
"Wonderful, really wonderful, although it's just one move, it's the pinnacle duel of attack and defense."
"That's right, today's visit is not in vain."
"Do you think Feng Xinglie will continue to challenge?"
"Probably not, his bloodline has exploded, and it will be difficult to recover in a short time."
"That too!"
At this time, the referee on the stage also announced that Feng Xinglie had won.
Under the admiration and envious eyes of the audience, Feng Xinglie slowly walked down the battle stage.
"It's amazing, it's amazing, senior brother Lu Ming, nymphomaniac, let's go back, I must work harder and strive to be on the bronze list in the future!"
Pang Shi said with a determined face.
"Go back? The duel is not over yet, why go back?"
Lu Ming smiled slightly.
"The duel is not over yet?"
Beside Lu Ming, not only Pang Shi, Hua Chi, but also others were taken aback.
Isn't the showdown over? No matter what Lu Ming said, it's not over yet.
"Feng Xinglie's duel is over, but my duel has just begun!"
Lu Ming smiled, then got up, and jumped down towards the battle platform below.
After a few breaths, Lu Ming floated onto the bronze platform.
"Lu... Brother Lu Ming, what are you doing?"
Pang Shi said in a daze.
The other people around were also a little dazed.
"It seems that Lu Ming wants to challenge the Bronze Stage today!"
At this moment, Hua Chi's eyes were extremely bright and radiant, and at the same time, he was a little shocked.
"What? Brother Lu Ming wants to challenge the Bronze Stage?"
Pang Shi was shocked.
Others nearby were also shocked.
The disciples of the Fourth Court around the bronze platform were already preparing to leave the arena, but at this moment they suddenly saw a figure flying onto the battle platform, and they couldn't help being stunned.
"Who is that? What are you doing on the bronze platform now?"
"Huh? Isn't that Lu Ming? This year's rookie Wang Luming!"
"It turns out that he is Lu Ming. What does he want to do? Does he want to challenge the Bronze Stage?"
"Impossible? Even if he is the rookie king, he is only this year's rookie king. It's still too early to challenge the bronze stage!"
"good!"
There was a burst of discussion around, but I moved my ass/butt that I wanted to leave, and sat down again.
On the stage, the middle-aged referee who was about to leave, and Feng Xinglie who had already walked to the edge of the stage all stopped involuntarily.
"Lu Ming, what do you want to do on stage?"
The middle-aged referee asked with a smile.
"Elder, Lu Ming applied to challenge the Bronze Stage!"
Lu Ming cupped his fists and said.
As soon as this remark came out, the audience boiled instantly.
"Nest, I really want to challenge the bronze platform."
"Too arrogant, too anxious, Lu Ming is just this year's rookie king, and you want to challenge the Bronze Stage? Too anxious."
"A child's heart, in my opinion, he saw Feng Xinglie's successive victories, envied and excited, so he rushed forward. He is challenging now, and there is almost no possibility of success."
"That's not necessarily true. I heard that in the battle to demolish the Xingyue Building more than three months ago, he showed a combat power not weaker than that of a martial artist at the ninth level."
"So what? What's the use of the ninth level martial artist's combat power on the bronze stage? Who will be on the bronze stage, which combat power is lower than the ninth level martial artist? I admit Lu Ming's talent, but he only started this year after all. If In another year, I don't deny that he can reach the bronze ranking like Feng Xinglie, but now, it is almost impossible."
"If you want to challenge the bronze platform, you can't just rely on your cultivation base. If you have any natural treasures, you can quickly improve your cultivation base. However, martial arts, secret techniques, etc. need time to comprehend. Those who can cultivate into Xuan level martial arts, which one is not talented, and it took a lot of time to comprehend the success?"
"Maybe, he just wants to get a few consecutive victories and give up?"
"Give it up after a few consecutive victories? He is a rookie king, not an ordinary disciple. If he only gets a few consecutive victories and then quits, it would be even more embarrassing if he doesn't appear on the stage."
"That too!"
The scene was noisy, but the discussion was almost one-sided. They all thought that Lu Ming was too impulsive and should not challenge now. He should lie dormant like Feng Xinglie, wait for the combat power to reach a certain level, and then explode and become a blockbuster.
In the southern stands, Pang Shi and others are still a little dazed.
"Hua Chi, you... tell me, how many consecutive victories can senior brother Lu Ming achieve? Can he be on the bronze list?"
Pang Shi asked in a daze.
"Lu Ming, I really can't see through him more and more, but he is not an impulsive person. Since he has gone up, he must have some confidence."
Huachi Road.
Even so, there was still a look of shock in Hua Chi's eyes.
"That's right, I also believe in Senior Brother Lu Ming!"
Pang Shi scratched his head.
Nearby, other people looked contemptuous, thinking that the two of them were too blind.