In the sixth game of Area B, China's number one shield guard, the Demon Wolf, who had never been lower in the level rankings, won wildly. His impenetrable defense makes opponents throw in the towel. There is no doubt that his defensive capabilities are enough to dwarf all players in the Chinese Theater. When he was holding the shield triumphantly, he didn't notice that somewhere in the corner, a snake-like gaze was locked on his body.
"Let's go." Feng Xiao pulled Feng Yao to stand up and prepared to leave the arena temporarily.
"Ah?" Feng Yao looked surprised: "The next match is Tiansha Fengyun, brother, don't you want to watch it?"
"No need to watch, he will win." Then he said with a look of disdain: "However, I don't bother to watch his game. As for his strength, huh, I don't bother to watch it."
Feng Yao understood, chuckled, and returned to Feng Tower with him.
It was already four o'clock in the afternoon, and at five o'clock it would be the last match between the two districts. He would face Qixue Wuming... This arrangement was already as good as it could be for him.
"Brother, is that Qixue Wuming really Beiming Chongyun?" Feng Yao stood behind him and squeezed his shoulders. This action has become a habit many years ago.
"It's him... Even if he turns into ashes, I still recognize him." Feng Xiao's voice was faint, but Feng Yao could still hear the hatred buried in it. The humiliation he had given him was enough for him to remember for the rest of his life.
After a brief silence, Feng Yao said quietly: "Brother... do you still remember her?"
she…
A trace of pain flashed in Feng Xiao's eyes. He closed his eyes and said feebly: "I don't remember... don't mention her."
Feng Yao bit her lower lip lightly. She understood better than anyone else that except for her adoptive father, she was his greatest pain and frustration, and it was also her most painful memory.
The main hall of weeping blood and reincarnation. Qixue Wuming walked back and forth anxiously. He lost interest in watching the game half an hour ago and quit the field. Because the next game is his match, and his opponent is... Shura!
He finally stopped and said bitterly: "Tell me, what are my chances of winning against Shura."
"There is no chance of winning." Weeping Blood Mad Saber replied. He knew Qixue Wuming's strength better than anyone else. He might not even have a chance to parry against Shura PK.
"Then what should I do? Give up the game? Give up?" He punched the table. He hated the Shura who seemed to be deliberately targeting him, but he knew that he didn't have the strength to fight him in a one-on-one challenge. . No matter what kind of preparation he made, it was all in vain.
"No way." Qixue Kuangdao shook his head.
Giving up the game means that he is afraid of Shura and doesn't even have the courage to face him. This will make the entire cycle of weeping and blood become a laughing stock... Giving up is basically the same thing.
"Then we have to face it." Qixue Wuming took out the long sword with a faint white light and said bitterly: "With my equipment and strength, even Shura will not be able to defeat me that easily."
is that so? Weeping Blood Crazy Blade shook his head secretly, but did not say anything.
Tiansha Fengyun defeated Blood Realm Wuhen without any suspense, and Zone B Soul Destroyer also easily defeated the opponent to advance. Feng Xiao didn't even take a look at the competition between the two of them, maybe because they didn't care, maybe because they were disdainful. He never bothered to have the consciousness of "not despising any enemy". In his world, absolute strength also equals absolute confidence.
The time for the final game is finally approaching. People's spirits were aroused again, because this time Shura was going to appear... This seemed to be another game without any suspense.
Perhaps to be emboldened, or perhaps to express his fearlessness, Qixue Wuming stood on the stage early with his sword in hand. His reputation is far less famous than those of the real masters. Although the Weeping Blood Reincarnation he founded is also one of the top ten gangs in China, its strength and reputation are far inferior to those of Tiansha, Gods, and Destroying Souls. Facing Shura today, if he escapes, his reputation will be reduced. If he loses, it will have almost no impact... If he wins... If he wins, his name will definitely resound throughout China overnight.
Xiao Tian and Chen Bing'er, who knew Feng Xiao's strength, were not even interested in taking a look at this match. This was a match with vastly different strengths. They both stayed in the Feng Tower thinking about the outcome of tomorrow's battle.
However, there are many people who are paying special attention to this event.
"Mom! Come and watch, it's uncle's game."
A small figure rushed into the room, and after a while, a gorgeous woman with hair tied into a knot trotted out.
"Uncle will compete with Shura." Duanmu Xiao explained excitedly, his expectant eyes always staying on the LCD screen in front of him. He had been staying here to watch the game all day, and his little face was already flushed with excitement.
Looking at Beiming Chongyun standing on the stage, Beiming Yudie's eyes flashed with a complex light. She didn't know whether to blame or hate having such a younger brother. She couldn't bear to dampen Duanmu Xiao's enthusiasm, so she sat next to him and looked forward to the start of the game with him.
Wow…
"Asura! Asura! Asura!..."
Amid the exaggerated shouts and screams of countless players, Feng Xiao finally appeared on the arena, facing off against Qixue Wuming twenty meters apart. It was still a pitch-black mask and pitch-black gauntlets, but the light golden cloak was replaced by eight pairs of bone spurs standing on the back. The crazy shouts that were almost enough to shake the mountains shocked him a little. He had never known that his popularity had reached such a height.
He didn't even know that in the eyes of others, he was powerful, cold, and mysterious, and everything he did in public was a legend.
Standing proudly, the faint pressure actually made Qixue Wuming, who faced Shura head-on for the first time, want to retreat. But he woke up quickly and raised his head to look at him. In terms of momentum, he absolutely could not lose.
"Wow! You are indeed my idol!" Looking at Shura's rock-like proud body, Duanmu Xiao's eyes were filled with little stars, as if he had completely forgotten that his opponent was his uncle. Beiming Yudie looked at his expression with some weirdness, and then began to pay attention to the Shura on the screen. How could the person who was idolized by Xiao'er, who always observed the world with wisdom and arrogance, have lived through it? A place for people.
"It's still too late to kneel down and beg for mercy, or run away with your tail between your legs."
A low but sinister voice sounded in Qixue Wuming's ears, making him slightly stunned and then his face completely darkened. He had never heard such an insult before since he was a child.
"I have a grudge against you?" Qixue Wuming called out his weapon and pointed the tip of the sword directly at Feng Xiao. Even if he was a fool, he should have seen that Shura was deliberately targeting him.
"No grudge." A hint of sarcasm emerged from Feng Xiao's lips: "I just don't like you. I'll give you a chance. Kneel down and call me grandpa three times now. I can ask you to get off the stage right away, otherwise..." He looked at him more and more. With an increasingly gloomy face, Feng Xiao's voice became deeper and deeper: "You will regret it day by day!"
Qixue Wuming struggled to keep calm, but his right hand holding the sword was shaking, and there was a faint sound of teeth interlacing in his mouth. His chest rose and fell a few times, and he also sneered: "Shura! You'd better not let me see you again in the future, otherwise, even in the city, I will never let you live in peace."
"Really... Then I'm really looking forward to it." The sarcasm on Feng Xiao's face became more and more serious. As the countdown to the start of the game began, he finally summoned his weapon and pointed it at Qixue Wuming... The audience was shocked. He shouted, and the expression on Qixue Wuming's face turned extremely ugly for a moment - because what Shura took out was clearly a level 0 novice sword!
insult! Outright insult and contempt!
Qixue Wuming's whole body was trembling violently, and he wanted to rush up and bite him like a mad dog. If he is defeated by Shura's golden sword, no one will say anything... But if he is defeated by the novice sword, it will be completely different. What he will bear is the contempt of Shura and everyone.
Duanmu Xiao's eyes became more and more intense, and he clapped his little hands unconsciously, and whispered: "First strike his heart, then destroy his name, and then destroy his body. This is the sharpest way to deal with the enemy. "
His whispers to himself reached Beiming Yudie's ears, and she sighed quietly.
"… Game start!"
"Shura, go to hell!" With a vent-like roar, a silver eagle appeared above Qixue Wuming's head, roaring angrily and flying towards Feng Xiao. Although he was extremely angry, he did not completely lose his mind. He first summoned his level eight flying pet "Clawed Silver Eagle" to attack, and then with a flash of black light, another level eight pet, the violent Black Mountain Wolf, was summoned and roared similarly. Sound, followed by the clawed silver eagle and attacked Feng Xiao. He actually wanted to take advantage of Feng Xiao's chance to make a surprise attack.
A look of disdain flashed past, and just when the silver claws were about to pierce into his body, he waved his novice sword lightly with his right hand.
boom!
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The sound of ice bursting sounded clearly in everyone's ears. In the "Ice Brilliance Break" covering a large area, the body of the sharp-clawed Silver Eagle fell from the air, and the violent Black Mountain Wolf also fell down with a mournful roar and disappeared on the arena.
Qixue Wuming's movement to rush forward stopped abruptly, and he took a step back involuntarily. The two pets he was proud of were killed instantly before they even touched Shura's clothes. Moreover, the damage figures made him unable to do anything. Can't believe it.
That's a level 0 novice sword with only 5 additional attack points!
"Oh, it's still too strong. I wonder if he can resist it." Feng Xiao withdrew with a depressed look. His strength attribute was already extremely strong, plus the 57-level attribute that was retained by the chain of guardianship. , his current strength attribute can only be described as terrifying. Even using the Novice Sword, his attack power is 6931, which is half the attack strength of Xuanyuan Sword.