Two days later, the Nine Questions Museum in Hexi City.
This is a venue specially built for the "Martial Holy War". It has a history of several decades. It has been rebuilt and renovated a few days ago, increasing the number of spectator seats around it, and adding a layer of protection on the original basis.
The arena paved with bluestone is more than 300 meters long and wide. It is often damaged and needs to be repaired. There are no traces of mottled. Sai's Lin Zhongxun Master Lin's calligraphy:
"Warrior Saint"!
When "Wu Shengzhan" entered the top 32 stage, when the number of single rounds was reduced to no need for another venue to share, all the games came back here, back to the night!
As the last of the eight matches on the first day, Lou Cheng didn't pay much attention to the previous battles. He replayed the gains and thoughts from watching Feng Zhi's video in his mind over and over again, sometimes reviewing and sometimes deliberating, focusing and earnestly.
He didn't stop all this until the penultimate game started, so that his mind could be relieved and he wouldn't be too tense.
His eyes stayed on the big screen in the lounge, and he saw that Peng Leyun was firmly suppressed by the "Kirin" Dong Baxian, and he was always passive. fleeting.
"As expected of being the 'top three in the world'..." Lou Cheng murmured to himself silently with a half-smile.
If I were myself, if I fell into the current situation of the "Taoist priest", I would not do better than him!
While admiring the battle, he picked up his phone, casually flipped through the news, and "shudderingly" sent the headline and link to Yan Zheke:
"Battle of Test Gold"!
"I don't want to stand on the final stage by talking!"
"Lou Cheng's test is coming!"
"If it's super first-class, just break through!"
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Yan Zheke responded quickly, "turning the table over" and said:
"Are you okay to watch these for excitement? I didn't tell you before!"
She was afraid that it would disturb Lou Cheng's state of mind.
Lou Cheng snickered and said, "It's just looking for excitement, to increase the feeling of being overwhelmed!"
"That's okay too..." the girl was "stunned".
She thought of the pure-hearted thing, roughly understood the reason, did not ask again, and cheered up:
"Don't just put yourself to death and survive, but also despise your opponent strategically, feel that he is inferior to you, and have the belief that you will win!"
"Except for the hair, I really can't think of anything worse than me..." Lou Cheng deliberately joked.
"Who said that!" Yan Zheke scolded, "You have a wife, but he doesn't!"
"... Makes sense!" Lou Cheng almost laughed out loud, then remembered some gossip, and then enthusiastically shared it with classmate Ke Xiaoke, "Yesterday, I heard something mentioned by Empress Luo, saying that Feng Zhi was still in the ninth grade. For the first time, I went out to fool around with a few friends from the same school, found an unscrupulous clubhouse, and yelled a lot, and in the end, someone took a girl away, and he took away Mama-san."
When this happened, no one knew that Feng Zhi would eventually become a top-notch powerhouse. His cronies and friends had no intention of covering it up for him. Instead, it was spread as a joke. With the step-by-step improvement of strength, it spread more and more widely.
Yan Zheke was "ashamed" and said: "I really can't tell from his appearance... Really, people are not judged by their appearance!"
Feng Zhi looks simple and honest, with a simple temperament, and he is bald early in his youth, just like an old farmer who opened up wasteland and planted trees on Kongtong Mountain.
During the chat, the match between Peng Leyun and Dong Baxian came to an end. Although the former struggled back from the brink of failure again and again, which was impressive, he still failed to create a miracle in the end.
Poor "Taoist"... After Lou Cheng lamented the other party's luck, he said to Yan Zheke:
"I'm going to adjust my status and make final preparations."
"Yeah, come on!" The girl replied immediately, then bit her lip, and added, "If you can complete the goal this time, I, I will take one day, take one day, emmmmm, I will listen to you!"
Lou Cheng seemed to be able to outline the expression and appearance of the little fairy at this time in his mind, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised up for a few seconds, then half-jokingly replied with a "nostril blowing" expression:
"If I lose, it must be because this cheering makes me unable to calm down..."
"Blame me?" Yan Zheke was angry and funny.
The young couple didn't talk too much, Lou Cheng put down the phone, closed his eyes, let his thoughts slowly condense and freeze, and adjusted his physical state bit by bit.
...
In a lounge on the other side, Feng Zhi stood in front of the mirror, holding hairspray, applying the few remaining hairs, and arranging them to the most suitable position.
When doing this, his eyes were focused and his expression was serious, just like ancient swordsmen who always burned incense, fasted, bathed and cleaned their clothes before fighting with others.
Be devout to the sword and respect the enemy!
After doing all this, Feng Zhi took off his beige martial arts uniform, straightened his back suddenly, and walked slowly towards the long table where the "Qing Tian Sword" was placed.
He stretched out his right palm, held the sheath, and picked it up solemnly. Suddenly, there was a gentle wind around him. He turned around, looked at the door, and walked over step by step.
...
Fifteen minutes later, the eighth match of 32 to 16 kicked off. At both ends of the bright and clean "road" illuminated by lights, Lou Cheng in navy blue and Feng Zhi in a slightly swaying white robe appeared almost at the same time.
They restrained their momentum, kept their gazes indifferent, and proceeded as usual in the field where the bluestone was urgently replaced and repaired, and arrived at the predetermined positions on both sides of the referee.
Without delay, "conversation time" begins.
Feng Zhi raised his left hand holding the scabbard and saluted, his movements were flawless, it seemed that for him, fighting a sword was a sacred thing.
When the other party returned the courtesy, he remained silent, as if he was clumsy with words, but Lou Cheng knew very well that Feng Zhi in private situations was quick-witted and good at communicating.
He doesn't speak, just because it's disrespectful to the sword!
All spiritual confrontation and verbal stimulation are disrespect for the sword!
Lou Cheng didn't intend to provoke the enemy with the black history, perhaps Feng Zhi was proud of it, he also kept silent, with a hidden aura, let the red, lavender and other flames condense out in balance and circle around.
After three minutes, the referee who had retreated to the edge raised his right hand and swung it down suddenly:
"start!"
Zheng!
The sound of Qingyue's metal and iron clanging echoed for a long time, Feng Zhi pulled out a long sword that looked like Wang Qiuhong, and slashed forward twice, as if drawing a fork with the void as a blank paper!
With two swishing sounds, a blue crescent moon as thin as a cicada's wing and highly condensed appeared, one in front of the other, tearing air currents intertwined and layered.
Lou Cheng didn't dodge, the golden fireball turned behind his back and blasted out.
The crescent-like sword light approached, dividing it into four equal petals like a real sharp weapon, and piercing through itself, its power was only slightly reduced.
At this moment, the golden fireball suddenly lost its balance ahead of time and exploded on the spot. The wave engulfed Jian Guang inside, as if it was still being manipulated.
After trying his hand, Feng Zhi kicked his feet and rushed towards his opponent with a whistling sound. He slashed or swiped the long sword in his hand, arousing one after another of "blue crescent moons" that were as fast as thunder, causing the air to glow in midair.
Lou Cheng turned his waist and took a step, swaying the wind, dodging or blocking, avoiding or fighting, all in a steady and orderly manner, without any fuss.
In this blue crescent moon, suddenly there was a flash of light, and Feng Zhi's long sword came suddenly, leaving behind a dragon-shaped hurricane that rolled up dust and the sound of chasing after him.
Lou Cheng had a premonition, his arm had already been shaken out, and he punched the "Equaling Heaven Sword" obliquely, and the "five fires" behind his back rotated faster, as if they were about to condense.
But in the end, he resisted the urge to complete all his achievements in one battle, believing that Feng Zhi, who is a super strong man, could not leave such a big hole, and it was impossible to recklessly fight "five fires and nine turns. The great sun is coming".
His sword must be hidden in the back hand, the purpose is to stimulate me to condense the "five fires"... In a flash of thought, Lou Cheng stabilized his balance and poured all the ice energy permeating his body into his fist, intending to use the "Ice Empress" "Sigh" to block the long sword.
Seeing that the two were about to collide, the sword radiated suddenly and turned into a gust of wind sweeping around. Feng Zhi's figure was hidden in it, making it difficult to find.
The third style of "Fengbu" is "Rootless Duckweed"!
This is not only a unique technique for unloading force, but also a secret method for avoiding it!
Woo! The sound of the wind filled his ears, his face was cut like a knife, Lou Cheng's brow jumped suddenly, he pulled his shoulder violently, turned his right fist into a claw, and brought it to his face.
In that gust of wind, a thin cyan sword tip entwined with shimmering metallic light came out soundlessly, pointing towards his forehead, but under the pre-judgment, it was as if he was throwing himself into a trap.
Snapped! Lou Cheng's bluish-black five fingers scratched through the tiny bluish-color surrounding the opponent's sword tip.
This blue color is the wind transformed by strength, which maintains the balance of the long sword. As soon as they collapsed, the tip of the sword trembled immediately, and was pushed to slightly change direction, sticking to the back of Lou Cheng's hand and piercing towards his face. The cold feeling made goosebumps appear instantly.
"Sword of Uncertainty"!
The swordsmanship deduced by the strongmen of the Kongtong Academy based on the "Fengbu" is known as unpredictable!
The essence of this way of swordsmanship is that the accompanying "wind force" is not for hurting people, but to surround the sword body and maintain balance. Once in contact with people, a strong external force is added, and the "wind force" will immediately lose its balance. To, beyond the enemy's expectations.
As for where it will stab in the end, the user himself can't judge before that, so it is called "Sword of Uncertainty"!
Like a poisonous snake swimming over the skin, Lou Cheng's hairs exploded, but he didn't rush to avoid the long sword, he just tilted his head, tensed his muscles, swung his knee, and flew his left foot, turning his calf into a whip Draw forward.
boom!
He kicked the scabbard that came poking at the lower abdomen without knowing when!
This is Feng Zhi's real killer move!
Use the "Sword of Uncertainty" to force the enemy to be in a hurry, and hold the sheath below to give a fatal blow!
When the opponent understands something and is prepared to deal with it in advance, he can turn the imaginary into the real, and the real into the imaginary, making the "Sword of Uncertainty" the main attack!
Of course, there is no perfect move in the world. The "Sword of Uncertainty" is difficult to maintain. Feng Zhi can't control it and stab out the scabbard at the same time. He can only wait until the balance is broken, and the out-of-control "Feng Jin" automatically pushes the sword When the tip changes direction, you can free your hand to do the next step.
There is a difference between before and after, leaving a certain gap!
At the same time that Lou Cheng drew the scabbard with his leg, a white mist filled the surroundings of his palm instantly, making the air flow silently freeze and sparkling.
He let the "Sigh of the Ice Queen" burst out targeting the void!
Ice crystals piled up, and the speed of the sword tip, which still had inertia and was propelled by the wind, gradually slowed down, and it became more and more difficult as it went, and Lou Cheng turned his head in time to dodge it.
Woo!
After failing to succeed with one move, Feng Zhi "dispersed" again, turning into a black tornado wind, followed by a flickering light.
"Sky", with the blue bricks covered with cracks, is like a storm disaster in a documentary!
Lou Cheng was in the core position, and felt that the black winds forming the tornado were all sharp and sharp, as if they were all derived from Feng Zhi's sword light, so he couldn't take it lightly.
If one is shrunk and shrouded by this tornado, he will definitely be attacked by a thousand blades to cut his body apart... Lou Cheng understands that this is a combination of the opponent's powerful spirit and moves.
The eighth form of "The Ministry of Wind", "Black Disaster. Hurricane Sweeping"!
What was even more frightening was that there was a faint fishy-sweet smell floating in the wind, slowly corroding Lou Cheng's body.
At this moment, the best response is to blast out the "five fires" to destroy the tornado with a pure explosion, and let Feng Zhi's spinning and cutting long sword appear.
Lou Cheng also did the same, but he intentionally left golden yellow and light blue, just the "three fires" combined into one.
boom! He struck out with his left fist, and the lavender and other colors merged into one and expanded.
The dazzling light tore through the blackness, leaving the field completely white, the tumbling smoke cloud disintegrated the tornado, creating countless turbulence, the huge explosion shook the ground, and "dig" an obvious and wide pothole!
In such an environment, Lou Cheng's clothes were fluttering around, and his sense of the surroundings had dropped to the lowest point, but without thinking about it, he half-turned his body, waved his right arm, and pulled it back!
when!
His fist accurately hit the long sword pierced from the fire waves and wind, knocking it back.
This is half a premonition of danger and half an early judgment. After the "three fires converge", the only position where he can launch an attack without being greatly affected is the rear covered by his body!
After the sneak attack failed, Feng Zhi kicked his knees and stepped back. Taking advantage of the wind, he floated up as if losing weight, and then hovered in the air around the "green wind"!
The "Fengbu" has cultivated to his level and has been able to fly for a period of time. This is also his advantage over most foreign gangs!
Whoooo!
Feng Zhi is like an eagle, with the strong wind as its wings, it pounces and falls, and the long sword in his palm chops out green lights, which sometimes hang high and rotate to cut, and sometimes block the surrounding area.
In this process, even if there is no collision, he can still take advantage of the wind to rise again, without any stagnation.
Whoosh whoosh! Lou Cheng either blocked hard, or dodged, or based on the remaining golden and light blue, quickly condensed fireballs and fired high-firing bombardments.
However, his counterattacks were all easily avoided by Feng Zhi. The opponent's actions were smooth and flexible, and he was better than a bird.
puff! After Lou Cheng blasted out a light blue fireball, he was a little slow to dodge, and was hit by two sword lights in the back, breaking through the ice layer and tearing a bloody gash.
Puff puff! For a full three minutes, without the "air supremacy", he was like a trapped beast, unable to break the situation, with more and more wounds on his body, failure seemed to be only a matter of time!
Another twenty seconds passed, and Feng Zhi, who was in mid-air, suddenly turned his head up and down, using his long sword as a drill, and created a highly concentrated and terrifying tornado.
The moment the tornado fell towards Lou Cheng, his sword bent, bounced up again, and floated away into the distance.
His flight is simulated by the force of the "wind department" and unique skills, which cannot be maintained for a long time, and must be slowed down for a while before continuing.
Of course, Feng Zhi is not an idiot, he has to wait until the end of the crossbow to "take a breath", he will leave a margin in case of accidents, so as not to be in mid-air, stagnant in movement, bound to fall, and let others slaughter him!
At this juncture, Lou Cheng's eyes gathered light, ignoring the engulfing tornado, he suddenly hugged Qi and blood, directing "Dan Jin" to his legs.
boom! Between bending and propping up, while the ground was broken, he soared into the air, wrapped in gold, lavender and light blue, like a cannonball, and rushed towards Feng Zhi!
He struggled and waited for a long time, and what he was waiting for was now!
Everyone in Waigang knows that Feng Zhi's flight is difficult to last, but except for the Shushanzhai strongman who cultivates the unique knowledge of "Doubu", no one will grasp this point, because the other party will not fall into the weakest state, and that is the weakest state. In his field, if he seized similar opportunities, he would easily lose money instead of stealing chickens, and let himself fall to the brink of failure!
When Lou Cheng analyzed the opponent's battle highlights, he was keenly aware that this might be his only chance, otherwise he would have no way of defeating the enemy who is at the peak and has a perverted advantage!
This is not to say that Feng Zhi will be careless or negligent, but that after "a long period of peace", when facing enemies other than Shushanzhai, he will probably not be more cautious, more careful, and make different reservations according to different opponents.
No one would try anyway, would they
This is your chance!
"Fly" briefly, and so will I!
Succeed or benevolent!
The "rocket" was launched, and Lou Cheng roared to close the distance with the opponent.
Seeing this scene, Feng Zhi's eyes flickered, the gust of wind around him caused him to drift away, and the sword in his palm stood up, slashing at the enemy who was "flying" in a hurry.
boom! The Emperor Yan exploded in Lou Cheng's body, turned out of nowhere, and avoided the blue sword light.
Whoooo! Feng Zhi's expression remained unchanged, and he continued to turn around with the strength to strike the sky.
Bang bang! Lou Cheng then changed direction and brought the distance closer.
There was a strong wind, Feng Zhi flew upwards, as if being hung by a wire, the "Qi Tian Sword" in his hand was brightly lit, he wanted to chase and cut down the enemy who was about to fall.
At this moment, a stream of light blue flames spewed out from under Lou Cheng's feet, piercing through and incinerating the shoes, and carried him up again!
"Jet counterattack", the rocket vacated!
Feng Zhi's eyes froze, and the surrounding blue wind disintegrated in half, and flew to the side and down.
Boom!
There was a sudden explosion, and the golden fireball that Lou Cheng didn't want to use before exploded, turning into a violent storm, hurting his back, and pushing him to chase after him.
Feng Zhi's pupils shrank suddenly, causing the rest of Qingfeng to disintegrate, move sideways, and cut out the sword light.
Boom! Boom!
Light blue and light purple exploded one after another, one blocked the sword light, and the other boosted the change of direction!
The tumbling cloud and mist split, and Lou Cheng "stepped" out, finally approaching Feng Zhi.
At the critical moment, Feng Zhi's martial arts uniform swelled suddenly, as if a strong wind had been born inside, and it rose again in an instant!
Just as the audience sighed for Lou Cheng, who was trying his best, his body suddenly became light, as if he had lost weight, and the flames under his feet were burning like money, making them cold and hot!
The "Ice Soul" in his body is dark and empty, symbolizing the coldness of the universe, it is the silence of nothing!
With a light step, Lou Cheng jumped up following him, shook his left arm, and punched Feng Zhi.
Feng Zhi finally didn't change direction, didn't turn around again, the long sword in his palm flashed, and he slashed fiercely.
His "flying" has reached its limit!
Lou Cheng's joints snapped, his five fingers spread out suddenly, and he grabbed the opponent's sword at once, pouring the "Ice Soul" accumulated in his body into it.
A layer of crystal condensed and spread towards Feng Zhi. At the same time, Lou Cheng's right palm also grabbed the scabbard that the enemy had drawn.
Clap clap, bang bang bang!
The two legs twitched or kicked, kicked or tapped, collided constantly, and fell together!
In the process of falling, Lou Cheng and Feng Zhi used the simplified "soldier" formula and "natural mourning" to attack the opponent's spirit at the same time, dizziness appeared in the eyes, and neither of them could spare their hands to make adjustments and prepare for the "big move" ".
But for Lou Cheng, this couldn't be better!
Because with the power of "Ice Soul" pouring out, on the one hand, it affected Feng Zhi's movements and counteracted the wind energy in his body; on the other hand, due to the balance of "Ice Fire", the fire energy in Lou Cheng's body gradually Condensate, accumulate more and more!
bang bang bang!
When the two were about to fall to the ground, Lou Cheng suddenly let go of his opponent's long sword and sheath respectively, and two heavy lavender fireballs came out.
Boom!
The fireball exploded, causing Feng Zhi's body to be injured, and he was bumped and thrown a little higher. Lou Cheng, who retracted his hands and curled up into a ball in time, landed first with the help of recoil. :
"Array!"
The airflow shrank in an instant, imprisoning Feng Zhi, who could not "fly", and he, who was at the end of his strength, did not have time to open it in the first place.
boom! Lou Cheng hugged his blood back, flew into the air again, grabbed Feng Zhi who had just opened the cage, poured it into the ice soul, and brought him to the ground.
Boom!
Amidst the smoke and dust, a pothole emerged. Feng Zhi lay in the center in a daze, and Lou Cheng, who was forced to breathe, fell down and held his throat with his elbow.
when!
His "Qi Tian Sword" landed on the edge of the pit, making a crisp sound.
The referee raised his right hand and shouted in a deep voice:
"Lou Cheng wins!" nt
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