With this blow, not only layers of crimson origin force light wrapped around the front of the fist, but also crackling sounds resounded in the air!
Nangong Wanyun's face immediately changed, just seeing how powerful this punch is, she dared not take it head-on! I had to dodge and retreat.
Qianye flew to catch up, and swept his legs, which also brought a crackling sound like thunder and lightning. This time Nangong Wanyun had no way to retreat, she gritted her teeth and flew a kick, facing Qianye for a blow!
There was a muffled bang, and the two of them backed up at the same time, their faces pale in an instant.
Nangong Wanyun's appearance is delicate and soft, but the original force is also fierce. This time the two sides fought evenly. Qianye felt as if he hit an alloy plate of the same hardness, and it rebounded vigorously, which was also uncomfortable for a while.
However, the discomfort of this shock was not as good as going to the battlefield to see blood, Qianye rushed towards Nangong Wanyun in big strides with almost no hindrance, fists, feet, shoulders and elbows, every part of his body seemed to be turned into a weapon.
Nangong Wanyun suddenly found that all her combat skills were useless. Facing such berserk strength and speed, her only choice was to press down hard one by one.
The confrontation between the two sides lasted for more than ten minutes. Nangong Wanyun suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. Finally, the original force failed, and the offensive and defensive momentum suddenly loosened. Qianye immediately seized the opportunity, rushed into her arms, and leaned against her!
Nangong Wanyun immediately flew upside down and fell out of the fighting arena.
Qianye stood there without moving, a strange flush flashed across his face, and he also spat out a mouthful of blood.
Nangong Wanyun, who had just got up from the ground, was extremely depressed. She only used a secret combat technique once when she started, and was almost completely led away by Qianye's offensive, turning into a head-to-head close combat. She had a two-level advantage over Qianye, but she was knocked out of the arena.
However, Nangong Wanyun stood firm and saw that Qianye also vomited blood. It was obvious that winning was not as easy as it seemed, and she immediately felt much better. She brushed her broken hair behind her ears, restored the grace and elegance of a noblewoman from a family, and waved a greeting to Qianye before turning around and leaving.
Qianye walked slowly to the sidelines and found a place to sit down, rest quietly, and wait for the next battle.
After five rounds, there were only sixteen contestants left, and a new final table was displayed on the virtual light screen beside the martial arts arena. At this time, the heritage of the aristocratic family was revealed. Among the top sixteen, descendants of aristocratic families accounted for two-thirds, and noble families, poor families, and commoners jointly accounted for one-third.
The sixth round is also the last game of the day. It can be regarded as an easy match for Qianye. The aristocratic family children who fought against him encountered evenly matched opponents in the first two matches. In the end, they narrowly won by a slight advantage, but they were also seriously injured. That man had only a few rounds to fight with Qianye before he was forced to receive a heavy punch, wounding more wounds, admitting defeat.
At this time, many people in the stands noticed Qianye who had successfully advanced to the competition. Wei Guogong knew about Qianye's talent, so he nodded slightly at the moment, and his expression didn't change much.
The strategist next to him noticed it immediately, and went up to make fun of him: "That No. 163 can go up to the present with a mere fifth level. He must have a special talent, maybe it is worth cultivating one or two?!"
Duke Wei caressed his beard and said: "It is said that the biggest characteristic of 'Dawn Qiming' is to defeat the strong with the weak, and it really deserves its reputation. If this son has not only practiced military tactics, he should not stop there."
The counselor knew what he heard. It seems that Duke Wei should have noticed this young man a long time ago. He even detected the talent of the other party, and immediately said: "The vision of the Duke is always nothing to say!"
However, Duke Wei shook his head and said, "It's a pity that in such an abandoned place as the Eternal Night Continent, such a talent is a waste of money, and his original force is only twice as thick as the standard level. "
The counselor pondered Wei Guogong's thoughts, and he didn't seem to be very soliciting, so he changed the subject and said: "Besides him, there are several interesting young talents in this spring hunting, let's just forget about the gentry, and the son of the aristocratic family may be good." A good match for Miss Xin'er."
Wei Guogong just said: "Let's take a look first, there are three more rounds. Xin'er is not very old, so you can think about it in the long run."
After hearing this, the counselor knew that Wei Guogong hadn't decided on a candidate yet, so he calmed down and waited for the end of all the battles in the fighting arena.
In the afternoon, the back garden of the Yin Family Courtyard was exceptionally quiet.
Qianye sat in the dense canopy, raised his right hand in front of his eyes, and the sunlight fell through the gaps in the branches and leaves, drawing mottled spots of light on his palm. He suddenly raised his head and looked forward to the right. In the rustling of the mountain wind, a few fallen leaves floated down from the branches, and then a figure slowly emerged.
Song Zining found a horizontal branch and sat down casually. He was holding a cylindrical silver pot in his hand. The water that poured out was clear and fragrant, but it was still tea.
Qianye took the teacup from Song Zining, couldn't help laughing and said, "You really don't drink anymore? I see that Qiqi is very busy these two days, don't you need to participate in social activities?"
"Assessing and recruiting the gentry will be done by someone." Song Zining said casually, "I still have to prepare for the battle!"
Qianye shrugged, it was too perfunctory to find such an excuse, Qiqi had also passed the first six rounds.
Song Zining put his hands behind his head and said casually, "Zhao Junhong told me that he promised to fight you with only level five force."
Qianye wondered, "Why did he say that?"
"Because he originally wanted to ask to be in a group with you."
Qianye immediately understood. It seemed that Zhao Junhong was really determined to fight him. He was worried that he would not make it to the end, so he wanted to use the right of designation to get a chance to fight? But Zhao Junhong was right. After Qianye had seen Song Zining's secret technique and that shot that sparked like a prairie fire, even he himself didn't dare to say that he would win.
But Qianye immediately asked suspiciously: "Then why are you still grouped like this?"
Song Zining smiled and said, "Because Wei Shizi and I also have an agreement to fight!"
Qianye suddenly felt that his friend's smile was full of malice.
Next, Song Zining talked about his and Zhao Junhong's discussion and evaluation of Qianye's performance in the previous fights, and immediately drew Qianye's attention away. Both Song and Zhao are sons of aristocratic clans, they were able to master the secret skills of warriors at the stage of warriors, and their vision is naturally superior, and every comment hits the point.
Qianye listened very carefully. After Tianxuan Chunshou encountered many secret techniques this time, he also discovered his own shortcomings. The combat skills honed in the military's martial arts and the line of fire, as well as the profound original force obtained from the training of soldiers, have allowed Qianye to maintain a clear advantage at the same level. However, the lack of the attributes of the secret combat skills and the nuanced force control greatly limited the types of tactics he could use.
Zhao Junhong said that Qianye's combat skills are not suitable for group arena. Because Qianye has only one tactic from the beginning to the end, and that is to go all out and use strength to subdue skill. That is to overwhelm everything with sheer power. The biggest problem with this tactic is that there is no room for retreat, and once the momentum is blocked, the backlash will be stronger.
After Qianye met that gentleman youth in the third round, he had to trade his injuries for injuries. It was like killing one thousand enemies and losing eight hundred. And earlier, when he fought Ji Yuanjia, he was even interrupted in the Art of War Judgment, although Qianye never made this mistake since that time. Therefore, up to now, Qianye has not used Bing King's Strike in the arena. On the one hand, it is to keep a back hand, and on the other hand, it is because this is his last hole card. With one blow, I am invincible , One miss, it is possible to lose the opportunity.
It wasn't until the next morning when Qianye saw the battle table on the virtual screen while standing on the huge martial arts arena that he suddenly remembered, this round is Song Zining vs. Wei Potian
But Qianye couldn't be distracted soon, he encountered a bitter battle. In the seventh round, Qianye's opponent was a gentry warrior, and those who made it to the present were the real strong among the contestants.
The battle lasted for nearly an hour, and both sides' original strength was almost exhausted. Only then did Qianye seize a small opportunity, severely injure the opponent in one fell swoop, and won the match.
After the fight, Qianye realized that he was not the last one to end the match.
Thunderous roars are constantly being heard on another field, and there is also the familiar "Thousand Mountains" earthy yellow light, and occasionally there will be star-like bright fragments of light exploding in the midair. Wei Potian was standing against the Thousand Mountains, galloping and roaring, chasing and beating his opponents all the way. His opponent is Song Zining!
At this moment, there is no strange and beautiful scene around Song Zining when the secret technique of "Three Thousand Floating Leaves Jue" is in operation, but his movement is also erratic, coming and going in the field as if weightless. Seeing the walking track, I almost want to reproduce the ghostly appearance of that night.
Wei Potian's attack was fierce and fierce, and occasionally a ruthless punch would bring out a sharp wind sound like a sharp blade piercing the air, which shows how amazing the speed and strength of the punch are. However, Song Zining always avoided it when there was no time, and he couldn't even make a solid shot.
After another ten minutes, the light of the Thousand Mountains on Wei Potian's body flickered a few times, and then disappeared, apparently exhausted at last. And he was so exhausted that he was almost collapsed, his hands were on his knees, he was panting desperately, and he was sweating profusely.
Song Zining, who was a few steps away, flickered and appeared behind Wei Potian. He stretched out his hand and pushed lightly, but Wei Potian, who was already half-disabled from exhaustion, fell down and slid forward on the ground, half of his body out of the fighting arena.
Song Zining naturally won this round.
Just like that, Qianye ushered in his opponent in the semifinals, Song Zining.
Song Zining was obviously in a very good mood, and there was a bit of real joy in the warm smile that seemed to never change in front of people, and a chill ran down Qianye's back when he saw it. It's like Song Zining took care of some unlucky ghost in Huangquan training camp back then.
Although Qianye only saw the end of the battle between Song Zining and Wei Potian, he already knew clearly that Song Zining's tactics were the ones that most restrained the fierce fighting style of him and Wei Potian.
But there is nothing to be afraid of, Qianye gradually became more motivated to fight, and it was said that he hadn't fought against this friend for many years!
The horn sounded to start the battle, and Qianye's Art of War Judgment pushed through two rounds of the 18th floor in the shortest time. He strode forward, let out a low shout, and punched out!
Song Zining's body shone with a hazy blue light, and he pushed the seal with his palms upright, and the two punched and palmed more than ten strokes in the blink of an eye. They are very familiar with each other's close combat skills, and they are not unfamiliar with each other after many years of separation. They have not been able to hit each other once in more than ten rounds!