Lou Qianxue felt the curious and fiery gazes of the crowd, her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and her delicate and beautiful little face instantly turned cold.
The battle on stage continues.
Before, Yun Huan and Shi Mengyang followed Lou Qianxue together, and there was a deep friendship between them. But now, Ling Aoyu swept Shi Mengyang down, so Yun Huan was naturally unhappy.
In fact, the third swordsman Xie Ting also had an emotion in his eyes after seeing Ling Ao Yu defeat Shi Mengyang.
It seemed that he shouldn't have let Ling Ao Yu go before.
It’s just that a swordsman does what he wants. He was impressed by the other party’s swordsmanship, so he let him go if he wanted to.
But Shi Mengyang's resignation made him never want to let go of the geniuses who were defeated by him again.
Yun Huan walked out of the crowd and looked at Ling Ao Yu: "Should I wait for you to recover?"
Those who can stay until the end of the Four Continents Martial Arts Exchange Conference are all extremely proud geniuses, and no one is willing to win unfairly.
"To you? Do you need it?"
Ling Ao Yu raised his eyebrows slightly. He had seen Yun Huan’s previous battle, and it was just using inscriptions.
He values opponents like Xie Ting and Shi Mengyang because both of them are good at using swords.
In his opinion, a person who relies on inscriptions is almost useless.
after all-
Which powerful person at the peak of Martial Emperor level would watch someone with lower cultivation than him slowly carving inscription patterns beside him
He will definitely defeat the opponent before he can carve any useful inscriptions!
Ling Ao Yu has such confidence!
"So, you don't need to rest?" Yun Huan looked very calm, and said slowly: "Then, let's fight."
"You'll be the second person I sweep off the stage."
Ling Ao Yu spoke proudly.
In this world, the only people who can make him look at them differently are warriors who are as powerful as him, or sword practitioners, or people of great reputation!
Yun Huan was not a strong man with the same or stronger cultivation as him, nor was he a sword cultivator, nor was he one of those strong men on the Hidden Dragon List, so naturally he could not look at him differently.
"We'll have to wait and see."
Yun Huan had seen Ling Ao Yu fight twice and was already very familiar with his fighting style.
As soon as Ling Aoyu finished speaking, he raised his finger, and dots of light floated in the air. In the blink of an eye, a pattern of inscriptions was formed...
at the same time.
The martial arts stage became dark again.
Ling Ao Yu launched the Shadow Sword again!
But this time, a ray of white light illuminated the entire dark space!
"How could he carve inscriptions out of thin air in such a short time?"
“So strong!”
"Monster, what a monster!!!"
"What kind of people are these people from the Tianxuan Sect?"
Ling Ao Yu's expression changed immediately.
He had never met such an engraver before. He didn't even need time to prepare and could draw the engraving directly.
His expression suddenly became serious, and his previous contempt for Yun Huan disappeared completely in the blink of an eye.
Yun Huan was dressed in white, handsome and gentle. As his fingers danced, lines of inscriptions were carved...
Swish, swish, swish!
Almost instantly, the ground cracked and Ling Aoyu's body fell. He quickly flew up on his sword, but...
Swish, swish, swish!
Countless vines stretched out from the cracks in the ground, densely entangled the sword under his feet and himself, and dragged him down fiercely.
Ling Ao Yu quickly released his sword energy, trying to break free^
However…
Boom!
The originally cracked ground quickly closed, forming an earth cage that trapped Ling Ao Yu tightly inside!
Continue in a moment.
(End of this chapter)