The third round of the Xuan-level group of the Ancient Martial Arts Competition began, with Luo Feng from the official team facing Liu Zhi from Taiyi Sect, and Ge Ming from Fangcun Mountain facing Zhou Taiyin from Taiyi Sect.
Du Zhong smiled and teased Yue Zhuoqun: "Master Yue, you have disciples on both stages. If they both win, only one of the brothers can enter the finals. Which one will you let enter the finals?"
Yue Zhuoqun had originally set up a procedure that would allow one disciple to enter the finals directly, and have the finals be held between two Taiyi Sect disciples, so it didn't matter who won the championship.
He said calmly: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter who makes it to the finals."
Ye Feng interjected: "It really doesn't matter. No matter who enters the finals, the first place will still belong to our Jiang Yixue."
Yue Zhuoqun wanted to argue a little, but he ended up doing something wrong for others, allowing Jiang Yixiu to advance directly to the finals. He felt upset and had no mood to argue with Ye Feng.
Luo Feng and Liu Zhi stepped onto stage No. 1.
This is already Luo Feng's third time to step onto the Xuan-level competition arena. Every victory brings him different feelings, and his confidence is growing.
He gave Nie Qingwu outside the ring a confident smile.
Nie Qingwu saluted quietly, her eyes extremely gentle: "Well done, play the game seriously, I wish you the best in the next round."
Luo Feng did not wear the riot police uniform this time. Instead, he wore a light blue soft armor with shoulder pads and knee pads shaped like an animal's head. His fangs were ferocious and intimidating. He wore an ancient knight's horn helmet on his head.
The riot shield in his left hand was replaced with a round millstone-shaped copper shield with an ancient color. A lifelike bull's head was carved in the middle of the shield.
In his right hand, he held an exquisitely crafted, crescent-shaped scimitar. A ray of sunlight shone on the blade, emitting a cold light, which slowly moved along the blade until it reached the tip, and then disappeared in a flash.
The sword and shield collided, making a pleasant clanging sound, and a murderous aura emanated from him.
He looked like an ancient knight who had traveled through time.
Many people below the ring began to talk about him.
"Is this guy here to hold a fashion show? Why does he change his clothes every time? He's so damn showy."
"I really can't stand it. Is it any wonder that there is no one else in the official department?"
From Yihua Palace came voices of appreciation.
"I hope he wins this game so I can see him more."
"He looks so cool, like a dragon slayer."
Even the official boss Du Zhong couldn't help but chuckle: "This kid, what is he doing, changing clothes, changing weapons, he's not here for a duel, he's here for a live show, right? But, this kid is really handsome."
Ye Feng could tell from Du Zhong's tone that he admired Luo Feng, so he smiled and said, "Brother Du, Officer Luo's weapon looks a bit harsh, doesn't it?"
Du Zhong's face was filled with a proud smile: "Of course, the bull-head shield and the half-moon sword were the weapons I personally picked for him. Although they are not as good as your flying sword, they are also precious weapons."
After hearing Du Zhong say that Luo Feng was holding a treasure, Ye Feng suddenly realized. He felt that the ox-head shield and the half-moon sword were emitting a faint glow, and this glow seemed familiar.
It turned out to be a treasure. Although it was not as good as the Star Staff of the Tiannv Sect, nor as good as his own flying sword, it was much stronger than ordinary magic weapons.
Liu Zhi held a three-leaf dart in each hand, the sharp edges of the darts sparkled in the sunlight, and this light reflected in his eyes gave him an uncomfortable chill.
Liu Zhi looked at Luo Feng and sneered contemptuously: "Little white face, are you here to act?"
Luo Feng is handsome with fair skin, but he is a serving policeman. He hates being called a pretty boy the most, and he gets very angry.
Seeing that Liu Zhi's face was a little dark, he retorted: "Little black face, I came here to compete, didn't you see it?"
"Oh, you are quite angry. In the last round, you defeated my junior brother Zhao Yuqiang, but you used a tricky method. You pretended to be beaten and then attacked by surprise. It was not fair at all. In the last round, you were lucky and my junior brother fell into your trap. You will not be so lucky to meet me this time."
Dang, dang, the sword and shield collided, making a pleasant collision sound. Luo Feng sneered: "I don't rely on luck, but on strength. Since ancient times, all is fair in war. Your master doesn't teach you to practice, but you still need to use your brain, not just to strengthen your body. Are all you Taiyi Sect idiots with strong limbs but simple brains?"
"Bah, you're the pighead."
The two sides were talking back and forth, and they were getting heated and would start fighting if they disagreed.
Whoosh, whoosh, two three-leaf darts shot towards Luo Feng from the left and right. Luo Feng gently raised the ox-head shield, and blocked the two three-leaf darts with bang, bang.
However, the two three-leaf darts did not fall on the ring. Instead, after touching the shield, they swung outwards and rotated back into Liu Zhi's hands.
Luo Feng felt that the force of the three-leaf darts hitting the shield was very light. Obviously, these two three-leaf darts were just testing the waters. This Liu Zhi was a bit more cunning than the pig-headed guy in the last round.
A mocking smile appeared on Luo Feng's handsome face. He suddenly rushed towards Liu Zhi, and the scimitar in his hand drew an arc, like a flash of lightning, cutting towards Liu Zhi's chest.
Liu Zhi was like a nimble rabbit. He leaned back exaggeratedly and the scimitar slid across the tip of his nose. The scimitar was so close to his nose that he could even feel the chill emanating from the sharp blade.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh…
Liu Zhi stood opposite Luo Feng, his whole body seemed to be full of flaws, without any protection, only his hands constantly flying in the air.
One after another, the three-leaf darts flew into the air, as if they were thrown randomly for fun, and none of them was aimed at Luo Feng.
But each dart is colorful, floating and dancing in the air like flowers scattered by fairies, and the final destination of each dart is only one target.
A trace of vigilance flashed in Luo Feng's eyes. He felt that this was a trap. He did not chase Liu Zhi anymore, but decisively put away his sword and retreated, raising the bull-head shield in his hand.
This is exactly where Luo Feng's cleverness lies. Those three-leaf darts, although seemingly disorganized, actually hide dangerous murderous intent. If Luo Feng continues to chase Liu Zhi, then these three-leaf darts will attack Luo Feng from four directions: front, back, left, and right. At that time, he will not be able to dodge.
Luo Feng's alertness saved him. He chose to retreat. The three-leaf darts in the air, like locusts, all shot towards him with a buzzing sound.
The half-moon scimitar danced into a curtain of moonlight, shooting down the three-leaf darts one by one. The bull-head shield also blocked more than ten darts. The darts hit the shield like hail, and the sound of thudding was endless.
For a moment, the arena was suddenly filled with colorful three-leaf darts falling everywhere like rain. Luo Feng simply counted them and found that there were more than thirty three-leaf darts.
How many of these three-leaf darts did Liu Zhi carry with him
Luo Feng observed Liu Zhi carefully and felt that the three-leaf darts were small in size, so he could probably carry more than a hundred of them with him without any problem.
(End of this chapter)