After dodging a round of violent attacks, Luo Feng's forehead was covered with sweat. This Liu Zhi was more difficult to deal with than the Zhao Yuqiang in the previous round. Although they were both at the peak of the Xuan level, their wisdom was different and their strength was vastly different.
Liu Zhi stood quietly on the side of the ring, looking at Luo Feng, his eyes narrowed, secretly calculating in his heart.
Thirty-six three-leaf darts were used with the lightning attack method of the Rain of Pear Blossom Needles, and a flaw was deliberately left to lure the kid into chasing him. Unexpectedly, the kid was smarter than a monkey and did not fall for it at all, dodging all the attacks.
This kid is no simple guy. No wonder my junior fellow apprentice was defeated by him.
There were flashes of swords and sabers on the ring. The two men's figures crossed each other several times. Colorful darts were flying in the sky as they fought fiercely.
Ye Feng has been paying attention to Luo Feng. He discovered a strength in Luo Feng. It was this strength that allowed Luo Feng to reach the third round and still fight on the ring, that is perseverance.
No matter how Liu Zhi tempted or attacked, Luo Feng always used his shield to protect himself, never attacked rashly, and was cautious in every step. For a young man to have such a strong character, only the army could cultivate such a character.
Liu Zhi was becoming more and more anxious. The three-leaf darts in his dart bag were gradually decreasing. He felt that fighting with Luo Feng was like being stared at by a ferocious beast. When the enemy advanced, he retreated; when the enemy retreated, he advanced. He had to defend himself tightly and fight relentlessly. He became more and more impatient, while Luo Feng was getting stronger and stronger.
Ye Feng smiled and said to Du Zhong: "This Luo Feng can enter the fourth round, but he can only enter the fourth round."
Du Zhong did not refute. He was confident that Luo Feng could defeat the Xuan-level masters from various sects, but he did not have the confidence that he could defeat the Xuan-level masters trained by Ye Feng.
Du Zhong shared the same view as Nie Qingwu and smiled faintly: "We will be very happy if he can get a place."
As soon as Du Zhong finished speaking, the situation on the ring suddenly changed.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, countless three-leaf darts were flying in the sky, covering the entire arena from all directions, and even surrounding Luo Feng like a silkworm cocoon.
Liu Zhi showed a sly smile, and he threw out all the three-leaf darts in his body, determined to fight to the death, where either you die or I die.
Being surrounded by three-leaf darts on all sides means you are basically dead. No one can survive his torrential pear blossom lightning.
But from the flock of butterflies in the sky, there was a continuous sound of tinkling, like the sound of gurgling water or broken jade falling on a plate.
Every time a sound was heard, Liu Zhi's expression changed. He could hear the sound of his three-leaf dart cutting into the skin, the sound of the three-leaf dart cutting the enemy's throat, and the sound of his three-leaf dart being shot down.
The sounds that came one after another were all the sounds of his own three-leaf darts being shot down.
He was becoming more and more horrified. How could he survive being surrounded by his own three-leaf darts
A flash of sword light suddenly burst out, and the sword energy in the sky cut countless three-leaf darts into two pieces. At the same time, the light turned into a blazing lightning, cutting through the sky and shooting in front of Liu Zhi.
Liu Zhi twisted his body with all his might to avoid the shining knife light, but his left hand fell silently on the ring, and blood gushed out from the broken arm.
Liu Zhi covered the bowl-sized wound with his hand, his face was pale and he was about to collapse. The disciples of Taiyi Sect rushed up from the stage, stopped the bleeding for Liu Zhi, and helped him off the stage.
The sharp white light was Luo Feng's half-moon scimitar, which actually flew out of his hand, drew a strange arc in the air, cut off Liu Zhi's arm, and flew back.
Ye Feng watched with great interest. This spinning slash was truly brilliant, like flowing clouds and running water, without any drag, and done in one go. It was almost comparable to the performance of his own flying sword.
Of course, they can only be compared. The flying sword can fly wherever the mind wishes, while the scimitar has a certain flying route based on its spinning principle.
When the sword light disappeared and the blood turned into dust, Luo Feng stood on the ring with a victorious smile and his head held high, and the audience burst into warm applause.
In the ancient martial arts world, the strong prey on the weak, the strong are worshipped and the weak are despised. If a strong person stands on the stage, he will win the cheers and applause of everyone.
Taiyi Sect leader Yue Zhuoqun's eyes almost popped out of his head. He never thought that the disciple who had the greatest hope of winning the championship actually lost and had one of his arms cut off. It was such a miserable defeat.
Elder Lu announced helplessly: "Luo Feng wins and advances to the next round."
Luo Feng walked down the ring easily. Ye Feng's eyes were sharp and he saw that Luo Feng's blue soft armor was covered with dense marks. Only then did he understand that the reason why Luo Feng escaped from Liu Zhi's darts was that this blue armor protected him.
"Brother Du, this armor of his is not a treasure, right?"
A smug smile flashed across Du Zhong's face. "You really have good taste. This armor is also a treasure. In modern society, equipment is everything. If you don't have sophisticated weapons and equipment, wouldn't you be at a disadvantage when you go out to fight?"
Ye Feng nodded in agreement and looked at Luo Feng suspiciously: "It's not easy for ordinary ancient warriors to have a treasure, but this kid is covered in treasures. Is he really just an ordinary policeman?"
Du Zhong smiled and said, "Are you just an ordinary country doctor?"
The two of them laughed knowingly. Yue Zhuoqun next to them glanced over here angrily: "Don't laugh too early, the game isn't over yet."
Ye Feng curled his lips: "It's over for us. I dare say that your disciples will still lose in the next game, and the final winner of the Xuan level will be our Jiang Yixue."
Knowing that there was no benefit in engaging in a verbal dispute with Ye Feng, Yue Zhuoqun waved his sleeves, left the podium, and strode towards the No. 2 ring. He was no longer in the mood to sit on the podium and watch the fight.
There is only one disciple, Zhou Taiyin, on the ring. If he loses again, not getting the championship will be a small matter, but the big matter will be shame.
The competition on Arena No. 2 is about to begin. Zhou Taiyin from Taiyi Sect is wearing a Confucian robe, with his hair tied up in a high bun, and holding a green jade flute in his hand.
Zhou Taiyin also looked like a handsome guy, young and handsome, but there was a hint of gloom between his brows, and his expression was delicate, without the masculinity of Luo Feng.
Ye Feng and Du Zhong looked at each other and smiled without saying anything. It is true that like teacher, like disciple. The sect leader is sinister, so his disciples are certainly not much better.
Ge Ming, a disciple from Fangcun Mountain, slowly stepped onto the stage. He was in his thirties, with slightly dark skin and a calm expression.
He didn't carry any weapons, and his hands were clasped in front of his chest. His fists were twice as big as those of an ordinary person. It was obvious that he was a master of boxing.
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(End of this chapter)