A determined and confident look appeared in Ge Ming's eyes. He finally found Luo Feng's weakness and struck him with three lightning fingers in a row, causing Luo Feng to groan. He quickly swung his scimitar in an attempt to force Ge Ming back.
Defense is like a dam. Once there is a slight leak, the entire dam will collapse.
Ge Ming's fists were like iron, filled with full of energy, and he struck towards the scimitar.
Boom, a burst of energy spread out.
Luo Feng only felt that the scimitar in his hand was hit by a huge force, like a tidal wave, and he couldn't control it at all. Whoosh, the scimitar flew out of his hand and flew into the air.
A cruel curve appeared at the corner of Ge Ming's mouth, and then he threw a punch, hitting the edge of the bull-head shield solidly.
Only the middle part of the bull-head shield can offset and absorb external forces. However, when it hits the edge, the power of the Wind and Thunder God Fist is all concentrated on the bull-head shield.
Whoosh, Luo Feng's bull-head shield was also knocked out of his hand.
Without his sword and shield, Luo Feng was like a toothless tiger, posing no threat at all.
"I'm sorry, please go down."
Ge Ming's whole body was covered with green light, and he punched Luo Feng in the chest.
A trace of anger flashed across Luo Feng's handsome face: "It's not that easy to defeat me."
He crossed his arms over his chest, obviously determined to fight back, using his arms to block Ge Ming's Wind and Thunder Fist.
The Wind and Thunder Fist of Fangcun Mountain is a unique skill that can conquer the whole mountain. No one can withstand such a powerful punch.
The audience below the ring all cried out in surprise. Luo Feng was in trouble now. The female disciples of Yihua Palace even covered their eyes, unable to bear to watch any further.
Ge Ming felt that he was about to win. The scene of his fellow disciples celebrating after the victory seemed to appear before his eyes. As long as he defeated Luo Feng, that little girl would not be worth worrying about.
Just when his fist was about to hit Luo Feng, he saw Luo Feng's eyes full of contempt and teasing.
Oh no, this is a trap.
His senses suddenly became ten times more tense, and as expected, he heard a faint, barely perceptible sound of breaking through the air behind him, sharp and rapid.
He lowered his head alertly and leaned forward, with his whole body almost touching the ground.
Whoosh, a white light flashed, and the crescent-shaped scimitar flew back from behind Ge Ming, cutting off a clump of hair on the back of his head, and the broken hair fluttered in the wind.
Ge Ming felt a chill on the back of his head and his face turned pale with fright. He was glad that he discovered it early, otherwise he would have become a headless corpse by now.
A smug smile flashed across Luo Feng's face. He stretched out his arms and caught the flying scimitar in his hand.
Just when Ge Ming had no time to stand up, Luo Feng rushed towards Ge Ming quickly, and with a graceful somersault, he flipped over Ge Ming's head.
At the same time, the scimitar in his hand was gently placed on Ge Ming's raised neck. The whole process was as smooth as flowing water, and was done in one go.
The shining scimitar rested on Ge Ming's neck, looking like an exquisite scarf.
"Your fists are powerful, and invulnerable to swords and knives, but what about your neck?"
Cold sweat oozed from Ge Ming's forehead. As long as Luo Feng exerted his strength, the crescent-shaped scimitar would be able to cut off his head.
Luo Feng was not an evil and murderous person, so he took back the scimitar.
Ge Ming stood on the stage in a daze, his face turning pale and blue. He couldn't believe how he suddenly lost when he was about to win the match and his strength was obviously better than his opponent.
It took him a while to accept this cruel fact. He let out a sigh and walked off the stage dejectedly.
Mr. Mo Da on the rostrum shook his head helplessly, Fangcunshan was defeated.
Since the beginning of the competition, Luo Feng has always relied on the half-moon scimitar and the bull-head shield, two weapons. Without them, no one believes that he can still stand on the ring.
At first glance, Luo Feng's scimitar was smashed away, and the shield in his hand was also smashed away, and he lost his combat effectiveness.
The crescent-shaped scimitar was not smashed away, but was thrown out intentionally with the help of Ge Ming's power. After the scimitar flew out, it drew a graceful arc in the air and made a beautiful return cut.
This was just a trap set by Luo Feng, a desperate plan.
He knew that Ge Ming had the upper hand, and if he didn't change the situation quickly, he would be knocked off the stage. He could only take a risk and win. Fortunately, he succeeded and deceived Ge Ming.
The ancient martial arts world has always only admired the strong and paid attention to the winners. No one would think about where the loser went or what would happen to him.
In everyone's eyes, there was only Luo Feng standing on the stage, the winner.
There was warm applause from the audience, and everyone cast all kinds of looks at him, including envy, appreciation, jealousy, and hatred.
Elder Lu announced that Ge Ming from Fangcun Mountain became the third place in the Xuan-level ancient martial arts competition. The final of the Xuan-level ancient martial arts competition will be held in half an hour on Arena No. 1, with the official Luo Feng facing Jiang Yixue from Yihua Palace.
Ye Feng had been watching the match between Ge Ming and Luo Feng, and could not help but admire Luo Feng's wit. He knew that he would surely lose if he continued to fight, so he might as well take a risk and win.
Nie Qingwu was already waiting for Luo Feng under the ring and gave him a high five: "Well done, I was worried about you just now, thinking you were going to lose, but I didn't expect such a surprising turn of events."
"I said I would try my best, so I'm going to give it a try."
A pleasant voice sounded: "You won this game, but it's hard to say about the next one."
"Yeah, just give up. Our Sister Xue is not someone you can defeat."
Jiang Yuxin and Lan Ling'er surrounded Luo Feng. They were trying to undermine the other party's morale for their sister.
Knowing that the two girls were powerful, Nie Qingwu warned them, "Don't come and cause trouble."
Lan Ling'er raised her pretty face and said unconvincedly: "We just came here to chat with the handsome guy, is this called making trouble?"
Seeing Lan Ling'er and Jiang Yuxin, two super little beauties, like finely carved jade, Luo Feng's eyes lit up and he smiled, "Sister Qingwu, don't worry, it's okay, we're just chatting."
Knowing that Luo Feng was attracted by the beautiful looks of the two girls, Nie Qingwu warned: "Don't underestimate them, they are all masters at the peak of the Earth Level, you won't even know if you are eaten by them."
Lan Linger put her hands on her hips and retorted, "Oh, we are not lions or tigers. Do we eat people at every turn?"
Hearing that Lan Ling'er and Jiang Yuxin were top-level masters, Luo Feng was shocked. He didn't dare to have any thoughts about them and just stared at them blankly.
Jiang Yuxin showed a sharp sneer: "Handsome man, we are doing this for your own good. We saw that you are a good policeman of the people and were afraid that you would get hurt, so we came here to give you good advice. I didn't expect that your kindness would be taken for granted. Forget it, Ling'er, let's go back."
Seeing Luo Feng staring at her blankly, Lan Ling'er made a face at Luo Feng: "What are you looking at? Don't lose your soul just because you see a beautiful woman. Be honest. If you don't, I will release a scorpion to bite you to death."