"A strong sword intent." Lian Anyang, a layman of kendo, felt the strong power contained in the hilt of Master Yi's sword. If he swiped his sword, he was bound to die.
"Master Yi is going to win?" Timo didn't even have any interest in taking a look on the stage, just bulging to eat his big bucket of popcorn.
You have to eat quickly. After eating, Leopard Girl's sister is still holding a bucket in her hand. Hahahati is really witty. Timo thought so in his heart.
"Not necessarily." An Yang swallowed and shook his head.
Indeed, nothing can be concluded casually before the end of anything. The barbarian's ability to reach the present step by step can only show that he also has the means.
On the other hand, on Wutai, Manzi’s eyes are full of solemnity. He has no fancy skills or dazzling skills. The only thing he has is his flesh and blood body. He wants to use this flesh and blood body to avenge his people. He wants to become stronger!
Maybe he is unknown now, no one is looking at him, but when he finally shines, everyone will look up.
"Perhaps you will defeat me, but you will never knock me down!" The barbarian smiled lowly and thrust the big knife in his hand directly. On the ground, he opened his hands and spread his feet, facing Master Yi in a large font.
"What is he doing!"
"Does he want to use his body to take that trick?"
"He is crazy, he must be crazy!"
Countless people in the audience were talking about it.
Even a layman can feel the daunting energy fluctuations from the hilt of Master Yi, he actually wants to use his body to block this move.
"Even so, I won't show mercy." Master Yi's eyes fluctuated, and he was quickly covered by the dark green light of the sword hilt. "Go, it's time to decide the outcome, Promise."
As Master Yi's faint voice sounded, the dark green light in the hilt rose to the sky, turning into an arc-shaped light wave, and slashed towards the barbarian in an extremely domineering attitude.
Although Jian Qi didn't touch the ground, a gully was drawn on the ground, which continued to the Manzi's feet.
Immediately, everyone could see that the sword intent collided with the barbarian's body, and after a loud noise, the wind blew loudly. During the collision, dust was also raised in the sky, covering the barbarian's figure.
"Isn't it possible to Juechen? What is the essence of Promise Sword Art?" Master Yi muttered a little absentmindedly when he saw the dust in the sky.
The dust slowly dissipated, and everyone's eyes fixed on where the barbarian stood just now.
The figure qualified as scheduled before everyone’s eyes, although his body was covered with blood and scars, although perhaps he could be defeated with a single blow, but—
The barbarian was like a hill, abruptly taking over Master Yi's sword intent.
"You won." Master Yi said lightly, turning around and waving his sleeves away.
Although the barbarian is very weak now, he can win with one more sword, but after all, such a victory is not martial, and Master Yi disdains it.
"Did you win—did I win—" Manzi's eyes were dull, and he kept repeating in his mouth. The next moment, his eyes were black, and he slowly fell to the ground.
—
Snapped!
A figure flew out of Wutai.
The eighth round of the preliminary round is also over.
"Well, students, after a fierce battle, the list of the top eight is also out, and they are -" Wandering appeared on the stage again, holding a list in his hand. It must be the list of qualified students in this martial arts meeting.
"(No. 3, Leona), (No. 38, Anyang), (No. 87, Nidalee), (No. 142, Jax), (No. 189, Teddymir), (No. 422, Sparta ), (No. 593, Thin Wolf), (No. 1024, Zhu Lina), congratulations." After the roamer announced the list, he disappeared and left. The speed was shocking.
Both Shuguang and Weapon passed the preliminary rounds. This is normal. The Leopard Girl and Pan Sen also passed the preliminary rounds. The Barbarian was seriously injured in the fight with Master Yi just now and has already abstained. In other words, no matter who draws. If you compete with the barbarian, you will automatically win.
"It seems that the game really has some luck in it." An Yang sighed and prayed in his heart. It is best to let himself be drawn. In this way, the strength of the cards will be hidden in the semifinals. People will spend less time studying.
No matter how powerful the move is, it is afraid of careful analysis, because nothing is completely unsolvable.
After the first round of the game, it is now the semi-finals of the qualifying game, and the opponent is still determined by the draw, and Leona is the first to draw.
"No. 189, Teddamer." Looking at the small ball in Leona's hand, An Yang felt a little bit weeping.
Didn’t I say that I let brother get it—
The barbarian abstained and Leona directly advanced to the semi-finals. Regarding Leona's two games, they won very quickly, and even the second one did not even fight, which made many Leona fans abuse and curse in their hearts. The man with little JJ who doesn't have a little JJ is too shameless. My goddess is singled out with you and you don't appreciate your face
Leona directly advanced to the semi-finals with good luck, and then it was An Yang's turn.
"Practitioner No. 38, An Yang will draw lots on stage." The referee urged on the stage to death.
"Boss, come on!" Timo rushed into An Yang's arms and gave An Yang a big hug, then turned over and jumped down and waved a small fist at An Yang.
"Come on." An Yang also clenched his fists and took the cards to the meeting stage.
Reached into the box and found a ball.
"1024, Julina." An Yang looked at the words on the ball, Julina? female
Just as An Yang was stunned, one was dressed in a purple dress with a hem that resembled the dress of a rich western aristocratic girl in the Middle Ages. He was held up high, even his feet were covered.
"Why don't you wrestle while walking like this?" An Yang twitched his mouth and looked up, and saw a delicate face without any emotion.
"Prepare, the game will begin! Puff!" The referee seemed to be rushing home and slapped, he quickly slipped off the martial arts stage and gave the venue to An Yang and Zhu Lina.
"I've never beaten women, but this time it's an exception. After all, I'm sure to win the title of champion. So if I accidentally bump into places that I shouldn't touch, then-hey, don't be like this. Haven't spoken yet—this violent girl." An Yang was thinking of saying a few opening remarks. He should ring the alarm bell for the girl first, and when you are done, please don't be angry if you accidentally hit her.
Hey, how could Anyang say that he was going to wait a few minutes and was not careful!
As a result, the violent woman didn't even have time to speak to An Yang, so she rushed towards him, and the hem of the long skirt floated back against the wind, like a trumpet flower in the opposite direction.
Julina's weapon is a small flute in her hand. While stepping forward, she also placed the flute by her mouth.
Suddenly, a melodious flute sounded through the venue, causing everyone's pores to suddenly open, that kind of feeling.
It's like when you are particularly thirsty, there is a cup of cold white open in front of you. When it is particularly cold, someone will cover you with a quilt, which is like the warm sun in winter.
I have to say that this tune sounds very comfortable, the tune is tactful, sometimes high-pitched, sometimes low-pitched, sometimes light, sometimes rushing, as if there is life.
An Yang was stunned. He dropped his hands freely. He stood there quietly listening to the confession from the sound of Julina's flute, but the invisible flute sound tied him up like a chain and bolted it back. past.
There, he saw Su Su blushing and said, "Are you men such horny?"
There, he saw Lingli dangling his legs on the tree and shouting desperately, "Help, help!"
He also saw his parents three years ago, so kind.
An Yang’s face showed unprecedented comfort. In three years, he has never been in the same mood for a moment. The guilt and self-blame before the journey were heavy on his heart, and the sense of responsibility after the journey was also momentary. Remind him that he can't relax and be satisfied. Now An Yang puts aside all distractions, recalls the beautiful things, the melodious music continues, and An Yang's smile continues.
The card is like An Yang, bathed in this moving music. He recalled the time with his best friend before. They wandered together, even if a steamed bun was divided in half, even a glass of juice was drunk in half. Is able to smile very happily.
I don't know since when, maybe they grew up, maybe they changed, the money they spent, the women who didn't just play with them, these changed no longer meaningful, and their friendship began to deteriorate.
Then, the card saw Eve's voice and smiled sweetly at him. The smile was like a clear stream, warm and comfortable.
Almost everyone present was immersed in the dreamlike music, in which they could find their own memories, those happy, warm memories.
Zhu Lina walked into An Yang while playing the flute, whispering in a soft voice, "If you are tired, take a break."
"Take a rest." An Yang still closed his eyes and nodded in response to Julina's voice.
"Then give up." Zhu Lina continued slowly.
"Acknowledge-don't admit defeat! Never admit defeat!" An Yang suddenly opened his eyes and surprised Zhu Lina, "You, what do you—"
"Do you want to ask me why I'm okay?"
"Why do others fall into my musical dream, but you didn't—"
"No, no, I'm also hit, but people can't always think about the good. If anything is always good, then a small setback will be enough to crush you. I have my beliefs, so, I will not be controlled by your music. Once people's beliefs are firm, nothing can be shaken. For example, I must win the championship."
Zhu Lina's plain eyes finally showed a trace of fluctuations, looking at the man with a warm smile in front of her, and finally sighed inaudibly.
"You cling to me, you won."
"I am not attached to you, but attached to myself, so I won."
Zhu Lina put the flute away, the music disappeared, everyone returned to normal, she gently lifted her long skirt and stepped down, no one would know what happened.
Thank you for making me firmer in my faith. An Yang looked at Julina's back and murmured.