Using a big sword as a weapon, the attack moves are not complicated, and almost every move is straight forward. WWw.QUaNbEn-xIAoShUO.COm However, just a few simple moves can show the strength and beauty of a warrior, and are followed by most warriors on the ancient continent.
To sum up the characteristics of the great sword in one word, that is: domineering.
As a star-level swordsman, Basten was so sure of the sword in his hand that it was as if the sword was part of his body. It did not reveal the shortcomings of the sword at all - it was bulky, but at a very weird angle, he quickly and easily moved it. Close to Kenyon.
In Ling Feng's view, the oval arc drawn by Basten's sword was like the Japanese sword move he had seen before, but it only added more power and looked a little weird.
Kenyon's eyes couldn't help but light up when he looked at Basten. The big sword in his hand struck directly at Basten's sword in almost the same way. With a sound of "dang--", the two swords intersected, emitting a burst of dazzling brilliance. Basten's red fighting spirit dimmed slightly; Kenyon's purple fighting spirit suddenly exploded and overshadowed the red light.
When the two of them passed each other, Basten clearly felt that his hands were shaking.
"This is the difference between the ninth-level warrior and the Yasheng." George explained to Montero, "Whether it is strength or the control of weapons, the ninth-level warrior is far behind the Yasheng after all, even if Basten is out of the game. The timing of the moves and the momentum are all in a favorable position, but in the face of absolute power, all the moves are vain."
"Does that mean Basten is destined to lose?" Montero asked, glancing at Ling Feng.
"We're going to lose." George decided calmly. Even though Basten's moves are a bit strange, in the eyes of George, who is one level above him, Basten's moves are not very threatening. Unless Basten is also promoted to Yasheng, then the advantage of the moves will be will show up.
Presumably, Kenyon, who is also a sub-saint, can also see this.
Sure enough, in the subsequent competition, no matter how Basten's sword moves changed. Kenyon always used silence, forcing Basten to test the depth of his fighting spirit with every move. Within a few moves, Basten's speed and the consistency of his moves were affected.
At this time, it was only a matter of time before Basten was defeated.
"Alas -" Olmos looked at Basten's sword moves, frowned and sighed. There was a hint of tears in his eyes, especially when I saw Basten's perseverance and perseverance on stage, I felt a lot of emotion in my heart.
Ling Feng felt that Olmos's expression was a little strange. Even if Basten fails. Defeat at the hands of a sub-sage is not unacceptable, right
"Teacher, this reminds me of Basten's past." Rijkaard looked at Ling Feng's confused expression and explained.
"Oh!" Ling Feng responded with some vague understanding.
Look at Basten again. Still stubbornly attacking Kenyon in his own way. In Ling Feng's eyes, such an attack seemed a bit futile. The spirit is commendable, but it doesn't have much substantive meaning. So, he gestured to Montero: "In this round, we admit defeat."
When Basten got off the stage, he didn't have the decadence of defeat on his face. Instead, there was a trace of thought.
"Do you feel that you lost in strength in the competition with Kenyon?" Ling Feng asked intentionally or unintentionally.
Basten looked at Ling Feng in shock.
"There's nothing surprising." Ling Feng smiled calmly, then looked around and said, "I'm afraid everyone here thinks so, right?"
Before Basten could answer, Gullit said first: "It is normal for the ninth-level strength to lose to the Yasheng." And Rijkaard and others. Including the five girls, they all nodded when they heard this. I was afraid that Basten would be embarrassed. If it weren't for the fact that he was facing Ya Sheng. Basten is in the middle of the ninth level. But there are those who have a glorious record of defeating the ninth level peak warrior.
"If you think so yourself, then you will never be able to surpass the ninth level." Ling Feng said lightly. Then, he looked towards the third prince. The third prince was looking over proudly, with a rather provocative look in his eyes. Behind the third prince, there were Qiao Darcy and others, with bright smiles on their faces.
"What do you mean?" After hearing Ling Feng's words, Basten's eyes lit up for a while, especially Ling Feng's indifferent temperament, which gave a strong hint to Basten who had just competed with Ya Sheng. Could it be that Ling Feng's strength is already that of a sub-sage? However, is there such a young Asia Saint on the mainland
A beautiful figure suddenly flashed in Basten's mind, also young, dressed in green and black, walking in the snow.
"Haha, it's not interesting." Ling Feng ignored the third prince.
, but said to Basten, "Your sword moves in the past should not be what you are doing now. Seeing Basten, Olmos and others nodding, Lingfeng continued: "I guess, your initial move At this time, the sword used should not be a two-handed sword, but a one-handed sword. I don’t know why I gave up the one-handed sword in the middle and switched to the two-handed sword. "
"How do you know?" Not only Basten was curious, but Olmos and several other people who knew Basten also looked at Ling Feng curiously after hearing this. Wanqi Mingyao, one of the five girls, even blurted out with an 'Ah'. There was a hint of disbelief in his eyes.
"It can be seen from the moves you competed with," Ling Feng said. In the World of Warcraft Forest, Ling Feng didn't pay much attention to Basten's sword moves. That was because at that time, there was another person who deserved Ling Feng's attention more than Basten, Simon.
Simon's sword moves are very similar to those of a one-handed sword, which is more elegant and agile. This is relatively close to Ling Feng's own Luoying swordsmanship. After wandering around the continent for two or three months, Ling Feng discovered that the sword moves here were completely represented by roughness and strength. Simon's sword moves can only be said to be an anomaly.
Now that I see Basten's moves again, I feel inspired. After all, Basten's sword moves are quite weird to those who use a two-handed sword; to Ling Feng, who uses a one-handed sword, they look a bit different.
"Can the second round begin?" At this time, Montero came over and asked Ling Feng.
"Well, let's get started." Ling Feng nodded.
"The Third Prince hopes that you will appear first in this second game," Montero said.
"Oh?" Lingfeng heard this, looked at the third prince who was quite proud on the other side, and thought to himself: It's not bad, you know to let us appear first.
On Ling Feng's side, Ling Feng's apparent strength is naturally the highest after adding white and black. If Ling Feng plays in this round, then the Third Prince, who has already won the first round, will admit defeat in this round. In the third round, their other Ya Sheng cannot be defeated by anyone on Ling Feng's side. Cope with that.
And if Lingfeng waits until the third game to play, then they send Yasheng to play in the second game, which is a sure-win situation.
As long as Ya Sheng and Ling Feng are staggered in the remaining two games, the third prince will basically be sure of victory.
Is that Ya Sheng? A smile appeared at the corner of Ling Feng's mouth, and he said to Ling Ling: "Ling'er, come here, let me hug you." Ling Ling flew into Ling Feng's arms like a little bird, watching Wan Qiming next to her. The Yao girls looked jealous. They tried many ways, but none of them succeeded.
"Ling'er, can you handle this one?" Ling Feng asked in a low voice.
"Okay, okay." Ling Ling shouted happily, "I'll go up and beat him flat."
"Well, there's no need to beat him down, just knock him off the stage." Ling Feng said.
"Is there really no need to beat him flat?" Ling Ling pouted, a little unhappy. Todoroki stepped off the stage. It wasn't just a matter of two or three. Why did he have to go up by himself? "Then let Xiao Hei go."
"Xiao Hei?" Ling Feng glanced at Hei Yu who was a little proud, and thought to himself, Hei Yu is as strong as Ya Sheng in total. Coupled with its superiority in the air, defeat will not happen, but victory may. Some trouble. "Okay, let Xiao Hei go. But you have to go on stage and watch Xiao Hei."
"Yeah. I'll direct Xiao Hei." Ling Ling nodded happily.
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"Well, are you really planning to let her play in the second round?" Montero watched as Ling Feng and Ling Ling decided on the candidate in just a few sentences, but he was not happy at all. It's not ridiculous to let a little girl like Ling Ling come on stage.
Gullit and the others were also very surprised. Cassano was even ready to fight on his own. After all, except for Ling Feng, the remaining three people are all at the eighth level of strength. And he still has the eighth-level Camus who can help. If Camus keeps flying in the air, and Cassano's magic attacks, even against Yasheng, there is no chance of winning.
The premise is that the opponent's only eighth-level flying monster is not the Yasheng's monster pet that has not yet appeared.
However, Ling Feng's decision was too sudden.
"I object." Wanqi Mingyao suddenly said to Ling Feng, "No matter what happens, Ling Ling cannot be allowed to take risks. Is there anyone like you who is a brother?" (Quanben Novel Website www.QUaNbEn-xIAoShUO.com )