Dodging a round of stormy attacks, a touch of sweat oozed from Luo Feng's forehead, this Liu Zhi is more difficult to deal with than that Zhao Yu in the previous round, although they are all at the peak of the Xuan level, the wisdom is different, and the strength will be very different.

Liu Zhi stood quietly on the side of the ring, looking at Luo Feng, his eyes narrowed, and he was secretly calculating in his heart.

Thirty-six three-leaf darts, using the lightning attack technique of the rainstorm pear flower needle, and deliberately exposed a flaw to lure this kid to pursue, but I didn't expect this kid to be better than a monkey, and he was not fooled at all, and they all dodged.

This kid is not simple, no wonder the junior brother was defeated at his hands.

In the ring, the two figures staggered several times, and colorful darts flew in the air, fighting inextricably.

Ye Feng has been paying attention to Luo Feng, and he has found an advantage from Luo Feng, and it is this advantage that made Luo Feng go to the third round and fight in the ring, that is, perseverance.

No matter how Liu Zhi tempted and attacked, Luo Feng always used a shield to protect himself, never rashly attacked, and was cautious at every step, a young man has such a resolute heart, only the army can grind such a heart.

Liu Zhi became more and more anxious, the three-leaf dart in his dart bag was gradually decreasing, he felt that fighting with Luo Feng had a feeling of being targeted by a fierce beast, the enemy advanced and I retreated, the enemy retreated and I advanced, strictly guarded, stalked, and beat himself more and more impatiently, while Luo Feng became 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 didn't refute, he was confident that Luo Feng would be able to defeat the Xuan-level masters of various sects, but he was not confident that he could beat the Xuan-level masters trained by Ye Feng.

Du Zhong had the same opinion as Nie Qingwu, and said with a faint smile: "We are very happy that he can get the ranking." ”

As soon as Du Zhong's voice fell, the situation in the ring suddenly took a sharp turn.

Whoosh, countless three-leaf darts flew all over the sky, covering the entire ring from all directions, and even surrounded Luo Feng like a silkworm chrysalis.

Liu Zhi showed a sly smile, he knocked out all the three-leaf darts in his body, and if he wanted to break the net, either you would die or I would die.

Being surrounded by the three-leaf dart on all sides is basically dead, and no one can survive his Rainstorm Pear Blossom Lightning.

But from the butterflies in the sky, there was a jingling sound, like the murmuring of flowing water, and like the sound of broken jade falling on the plate, endlessly.

Every time it sounded, 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 own three-leaf dart being shot down.

The sound of coming and going, all of them was the sound of his own three-lobe being shot down.

He became more and more frightened in his heart, how could it be possible to survive surrounded by his own three-leaf darts.

A sword light burst out violently, and the sword qi full of sky slashed countless three-leaf darts into two, and 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 as hard as he could, avoiding the shining sword light, but one of his left hands fell silently on the ring, and blood gushed wildly from the broken arm.

Liu Zhi held the big wound of the bowl with his hand, his face was pale and shaky, and the disciples of Taiyi Sect under the ring hurriedly rushed up, stopped the bleeding for Liu Zhi, and helped him out of the ring.

That sharp white light was Luo Feng's half-moon scimitar, which could actually fly out of his hand, drew a strange arc in mid-air, cut off Liu Zhi's arm, and flew back into the middle.

Ye Feng looked at it vigorously, this style of whirling slash was really wonderful, like flowing clouds and water, without the slightest bit of mud and water, it was done in one go, it was comparable to his own flying sword.

Of course, it can only be comparable, the flying sword is a sword at will, any flying, and the half-moon scimitar, just according to its whirling principle, has a certain flying route.

When the sword light disappeared, the blood fell into the dust, and Luo Feng stood in the ring with his head held high with a victorious smile, the audience erupted in warm applause.

In the ancient martial arts world, the weak eat the strong, worship the strong, despise the weak, and stand on the stage as a strong man, it will win everyone's applause and applause.

Yue Zhuoqun, the master of Taiyi Sect, was about to fall in his eyes, he didn't think that the disciple of the sect, who had the most hope of winning the championship, actually lost, and one of his arms was cut off, what a fiasco.

Elder Lu announced helplessly: "Luo Fengsheng and enter the next round." ”

Luo Feng walked out of the ring easily, Ye Feng's eyes were like torches, and he saw that Luo Feng's blue soft armor was covered with dense traces, and then he understood that the reason why Luo Feng escaped from the trap surrounded by Liu Zhi's darts in the sky was that this blue armor protected him.

"Brother Du, won't this armor of his also be a treasure, right?"

A smug smile flashed on Du Zhong's face: "You really have a vision, and this armor is also a treasure." In modern society, if you don't have sophisticated weapons and equipment, wouldn't it be a great disadvantage to come out and fight?"

Ye Feng nodded in agreement, and looked at Luo Feng suspiciously: "It's not easy for an ordinary ancient martial artist to have a treasure, this kid is full of treasures, he is really an ordinary policeman?"

Du Zhong smiled: "Are you just an ordinary village doctor?"

The two laughed tacitly, and Yue Zhuoqun next to him glanced at this side with an angry face: "Don't laugh too early, the game is not completely over yet." ”

Ye Feng pouted: "It's over for us, I dare to say that your disciple will still lose in the next battle, and the ultimate winner of the Xuan level is our Jiang Yixue." ”

Knowing that it was no good to have a verbal battle with Ye Feng, Yue Zhuoqun threw off his sleeves and left the rostrum, striding towards the No. 2 ring, he was no longer in the mood to sit on the rostrum and watch the battle.

There is also a disciple Zhou Taiyin in the ring, if he loses again, it is a small matter if he doesn't get the championship, and it is a big matter to lose face.

The competition in the No. 2 ring is about to begin, and Zhou Taiyin of Taiyi Gate is wearing a Confucian robe, with his hair in a high bun, and a cyan jade flute in his hand.

Looking at it, Zhou Taiyin is also a handsome guy, young and handsome, but there is a little more gloom between his eyebrows, and his expression is delicate, without the manhood of Luo Feng.

Ye Feng and Du Zhong glanced at each other, smiled and said nothing, it is true that there must be a teacher and a disciple, the sect master is gloomy and compassionate, and of course the disciples below are not much better.

Ge Ming, a disciple of Fang Cun Mountain, slowly stepped into the ring, in his thirties, with slightly dark skin and a calm expression.

He didn't bring any weapons, his hands were clasped in front of his chest, and his fists were twice as big as ordinary people, and it was obvious that this was a master of fists.

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