The entire sword fighting competition has finally come to the final step, and the hard work of so many days is finally coming to an end.

In the afternoon, it was the semi-finals between Xia Feng and Tailin, in a sense, it also belonged to him alone, the final.

....

The game was held at 2 o'clock in the afternoon, which was a break specially left by the organizers for the sake of fairness, and he was not injured in the last game with Brother Zhuzi, which was enough for him to recover his strength.

At noon, Xia Feng didn't go to the restaurant for lunch, he kept sitting in the rest area, thinking seriously.

What does it take for him to win against Tyrin?

To be reasonable, no matter in terms of swordsmanship level, actual combat experience, move expertise, and identity background, he is a notch behind Tailin, and the most hateful thing is that his company commander is not handsome.

If this is a blind date meeting, then he will definitely lose, and if it is a sword competition, the result will not be much better.

He has only learned the introductory move of sad autumn and rain, this kind of knife technique is not too tricky, mainly with high-precision fast, accurate, and stable, so that the opponent can't react.

To deal with a master of the average level, this trick must be considered simple and rude, but the limit of this level is until the pillar brother, and the masters above are not so easy to use.

Tailin is the younger brother of the [Imperial Sword] Tylegre Commander, which means that Tailin also flows with the blood of the Roland family, talent aside, just the training he has experienced since he was a child, he is destined to be called a pervert.

"Well...."

Xia Feng touched his chin, and his eyebrows were wrung together worriedly.

Everyone at Black Feather has seen it all the way, and they also know that this game is definitely not optimistic.

Xiao Yunye stood behind Xia Feng and suggested loudly.

"Xia Feng, your opponent is good at jumping out of the air, if you want to win, you have to suppress his jump, if you are brought into his offensive rhythm, you will always be passive."

Xiao Ye said that he understood, just like the previous match between Tailin and Pete, from the time Tailin showed that kind of volley swordsmanship, until the end, Pete did not turn over.

"Xiao Ye, how can I suppress it?"

Xiao Yunye wanted to speak again and again, and finally could only sigh.

"The Twelve Sword Skills of Qingyunmen have special restraint moves, but unfortunately I couldn't teach you the limited time before."

There is mutual restraint in moves, but this restraint is not the key to victory, to put it bluntly, moves are dead, people are alive, even if Xiao Ye taught him at the beginning, he may not be able to suppress Tailin if he is not proficient in learning.

"Master Xiao, it's okay, I'll find a way."

At this time, Red Knife sat next to him and said.

"I have a solution."

Xia Feng turned his head to look at him.

"What's the solution?"

Red Knife lowered his voice.

"In my experience, you are no match for Tailin at all, if you want to win, you can only let me come, and I will pretend to be you on the field for you."

Xia Feng raised his eyebrows a little uncertainly.

"Can you beat Tyrin?"

"I'm not 100% sure, but his volley sword technique doesn't seem to me to be powerful at all."

Think about it a little, the method of the red knife is simply full of loopholes, the audience and the referee are not blind, not to mention whether it will be discovered, if the red knife is on, the identity of the infected person may be exposed in the process, after all, the knife technique of the red knife is integrated with the source stone technique.

"No, I'll have to do it myself."

....

A noon thought didn't come up with any way, of course, this is not a math problem, it is to rely on strength to speak, in a real master duel, it is too difficult to take advantage of loopholes.

But it can't be helped, everything that can be done has already been done, and everyone at Black Feather helped him clear his opponent along the way, and Franca was injured for it.

If you really can't beat it, then you can only give up this championship, and it's a big deal not to be this nobleman.

Although he will be a little unwilling, but after all, if he can't beat it, he can't beat it, of course, it's not that Xia Feng is pessimistic, at this time, he can only calm down.

It's normal to lose, but what if you win.

....

2 p.m.

The game started on time.

Although yesterday's tragic death in the ring** caused a shadow in the hearts of the audience, in order to watch Tailin's game, the atmosphere in the afternoon was still very hot, after all, it was the younger brother of [Imperial Sword].

Before taking the stage, Xia Feng made a strange request to Xiao Yunye.

"Master Xiao, can you lend me your sword?"

Xiao Ye was a little puzzled.

"My sword, my sword is nothing special, and the length and weight are different from your sword, you may not get used to it."

"It's okay."

Since Xia Feng said it, Xiao Yunye naturally would not refuse his request.

"Okay, take it."

The Shenyue Sword was left in Xiao Ye's hands, and Xia Feng took the Qingyun Sword and stepped into the ring.

....

In the ring, Tai Lin stood up early, and Xia Feng glanced at him after coming on stage.

Tyrin's appearance is seven points similar to that of his brother, with handsome angular features and a standard tight-fitting combat suit.

This guy's appearance gives people a sense of uprightness, rigor and seriousness, but his eyes are not as sharp as his brother, Xia Feng can see from the previous Pete kind of game, Tailin This guy is black.

After Xia Feng stood still, Tai Lin glanced at the sword in his hand and said in a calm voice.

"Didn't you use a knife before, what, are you hiding your strength? Actually, you're better at using a sword? ”

Xia Feng moved his body.

"I don't have too much research on swords, and it's the same with swords."

"Huh."

Tailin snorted lightly, although not too obviously, but there was already a flash of contempt in his eyes.

Of course, Tailin does have contemptuous capital, in the eyes of the audience, in the eyes of the organizers, and even in the eyes of Xia Feng himself, Tailin's chances of winning this game are at least 8 percent.

Because it has been detailed before, after the two were ready, Marenleg didn't talk too much nonsense, and the referee got the signal and raised his hand directly.

"Boom!"

The gong sounded, and the only semi-final of this sword competition began!

......

After the start of the match, Xia Feng cautiously raised his long sword, he knew that Tailin's offensive would be like a storm as soon as it started, so he had to withstand the pressure.

Xia Feng was ready for battle, but for some reason, Tailin on the opposite side did not move.

Tai Lin looked into Xia Feng's eyes and said in a voice that could only be heard by the two of them.

"Don't worry, this competition is too boring, I'm tired of performing for these stupid audiences, so let's do it, before it starts, I can give you a chance to admit defeat, don't make a sword, I can allow you to admit defeat directly."

Hearing Tailin's words, Xia Feng narrowed his eyes.

"Did you get kicked in the head by a donkey? Why should I throw in the towel without a fight? ”

Xia Feng replied as if in Tailin's expectation, and he raised the corners of his mouth, his expression revealing a hint of playfulness.

"Your name is Xia Feng, right, in fact, I know who you are, I only said once, as long as you play the sword, there is no chance to admit defeat."