C217 Broken knife

Not long after, a spectacular battle also broke out in the first group.

"Haha …" This year's battle with the Sky Wind Hidden Dragon Rank was really worth it.

"This match, Yu Weirong against Long Xufei, I wonder who will be stronger?"

"Yeah, these two are dark horses that have only recently emerged from the ranks of this year's Sky Wind Hidden Dragon Rank. They are both very strong, and if they do not meet each other now, entering the top ten is as good as pinning a nail to the board."

"Unfortunately, there's only one person who can keep his name, Sky Wind Hidden Dragon Rank."

Amidst the dense crowd, some people shook their heads in excitement.

He was excited because he had just ended Zhan Tianming's and Leng Jiang's exciting competition, and was about to face another exciting match.

The one who shook his head was one of the people between Yu Weirong and Long Xufei.

This made everyone sigh in their hearts.

Sometimes, luck was also a part of one's strength.

If his luck was bad, he could only regretfully leave.

Zhan Tianming raised his eyes and looked over.

Yu Weirong, who was wearing a jade cloud and a purple crown on his head, and dressed in a luxurious robe like that of Feiyun, was standing on the stage.

For the first time, his expression was one of seriousness.

In front of him, his white robes fluttered lightly in the wind, and he stood tall and straight. He held a clear sword in his hand, and he exuded a cold and distant aura of flowing water, like the gurgling of a river.

This feeling was very strange, and it was very different from the domineering aura on Yu Weirong's body.

Although the match had already begun, neither of them moved.

A chilling battle intent continuously rose from the two of them.

"Hey, are you guys going to fight or not?"

"Yeah, stop dawdling."

"Damn!" "I'll have to wait until I'm tired of fighting. If I don't fight, I'll be watching the other rings."

"F * ck, you two must be joking with us, right?"

"F * ck, can't you still have some fun?" You guys should hurry up and fight. "

Some of the anxious Martial Cultivator below the stage were already in a rush, while the patient ones were extremely quiet. Some of the anticipation in their hearts not only wasn't reduced because of the two of them being too slow to take action, it had instead become even more intense.

Zhan Tianming had already seen the strength of these two people.

Yu Weirong, Seven-star Martial Spirit.

Long Xufei, Seven-star Martial Spirit.

However, both of them were definitely powerful enough to fight against Nine-star Martial Spirit s.

There was no doubt about that.

After an incense stick of time.

Finally, there was movement between the two of them.

Yu Weirong slowly unsheathed his saber from its sheath.

One Inch...

Two Inches...

Three Inches...

The cold saber lights continued to shoot out.

"Hmm?"

Suddenly, everyone was shocked as they stared at the blade in Yu Weirong's hand.

Why is it a broken blade?

This was Yu Weirong's first time drawing his sabre. In previous competitions, he had used his sabre to defeat all his opponents. Thus, no one knew that the sabre in his scabbard was actually a broken sabre.

Long Xufei also unsheathed the Clear Water Sword from its scabbard.

Clank, clank …

The long sword was drawn out of the scabbard and immediately sent out waves of peculiar sword qi.

The battle intent on the two of them was about to explode out.

"Falling Waterfall Slash!"

Yu Weirong waved the broken blade in his hand, and the metal attribute Genuine Essence condensed on top of the broken blade, turning into an even sharper and more overbearing light golden blade shadow and slashed out through the air.

Long Xufei's pupils contracted.

Clang!

The Clear Water Sword in his hand shook slightly, and the strange sword Qi that was like water ripples immediately burst out.

"Mighty Autumn Water Mountain Stream, One Reed Crossing the Clear River!"

Swish!

The moment the sword qi appeared, it was like a reed floating on a clear river, accompanied by the sound of autumn water splashing. It seemed light and light, yet strangely congealed in front of the sharp and majestic light golden blade shadow.

Clang!

In an instant, Yu Wei Rong and Long Xufei's figures flashed past each other, their positions swapping, their backs facing each other.

One person maintained the posture of chopping out with a broken blade.

One of them maintained a straight stab with his sword.

The entire ring seemed to have quieted down without even the slightest bit of wind.

A moment later.

Yu Weirong slowly put the broken blade back into the scabbard and walked down the arena.

"Yu Weirong won?"

"I don't know, but it should be, it might be, right?"

"…"

Just as people were guessing in their minds, Long Xufei who was standing motionlessly on the stage slowly put the Clear Water Sword back into its sheath.

Seeing this, everyone was suddenly stunned.

Long Xufei is fine?

Then why did Yu Weirong walk down the stage by himself?

Could it be that Yu Weilong lost?

"Tsk, not interesting at all." A Martial Cultivator could not help but complain.

"Yeah, we didn't even know who won or lost. Yu Weirong just walked off the stage by himself. What is this? Are you trying to tease us? "

"Damn!" It ended in a single move. What is that thing? "

Many Martial Cultivator could not help but complain.

However, some Martial Cultivator with sharp eyes were reflecting on their previous attack.

An attack that passed instantly.

However, it contained power that caused the hearts of many Martial Cultivator s to tremble.

"Expert!" This is what a true expert is like! "

"What a powerful move!"

"Is it that powerful? Why didn't I see it? You guys couldn't be intentionally faking it, right? "

"Idiot, don't you know how to look at Yu Weirong's neck?"

"Neck? What happened to his neck? "

Very quickly, the gazes of many Martial Cultivator s landed on the neck of the walking Yu Weirong, only to see a shallow bloody wound, but it was obviously not fatal, and Martial Cultivator with his sharp eyes noticed that Long Xufei, who was on the stage, had a small corner cut off from his sleeve.

In this battle, the strength of the two of them were on par with each other. If they were to fight to the death, it was unknown who would win and who would lose.

However, Yu Chuangrong had walked down the stage and had lost.

"Long Xufei wins!" The referee announced.

As soon as the first group ended their duels, the second group also began their eye-catching duels.

Ma Jiahui said to Yan Hongchen.

As expected, these two did not disappoint the crowd. They each used their best techniques, fighting to the point where it was difficult to separate them from each other. They were evenly matched. All sorts of killing moves were released, the powerful qi s moved about unhindered, the Genuine Essence s flew about, their figures flashed continuously, the sounds of impact kept on coming out, causing everyone's blood to boil, they were unable to control themselves.

"Wolf Mother's Critical Strike!"

Yan Hongchen let out a light shout, and that figure instantly turned into dozens of afterimages as it fiercely pounced towards Ma Jiahui one after another.

Just as they pounced towards Ma Jiahui's side, the afterimages all exploded.

Bang Bang Bang...

The exploding powerful qi flew everywhere, Ma Jiahui seemed to be in a difficult situation.

So powerful!" Yan Hongchen was indeed worthy of being called a dark horse, and was indeed a bit stronger than Ma Jiahui. Look, that Ma Jiahui is almost completely suppressed by Yan Hongchen. "I reckon that in less than a hundred moves, he will lose without a doubt.

"That's right, if this continues, Ma Jiahui won't have a chance to turn the tables again."

"That may not be true, what if Ma Jiahui still has more powerful cards up his sleeves? There might even be a chance to make a comeback. "

"How laughable, if Ma Jiahui can hide his trump card, can't Yan Hongchen?"

The discussions buzzed and buzzed.

Looking at the battle, Zhan Tianming could not help but shake his head.

"It seems that there is no doubt about the outcome."