Two days later, Jiuwen Museum in Hexi City.

This is a venue specially built for the "Martial Holy War". It has a history of several decades. It has been renovated and renovated a few days ago, increasing the number of spectator seats around it and adding a layer of protection to the original one.

The bluestone-paved arena is more than three hundred meters long and wide. It is often seriously damaged and needs to be repaired. There are no mottled marks. Only at the "exit" of the warrior passage on the left is a stone tablet, which contains the original call for the establishment of a profession.

Mr. Lin’s calligraphy of Sai’s Lin Zhongxun:

"The Saint of Martial Arts"!

When the "Martial Holy War" entered the top 32 stage, and when the number of single-round games was reduced to the point where no additional venue was needed, all games returned here, back to night!

As the last of the eight games on the first day, Lou Cheng didn't pay much attention to the previous battles. He went through the gains and thoughts from watching Feng Zhi's video over and over again in his mind, sometimes reviewing, sometimes deliberating, focusing and serious.

When the penultimate game started, he stopped all this to let his mind relax and not be too tense.

His eyes stayed on the big screen in the lounge. He saw that Peng Leyun was suppressed by "Qilin" Dong Ba. He was always passive. He tried his best to fight back several times, or used his body skills to maneuver around. He was like a few waves in the rolling river.

fleeting.

"As expected of the 'top three in the world'..." Lou Cheng muttered to himself silently with a half-smile and half-generous expression.

If it were me, if I were in the current situation of the "Taoist", I wouldn't be able to do better than him!

While admiring the battle, he picked up his mobile phone and flipped through the news, then "tremblingly" sent the title and link to Yan Zheke:

"Battle of Trials"!

"If you want to stand on the final stage, you can't just talk!"

"Lou Cheng's test is coming!"

"If it's a first-rate one, just get through it!"

…

Yan Zheke quickly responded, "turning the table over" and said:

"Are you looking for excitement by watching this? I couldn't bear to tell you before!"

She was afraid that this would disturb Lou Cheng's state of mind.

Lou Cheng "snickered" and said, "It's just for excitement, to add a bit of a desperate feeling!"

"That's okay..." The girl was stunned.

She thought of the matter of pure intention and roughly understood the reason. She did not ask any more questions and instead cheered:

"Don't just risk your life to survive, you must strategically despise your opponent, feel that he is inferior to you, and have the belief that you will win!"

"Except for his hair, I really can't think of anything about him that's worse than me..." Lou Cheng deliberately joked.

"Who said that!" Yan Zheke said angrily, "You have a wife, but he doesn't!"

"...That makes sense!" Lou Cheng almost laughed out loud, then remembered a certain piece of gossip, so he enthusiastically shared it with Ke Xiaoke, "I heard Empress Luo mention something yesterday, saying that Feng Zhi was still the ninth grader.

At the meeting, for the first time, I went out with a few gangsters from the same school to fool around, found a shady club, and yelled about it. In the end, someone else took away a girl, and he took away Mamasang."

When this happened, no one knew that Feng Zhi would eventually become a super strong man. His friends did not try to hide it for him. Instead, they treated it as a joke and spread it. From then on, his special preferences were revealed.

As the strength increases step by step, it spreads wider and wider.

Yan Zheke said with shame: "You can't tell from his appearance... Really, you can't tell a person by his appearance!"

Feng Zhi has a simple and honest appearance, a simple temperament, and a premature baldness in his youth. He looks like an old farmer who cleared wasteland and planted trees on Kongtong Mountain.

While chatting, the competition between Peng Leyun and Dong Baxian came to an end. Although the former struggled to come back from the edge of failure time and time again, which was impressive, he still failed to create a miracle in the end.

Poor "Taoist"... After Lou Cheng lamented the other party's luck, he said to Yan Zheke:

"I'm going to adjust my condition and make final preparations."

"Yeah, come on!" the girl replied immediately, then bit her lip and added, "If you can achieve your goal this time, I, I will take one day, take one day, emmmm, I will listen to you in everything!"

Lou Cheng seemed to be able to picture the expression and appearance of the little fairy at this moment in his mind. He thought for a few seconds with the corner of his mouth raised unconsciously, and half-jokingly responded with a "snorting" expression:

"If I lose, it must be because this cheering makes me unable to calm down..."

"Is it my fault?" Yan Zheke was angry and funny.

The young couple didn't talk much. Lou Cheng put down his phone, closed his eyes, let his thoughts slowly settle, and formed an ice heart, adjusting his body condition bit by bit.

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In a lounge on the other side, Feng Zhi stood in front of the mirror, holding hairspray, applying the remaining hair and arranging it to the most suitable position.

When doing this, his eyes were focused and his expression was serious, just like the ancient swordsman who always burns incense, fasts, bathes and cleans his clothes before dueling with others.

Be loyal to the sword and pay attention to the enemy!

After doing all this, Feng Zhi flicked on his off-white martial arts uniform, straightened his back suddenly, and slowly walked towards the long table where the "Quitian Sword" was laid flat.

He stretched out his right palm, grasped the sheath, and picked it up solemnly. Suddenly there was a gentle breeze around him. He turned around, looked at the door, and walked over step by step.

…………

Fifteen minutes later, the eighth game of 32 to 16 began. At both ends of the clear "road" illuminated by the lights, Lou Cheng, dressed in navy blue, and Feng Zhi, with a slightly swaying white robe, appeared almost at the same time.

They restrained their momentum, looked at each other calmly, and walked forward as usual in the field where the bluestone had been urgently replaced and repaired, and arrived at the predetermined positions on both sides of the referee.

Without further ado, "conversation time" begins.

Feng Zhi raised his left hand holding the scabbard and saluted. His movements were flawless. It seemed that for him, drawing a sword in a competition was a sacred matter.

When the other party returned the courtesy, he remained silent and did not speak, as if he was clumsy with words, but Lou Cheng knew very well that in private situations, Feng Zhi was quick-thinking and good at communicating.

He didn't say anything just because he didn't respect the sword!

All mental confrontations and verbal stimulation are disrespectful to the sword!

Lou Cheng had no intention of irritating his enemies with his dark history, and perhaps Feng Zhi was proud of it. He also remained silent, with a hidden momentum, allowing the red, lavender and other flames to condense out in balance and circle around.

Three minutes later, the referee who had retreated to the edge raised his right hand and waved it down suddenly:

"start!"

Zheng!

The sound of gold and iron clashing across the clear sky echoed for a long time. Feng Zhi pulled out a long sword that looked like a pool of autumn water and slashed forward twice, as if he was drawing a cross on a white paper in the void!

With two whooshing sounds, a cyan crescent moon as thin as a cicada's wing and highly condensed appeared, one behind the other, crisscrossed and layered with tearing airflow.

Lou Cheng did not dodge, but the golden fireball spun behind him and blasted out.

The crescent-like sword light approached, dividing it into four equal parts like a real sharp weapon, penetrating through by itself, and its power was only slightly reduced.

At this moment, the golden fireball suddenly lost its balance in advance and exploded on the spot. The wave swallowed the sword light inside, as if it was still under control.

After trying his hand, Feng Zhi kicked off his feet and rushed towards his opponent with a roar. The long sword in his hand slashed or slashed, triggering "blue crescents" that were as fast as thunder, making the air light criss-cross in the air.

Lou Cheng turned around and stepped forward, swaying in the strong wind, dodging or blocking, avoiding or striking, all in a steady and orderly manner, without any hesitation.

In this green crescent, there was a sudden flash of light, and Feng Zhi's long sword came suddenly, leaving behind a dragon-shaped hurricane of dust and the sound of hot pursuit.

Lou Cheng had a premonition, he had already shaken out his arm, and struck the "Quitian Sword" diagonally. The "five fires" behind him rotated faster, seeming to condense.

But in the end, he resisted the urge to complete the victory in one battle. He believed that Feng Zhi, as a super strong man, could not leave such a big flaw and fight "Five Fires and Nine Revolutions. The Great Sun is Coming".

His sword must have a backhand, in order to stimulate me to condense the "Five Fires"... In a flash of thought, Lou Cheng stabilized his balance and poured all the ice energy in his body into his fist, intending to use "ice"

Hou Zhi sighed and blocked the long sword.

Seeing that the two were about to collide, the sword light suddenly dispersed and turned into a violent wind sweeping the surrounding area. Feng Zhi's figure was hidden in it, making it difficult to find.

The third form of "Wind Part", "Rootless Duckweed"!

This is both a unique skill to relieve force and a secret method to avoid it!

Woo! The sound of wind filled his ears, and his face was cut like a knife. Lou Cheng's eyebrows suddenly jumped, he pulled his shoulder violently, turned his right fist into a claw, and held it in front of his face.

In the strong wind, a piece of flickering metal light wrapped around a small cyan sword tip came out silently, pointing towards his forehead, but under the prejudgment, it was like falling into a trap.

Bang! Lou Cheng's five green-black fingers scratched through the tiny green ring surrounding the tip of his opponent's sword.

This green color is the wind transformed by the strong force, maintaining the balance of the long sword. As soon as they collapsed, the tip of the sword immediately trembled and was pushed to slightly change its direction. It pressed against the back of Lou Cheng's hand and stabbed him in the face. It was cold.

The cold feeling made goose bumps appear instantly.

"The Sword of Uncertainty"!

The swordsmanship performed by the powerful men of the Kongtong Academy based on the "Fengbu" is said to be unpredictable!

The essence of this sword technique is that the "wind force" attached is not to hurt people, but to surround the sword body and maintain balance. Once it comes into contact with people and a strong external force joins in, the "wind force" will immediately become unbalanced, and the sword will become

Toward, beyond the enemy's expectation.

As for where it will stab in the end, the user himself cannot tell before that, so it is called the "Uncertain Sword"!

It was like a poisonous snake swam across his skin, and Lou Cheng's hairs stood up. However, he did not rush to avoid the sword. He just turned his head, tensed his muscles, swung his knees, flew up with his left foot, and turned his calf into a whip.

Pull forward.

Bang!

He kicked the scabbard that came out of nowhere and stabbed his lower abdomen!

This is Feng Zhi’s real killer move!

Use the "Sword of Uncertainty" at the top to force the enemy into panic, hold the sheath at the bottom and deliver a fatal blow!

When the other party understands and is prepared to deal with it in advance, it can turn fiction into reality, reality into fiction, and let the "Sword of Uncertainty" become the main attack!
To be continued...