The game hasn't started yet, it's just the opening stage.
Xiaosheng was already thinking about the next game.
It is enough to show his confidence in his own strength.
Xiaoyao Pavilion, as the leader of the sect, has this kind of confidence.
Luo Tang pondered deeply.
"This situation in the Imperial Capital is probably going to be difficult... I just hope they can force more of Xiaoyao Pavilion's methods."
The opening introduction is over.
Both sides returned to the preparation table.
As Su Yichun shouted, the game officially began.
The first player from both sides quickly appeared
There is a huge gap in strength between Xiaoyao Pavilion disciples.
Except for Xiaosheng.
The other disciples are relatively average in strength.
The first three games ended one after another.
Song Wenfeng and the first disciple from Imperial Capital successfully won the victory.
In the two versus two match, Xiaoyao Pavilion won.
It's the fourth game's turn.
Yang Yunlong and Xiaosheng stepped onto the ring.
Luo Tang and others all hit the target.
This duel will be the highlight of the entire game!
"Whoosh!"
The silver-white spear brought out a blue sky.
Yang Yunlong immediately transformed into a spear and killed Xiaosheng.
During its flushing process.
An illusory figure wearing a blue robe then appeared.
It is Yang Yunlong’s imperial spirit, Yang Zizhen!
Yang Yunlong's family is one of the few that has the same surname as the family that signed the contract in the spiritual realm!
The azure blue came overwhelmingly, turning the air above the entire arena into ice.
Xiaosheng saw the figure approaching at great speed in front of him, his expression did not change.
A jasper folding fan appeared in his hand.
The next moment.
"Buzz!"
Space oscillates.
An illusory figure wearing a white robe and also holding a folding fan floated out.
Yuling, Yi Qiyi!
"The Yang family..."
Yi Qiyi felt the fluctuation in front of him, and his expression was indifferent.
Flip your wrist and the folding fan expands rapidly.
Then wave it forward slightly.
"Huhu~"
A powerful storm rises from the ground!
Xiaosheng and Yi Qiyi immediately raised a storm barrier more than twenty meters high.
Block the extremely fast blizzard ahead!
One green and one blue suddenly split the entire arena into two!
The movements of both sides collided in the middle field for a full five seconds, and then slowly subsided!
"So strong! Both sides are so strong!"
"This is the first collision, why does it feel like the entire protective formation is vibrating!"
"..."
When the surrounding audience saw what was going on, they were all surprised.
Since the referee has activated the defensive formation, he has obviously predicted the strength of both sides in advance.
But now, the power brought about by the attacks from both sides can make the entire defensive array shake.
This shows that the attack power or destructive power of both sides has exceeded the referee's estimate!
This is exactly what happened.
After Su Yichun noticed the situation on the field, he chose to reinforce the barrier immediately!
The power generated by the battle between the four figures in the field prevented the protective formations from continuing to tremble.
"Yang Yunlong is pretty good...but there is a big gap between him and his brother."
Li Yangbiao saw the situation in the field and said in a deep voice.
Lei Ziping nodded.
Although he did not participate in the competition last year, he watched the competition and knew Yang Qubing's strength.
"After all, he is a figure who can enter the top ten in the Battle of Kings in his freshman year...it is not that easy to surpass."
"On the other hand, that disciple of Xiaoyao Pavilion has the ability to catch up with Senior Yang."
The catch-up here refers to Yang Qubing two years ago.
Fei Kexin and his brother nodded vigorously.
Obviously they all agreed with Lei Ziping's statement.
However, at this time, Sikong Xing spoke.
"The ability to cure diseases is not the key to his strength...the key to his strength has always been his character."
"This disciple of Xiaoyao Pavilion is far inferior to him."
As soon as these words came out.
Lei Ziping and everyone else frowned and thought.
After thinking for a moment, no result could be obtained, but several people did not open their mouths to refute.
Because among them, who is the most qualified to evaluate Yang Qubing.
That must be Sikong Xing.
As the third place winner in the last Battle of Kings.
Sikong Xing is the only one among them who has ever fought against Yang Qubing!
"Character..."
Luo Tang sat aside and thought silently after hearing what Sikong Xing said.
Five minutes passed quickly.
From the perspective of outsiders, the two sides are still evenly matched.
But Luo Tang could see that Yang Yunlong was already at a slight disadvantage.
"Although Yang Yunlong's attack was swift and violent, it did not cause any substantial harm to Xiaosheng at all."
In the field, Yang Yunlong attacked and Xiaosheng defended.
The attacking party takes the initiative and consumes more spiritual energy than the defending party.
In such circumstances.
If the attacking party cannot defeat the opponent quickly, defeat will definitely be the only way to go later!
This is the situation on the field now!
Another two minutes passed.
The situation is still without any progress.
"If Yang Yunlong wants to win, he must injure Xiaosheng in the next minute."
Luo Tang concentrated on looking at the ring. He knew that the next minute would be the time to decide the winner.
Compared to Luotang watching.
Yang Yunlong, as a party involved, also gradually discovered this problem.
"What must be done must be put to an end...otherwise if I continue to waste it, I will definitely lose!"
Yang Yunlong's offensive continued unabated, and his expression became solemn and fierce.
After an attack,
A second attack was not launched quickly.
Instead, he held the gun forward with both hands.
A strong sense of coldness was released from his body.
The eyes are blue.
The blue ice crystals also gathered quickly, and the entire silver-white spear was immediately covered with a layer of ice crystals!
At this moment, Yang Yunlong seemed to have turned into an iceman without any temperature.
A bone-chilling chill spreads out from the whole body!
With Yang Yunlong as the center, a radius of tens of meters turned into a land of ice crystals!
See the changes in the field.
Everyone was shocked.
"What is that..."
"It's so cold! Why can I feel the coldness even though there are formations blocking it!"
"..."
The chill in the field has already penetrated the defensive formations and spread outside!
"Yang Yunlong is going to use his trump card... This is probably his last trump card."
"Whether you can win or not depends on this move!"
Li Yangbiao stared intently at the field.
Lei Ziping and others around him nodded in the same way, looking at the field.
In the field.
The icy land is still spreading outward, until everything within a radius of a hundred meters condenses into a land of ice.
Yang Yunlong's beard and hair also turned blue.
His eyes became even colder, and in the next moment, Yang Yunlong rushed forward to kill him!
"boom!"
Yang Yunlong walked on the ice, his speed increased to the extreme.
During the rush, the power brought about caused the entire arena to resound with layers of sonic booms!
Yang Zizhen followed closely behind!
As Yang Yunlong approached, the pressure increased sharply.
The carefree look on his face turned serious for the first time.
Feel the overwhelming icy pressure coming from the sky.
Xiaosheng suddenly wanted to throw the folding fan in his hand.
It expanded rapidly in an instant, turning into a semicircular shield ten meters high.
Yang Yunlong rushed to kill him.
The spear covered in ice crystals in his hand was thrust into the semicircular shield.
The spears and shields collided, and there was a violent sound.
There was a shaking sound in the middle of the arena.
The spear is invincible and the shield will not give way.
It seems that this blow has been defused by Xiaosheng.
Song Wenfeng and others looked gloomy.
They also knew that this move was done at the cost of overdrawing Yang Yunlong's remaining spiritual power.
If he cannot win, then Yang Yunlong will definitely lose!
On the other hand, everyone in Xiaoyao Pavilion looked excited and seemed to have won the victory.
However, the next moment.
“Peng!
!”
Violent explosions exploded from the field!
I saw the blue ice crystal wrapping the snow silver gun exploded at this moment!
The surging ice and coldness caused the entire arena and defensive formations to tremble continuously!
"boom!"
The semicircular shield and Xiaosheng's voice quickly flew away into the distance!
Soon, we approached the arena!
Seeing this scene, Song Wenfeng and others, who were originally serious, had joy on their faces.
But there is no time to be happy.
"Whoosh!"
I saw Xiaosheng, who was flying backwards in mid-air, thrust forward with both palms, and the semicircular shield transformed by the folding fan was immediately caught in his hands.
Immediately afterwards, there were words in his mouth.
The semicircular shield flashed with white light, quickly expanded and turned into a wall, flying past Xiaosheng at a faster speed and flying back.
Quickly approach the edge of the ring.
The next moment.
Xiaosheng's whole body crashed onto the shield!
"Peng!"
The shield trembled violently, but it didn't move back even half an inch!
After the recoil was completely offset, Xiaosheng slid to the ground, then quickly got up from the ground and looked forward.
His eyes were cold and he didn't care about the blood pouring out of his mouth!
And the icy cold envelope in front gradually dissipated.
Yang Yunlong's figure standing on the spot was revealed!
"It's okay! Xiaosheng is actually okay!"
"I thought he would be kicked out of the field!"
"The battle is not over yet!"
"..."
Many spectators at the scene exclaimed in surprise when they saw what was going on.
Everyone was happy.
Luo Tang and others looked solemn, they knew.
This game is over.
In the field.
Yang Yunlong looked at Xiaosheng, who was slowly standing up from the ground not far away, with a solemn expression.
Silently for two seconds.
"I surrender."
As soon as these words came out, Luo Tang and others were not surprised.
Because Yang Yunlong's spiritual power at this moment has been drained by the blow just now!
The words fell and the referee had not yet reacted.
Yang Zizhen's figure has disappeared from the scene.
He didn't even have time to leave any instructions.
This was all caused by the depletion of spiritual power in Yang Yunlong's body.
Only then did Su Yichun react, quickly came to the field, and said loudly.
"The fourth game, Xiaoyao Pavilion Xiaosheng wins!"
With the referee shouting.
Yang Yunlong took a deep look at Xiaosheng, who was not far away, slowly stood up from the ground, and then walked towards the audience.
Xiao Sheng got up from the ground. At this moment, the clothes on his body had already been torn in the battle just now.
Looking at the direction Yang Yunlong was going down, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
Walked down the stage.
He took the clothes prepared by Xiaoyao Pavilion disciples and put them on.
"Congratulations, senior brother! You successfully defeated Yang Yunlong! It is said that Yang Yunlong is the number one disciple of the Imperial Family of this generation!"
"To defeat him is to defeat the Imperial Family!"
The disciples on the side quickly congratulated him.
Xiaosheng nodded calmly and sat down.
Yang Yunlong's attack just now appeared in his mind.
Yang Yunlong's strength has exceeded his imagination... If he hadn't reacted quickly enough just now, he might have lost the game!