No one cares about the deacons in Yuanwu Lane and other trivial matters.
Everyone's attention was focused on the field at this time. There were many gamblers who had placed heavy bets, waving their fists and shouting fanatically.
Chen Yao has been training here since the ninth level. He has fought dozens of games so far, and only lost four of them, and they were only slightly defeated. In the end, he had to retire unscathed.
In comparison, this was Lu Sheng's first time here.
Maybe something happened at home and he was forced to come to Yuanwu Lane and risk his life and fortune. You can tell a little about it from the dirty and messy hair on his head.
Therefore, many gamblers basically placed their bets on Chen Yao before the game. However, seeing Lu Sheng's bulging body and exaggerated muscles, they felt a little uneasy for a moment.
"Okay, let you attack first."
Lu Sheng looked at Chen Yao's dull words.
The weapons he used were two iron fists on his wrists, and he was obviously practicing boxing.
Swish.
Chen Yao was as agile as a rabbit. In an instant, she came to Lu Sheng's right side. The blood energy belonging to an eighth-level warrior surged in her body, bursting out twice in succession in an instant.
The three-foot green blade in his hand drew an arc in the air that was almost invisible to the naked eye, and sliced towards Lu Sheng's neck.
Ding!
Lu Sheng raised his hand to parry, and the iron wrist collided with the sword blade, making a crisp sound of gold and iron.
At the same time, two streams of blood energy exploded, causing the body as heavy as a hill to suddenly activate at an astonishing speed and punch Chen Yao.
The two sides quickly fought fiercely.
"The ghost fox can actually fight on par with such a big guy."
Some people were amazed.
"No, you should say that the big guy is a bit strong. Warriors don't look at the size... Youhu has defeated more than one eighth-level warrior with his sword."
The eyes of the person next to him flickered.
For warriors below the sixth level, because the decisive factor is the power and speed of the burst of blood in a short period of time, the victory or defeat is often decided very quickly.
Chen Yao's figure on the field has turned into an afterimage that is almost impossible for ordinary people to see clearly. The sword he swung while running around even brought out a sword light visible to the naked eye.
the other side.
Lu Sheng was forced to parry, but he did not panic, but had a calm and calm attitude.
Although he is not good at speed and cannot touch Chen Yao's shadow when Chen Yao goes all out, but when warriors fight, those who are good at speed may not win in the end. The key depends on the time when the blood energy explodes!
He didn't think that Chen Yao's blood energy burst could last longer than him. As long as it was one breath shorter than his, then at the moment when it couldn't be sustained, he would be able to catch up immediately and decide the outcome with one blow.
four breaths,
five breaths,
six breaths,
…
Time passes little by little.
In the eyes of ordinary people, it can be said that it takes the blink of an eye, but for Chen Yao and Lu Sheng, it is a life-and-death struggle with every breath, and there are more than several alternations of attack and defense.
As time went by, Lu Sheng's skin became stained with blood little by little, his breathing began to intensify, and Chen Yao's skin also became stained with a light pink color.
It means both of them are approaching their limit.
Lu Sheng, who had always been calm and composed, finally couldn't maintain it anymore, and his eyes showed a look of shock, because the time had reached his twelfth breath, and he could only maintain a maximum of fourteen breaths in one burst!
This woman can persist until now!
Thirteen breaths.
The sword light intertwined, and the crisp sound of gold and iron was like a rapid succession of pipa playing. Chen Yao did not give Lu Sheng a chance to avoid the sharp edge and take a breath, even though her own skin was soaked with shocking patches.
Blood red, but still uncompromising.
Fourteen breaths.
Lu Sheng roared angrily, and stopped dodging Chen Yao's sword. He allowed the sword to stab his shoulder, and at the same time he slammed forward, trying to exchange the blow with the sword.
However, Chen Yao's sword stabbed halfway, but it suddenly became weak and weak. It was actually a feint. She took advantage of the opportunity to dodge to the left and suddenly got out of the way, causing Lu Sheng's impact to miss.
"The outcome has been decided."
The deacon of Yuanwu Lane spoke in a low voice.
really.
In the next moment, Lu Sheng could no longer maintain his explosive state, and his speed suddenly slowed down. Chen Yao turned around in the air and swung his sword again.
Lu Sheng raised his arms to parry, but was no longer in an explosive state. Although he resisted Chen Yao's sword, he was unable to withstand the force and flew backwards and out of the field.
Teng Teng Teng!
This time he fell directly to the ground, crushing the nearby ground, and stepped back for more than ten steps before he stopped, with a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
On the field, after Chen Yao swung his last sword, he suddenly stopped. His face was as red as blood, and he staggered a bit. He used his sword to support the ground and barely managed to hold on.
"so close."
Chen Yao thought secretly in her heart.
She also reached her limit. Compared with Lu Sheng's burst time, it was only half a breath longer at most, so that in the end she could only make one sword strike and could no longer make up for the follow-up means.
Fortunately.
He still knocked Lu Sheng off the field.
If Chen Mu hadn't adjusted her pile position a few days ago, her burst time would have been even half a breath shorter than Lu Sheng's. Then there would be no doubt that she would be defeated in this battle. At most, she could only rely on speed to reach the limit.
In the past, I retreated to the sidelines and accepted defeat, but that would also be very dangerous.
Watching Lu Sheng being pushed back from the field, Chen Yao stood with her sword in hand. After a brief silence fell in the field, waves of shouts rose into the sky and resounded throughout the sky!
There were cheers for winning bets and screams for losing bets.
So far.
Chen Yao completed a total of forty battles in Yuanwu Lane!
Among them, there were thirty wins, six draws, four losses, and they came from behind. They have not lost since last year and have been winning continuously. Counting this game, they have won seventeen consecutive games in total!
Among the countless warriors fighting against each other in Yuanwu Lane, this record is also in the top category!
Some corner.
Chen Mu looked at Chen Yao on the court quietly, and unexpectedly, there was also a hint of appreciation in his eyes. He did not expect that Chen Yao could have such a firm desire to pursue martial arts, such a decisive belief and will.
To know the specific time when the blood energy explodes, it is impossible to judge except for yourself. If Lu Sheng is half a breath longer than Chen Yao, then Chen Yao does not retreat at fourteen breaths. Not only will he lose, but he will also be defeated.
There is no possibility of escaping unscathed!
But Chen Yao didn’t retreat!
When warriors fight, a moment's thought can determine the outcome of life or death!
Chen Mu felt that he might have underestimated Chen Yao a little. With this spirit and will, Chen Yao could still rise even if he was not born in the Xuanguo Mansion but in those Jianghu sects that fought cruelly.
"If that's the case, then I'll give you a little more help and see where you go in the future."
Chen Mu smiled lightly in his heart.
Chen Yao's ability to have such spirit and will is worthy of praise. Of course, he wouldn't mind dragging Chen Yao a few more times, but it still depends on Chen Yao herself as to where she can go in the future.