Ximen Chuixiao stared at Lin Feng across from him with a horrified expression. He had already had a profound understanding of Zifeng's strength last night. More than 30 first-class players were killed in one minute. Ximen Chuixiao believed that he was no match for him.
Now in the first game, his instinctive fear made him hesitate to give up directly.
Lin Feng looked at Ximen playing the flute with a bright smile. Lin Feng also learned a lot about Ximen's flute-playing ability last night, and even knew that he had already practiced the "Purple Cloud Magic Skill", even though it had only just started.
It's not very powerful, but Ximen Chuixiao's strength is a bit more powerful than Dragon List Seventy-four on the surface.
Lin Feng estimated that Ximen Chuixiao should be in the top 60 on the dragon list now. Although "Purple Cloud Divine Art" does not have the abnormal attack and defense bonus of "Bing Xin Jue" to "Six Aohan Jue", it is good for all swords.
In other words, as the game progresses, if Ximen Chuixiao learns "Dugu Nine Swords" or other peerless swordsmanship, then the two will complement each other, and the power will definitely exceed the power of "Evil Warning" alone.
The Bloody Broken Sword in "Sword Art".
When thirty seconds passed, Lin Feng did not immediately use his physical skills to rush over. Instead, he started to move forward and smiled calmly, "I didn't expect us to meet again so soon, flute player!"
"Indeed, I didn't expect that my first opponent would be you, Zifeng!" Ximen played the flute to force himself to calm down, and said with some sternness.
Because Ximen Chuixiao suddenly thought that this battle would be watched by many players through video. If he gave up like this, he would really lose face. Even if there is a gap in strength among the top 100 masters, they would not be afraid.
It’s time to accept a challenge, especially in a martial arts competition. If you don’t fight, you will lose. If you fight, you will lose. The result is the same. It’s better to fight as hard as you can.
"Your death penalty in the martial arts competition should be gone for the time being, right?" Lin Feng asked with concern as the distance between the two became closer.
Ximen Chuixiao nodded and looked at Lin Feng defensively, fearing that Lin Feng would suddenly attack. Although he knew that victory was hopeless, Ximen Chuixiao still didn't want to lose too ugly.
"That's good, let's not waste time anymore, just take action!" Lin Feng made a move with one hand and his tone became cold.
Just from the few conversations just now, the game time has passed for five or six seconds. Although Lin Feng doesn't care much about the game time, because in the top 100 competition, it takes more time to win sixteen games than the previous thirty-two games.
It is much more difficult. It is estimated that among the masters who advance to the top 16 in the end, it would be very good if half of them have a complete victory record. However, there is no guarantee that Lin Feng will encounter such a few perverts if he has a bad character. What if he loses?
Two games, with the same situation of winning, the game time becomes extremely important.
"Bang!" Ximen Chuixiao responded directly. He suddenly kicked off the ground with the soles of his feet and rushed towards Lin Fengfeng with his sword in hand.
The long sword trembled and the sound of breaking wind roared past. The distance between the two of them was only about thirty meters, so the sword energy of Ximen blowing the flute reached Lin Feng in the blink of an eye.
"Hey! You still want to catch me by surprise and take advantage of your brother!" Lin Feng chuckled, not caring that Ximen Chuixiao made the first move. Looking at the sword shadow that kept expanding rapidly in his pupils, Lin Feng couldn't even use the Ice Wind Knife.
With a simple side step, he calmly avoided Ximen's first move.
In terms of speed, who among the players can match Lin Feng's Fengshen Kung, at least Ximen's flute-playing Qinggong is far inferior.
Ximen Flute was not shocked when his sword failed. He had already seen Zi Feng's superb sword and leg skills with his own eyes, and basically expected that such a frontal attack would be unlikely to succeed.
The moment Yu Lin Feng passed by, Ximen's flute-playing wrist suddenly twirled, his sword trembled, and his whole body turned sideways in mid-air. The sword energy broke through the ground and struck Lin Feng horizontally with incomparable force.
"Er? Interesting!" Lin Feng originally wanted to dodge a move and then use the Wind God Kick Technique's Heavy Rain and Wind on the side. Unexpectedly, just as he was about to kick out, the opponent's sword force suddenly changed, and the sharp sword aura once again appeared.
Attacked himself.
The attack power of Fengshen Kick Technique is average. Even with Lin Feng's strong basic attack attributes, the power is not as powerful as many top martial arts. Ximen Chuixiao's sword technique is the secret skill of the Huashan Sword Sect, the top martial arts level of "Death-killing"
"Serial Sword", in terms of attack power alone, it is only higher than Fengshen's kicking skills. In addition, the opponent has the sword skill bonus of "Zixia Divine Skill" and a black iron-level long sword in his hand. If there is a head-on collision, the only one who will suffer is
Lin Feng.
"Whoops!" At the critical moment, Lin Feng suddenly retracted his legs, kicked off the ground with one leg, and rose into the air, narrowly avoiding the sword blow from Ximen playing the flute. At the same time, the Ice Wind Knife had already appeared in his hand.
"Death!" As Lin Feng's cold voice came out, Lin Feng's hand holding the knife suddenly pressed down, and each subtle movement was cleverly coherent and completed in one go, as if air resistance did not exist.
Ximen Chuixiao suddenly felt an icy feeling coming over him. Suddenly, he saw a huge ice-blue sword light shrouding down. The overwhelming power made Ximen Chuixiao feel that death was coming. He
He can deeply feel that unless he can dodge the attack power contained in this sword light, even if he is to defend with all his strength or attack with all his strength, the result will only be one: he will return to the city for free.
Of course, the current situation is to teleport out of the arena for free.
However, right now, Ximen's two moves of blowing the flute with the sword have just passed, and the whole person is still flying in mid-air. It is almost impossible to turn around. After all, this is just a game. In reality, some ancient martial arts masters have
Adjustments may be made.
Ximen Chuixiao originally thought that even if these two swords could not hurt Zifeng, at least they could force Zifeng back, giving him enough time to stabilize and reorganize his offensive. But things are always unexpected, even if he knew Zifeng
The sword and legs are both unique, but when he saw that Zifeng used the sword in this situation, Ximen Chuixiao was unwilling to watch the sword fall towards him.
"Plop!" There is no suspense next. Once Lin Feng's domineering sword hits, there will definitely be no more than ten players at this stage who can withstand it without dying, and Ximen Chuixiao is definitely not one of them.
"Ding, Ximen Chuixiao's energy and blood are zero, congratulations to Zifeng for winning!"
"bite!"
"Congratulations on your win!"
In the arena, as long as the blood reaches zero, it will be teleported out immediately, and the victory or defeat will be decided immediately. The system prompts will sound one after another the moment the sword light penetrates Ximen Chuixiao's body. One is a system announcement, which can be heard by everyone online.
