The sword fell for a long time, and the cold light was dazzling.
No one knew where this sword came from, but everyone could feel the proud aura. Zheng Long raised his head solemnly and looked straight to the west, and his heart could not help but feel tight.
A sword comes from the west, and the whole world bows its head.
How could a mere Fengziyue have such momentum?
Embedded in the middle of the ring is Feng Ziyue's ruthless sword.
The name of the sword is ruthless, but the person holding the sword is extremely affectionate. Today's battle is fought for family affection. Feng Ziyue has not yet appeared, but he has already taken the advantage of the momentum.
Zhuge Dan couldn't help being slightly startled, and turned to look at his daughter, only to see her nodding slightly, with a trace of joy hidden in her eyes.
The demeanor of the sword god is only seen today!
"Feng Ziyue, stop pretending, come out as soon as you can!"
Zheng Long's face was distorted and he shouted loudly.
"The sword competition has not yet begun, Mr. Zheng, why are you so anxious?"
I only heard a calm reply, and a person appeared from the top of the tall building to the west. Feng Ziyue stood on the eaves, the breeze ruffled the corners of his clothes, and there was a sound of hunting. He was bare-handed, but his whole body was exuding a cold sword intent.
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He is a famous sword unsheathed!
All the masters present could not help but feel a chill in their hearts, and looked at Feng Ziyue with a sense of inquiry.
After a month of absence, how could Feng Ziyue undergo such a transformation?
His face was originally like a crown jewel, and his complexion was originally fair, but now his cheeks were shining like bright jewels, and his eyes were deep, like the deep night sky. Although he was only a fourteen-year-old boy, he had his hands behind his back.
The imposing manner of standing makes people look up and have the urge to worship.
"No...this is impossible..." A hint of panic appeared on Zheng Tu's old face.
How could an ordinary warrior possess such momentum?
He couldn't even see through the depth of this young man!
"Yue'er..." Chu Hongyu looked at her son with mixed feelings. Although she had enough confidence in her son, Chu Hongyu could not help but feel anxious in the past month, and she could not let go.
But at that moment, her son's momentum made her suddenly feel relieved.
This is an undefeated momentum, the emperor among swords.
This reminded Chu Hongyu of her father.
That man hidden in the darkness, but extremely powerful - Chu Kuangren, the Lord of Tianwaitian!
Feng Ziyue's aura comes from the same source as him. Although there is no such coldness and darkness, on the contrary, there is a lot more breadth and gentleness that blends into the heaven and earth, but the aura of victory is the same.
Growing up, Chu Hongyu had seen her father challenge countless masters, but she had never seen him defeated.
But now, Feng Ziyue feels to her just like Kuangren Chu!
The son will not fail!
Somewhere in the dark, Chu Hongyu had a clear premonition!
She looked at her son with eyes full of infinite confidence.
Zhuge Dan nodded secretly, stroking his beard and smiling: "Since both families are here, how about the big competition begins now? Nephew Feng Xian, nephew Zheng Xian, please leave!"
Zheng Long snorted coldly, tapped his left foot, turned over, and landed gracefully on the side of the ring, ready to move forward.
Feng Ziyue also agreed, and moved calmly, just like a flying sword shooting out, straight into the field!
"What kind of light skill is this?"
Even the Eagle King Sect Ling Fei Xiu who was watching in the audience couldn't help but be astonished. Their Eagle King Sect has eagles as their friends, and they are most famous for their light skills. They can turn as they wish in the air, which is extremely mysterious. However, Feng Ziyue's movement skills are different from those of ordinary people.
Qinggong is all different. How can you exert force if you are doing it so mediocrely?
This... this looks like the legendary flying sword, but there is no sword light under his feet!
"Is this flying with a sword?" Ling Feixiu couldn't talk nonsense due to his status, but the audience below had no scruples. When they saw Feng Ziyue's weird light skill, they were in an uproar. Several people said it was a sword flying.
Sword flying.
"You are all farting. To wield a sword, you must have a sword to wield it. Look at Mr. Feng's feet hanging in the air. Where is the sword flying?" There were also mature and prudent people who immediately pointed out everyone's fault.
"It's impossible to say that this is the inner essence, the invisible flying sword, you can't see it..." There are also young people who are not convinced and insist on challenging.
"Are you confused by reading novels? There are no invisible flying swords!"
For a while, there was a lot of discussion among the audience.
Feng Ziyue smiled slightly, his movement skills on the ring did have a name, it was called "sword control"!
However, this is not a real flying sword, but a special movement technique learned by the masters of the sword sect during sword practice. Not only does it change extremely strangely, but it is also unparalleledly fast. When used, the sword and man become one, which is most powerful.
but.
This kind of secret sect is passed down by the world, and the world does not know it, so it is naturally amazing.
Even Zheng Long, who has reached the realm of Martial Master and is practicing in the Xiantian Secret Realm, has never seen such a weird body technique, and he can't help but be secretly frightened and his momentum is slightly dampened.
"Today's competition is something that the Feng and Zheng families have agreed upon over the years. The rule is to win two out of three matches, but this time..."
Zhuge Dan paused and looked at the two young people on the stage.
"This time, both the Feng family and the Zheng family proposed a three-challenge agreement. That is to say, the young disciples of their own third generation will challenge the representatives of the other party's third generation, second generation and first generation...
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"Whoever wins three games in a row wins!"
"If they win the first game and then lose, it will be counted as a normal victory for this side, and the example of challenging three levels in a row will not be used!"
Since two families proposed to challenge three levels in a row at the same time, the competition between the two young people has actually determined the outcome of the Feng and Zheng families this year. If they win the first game, even if they fail after that, they will at least guarantee their success in the next ten years.
The ruling power of Wuyang City, and the losing family must fight hard to avoid being kicked out and driven out of Wuyang City.
"Both of you, you both understand!"
Zhuge Dan's face darkened and he asked Feng Ziyue and Zheng Long questions at the same time.
Zheng Long sighed slightly, "Uncle Zhuge, after saying so much, it is actually very simple. As long as I kill three people from the Feng family in a row, our Zheng family will win. Everything else has nothing to do with me!"
He thought that he was a master from a famous family and had reached the realm of martial arts. He never thought about the possibility of failure. He was extremely arrogant.
Feng Ziyue just smiled faintly and didn't argue with him. He nodded to Zhuge Dan, indicating that everything was clear. He looked down the stage and saw Qi Xiaodie and others waving flags and shouting, while the Feng family was on the high stage on one side.
, grandfathers Feng Tianhe and Chu Hongyu are also looking forward to it.
In today’s battle, there will be no victory but no defeat!
"good!"
A smile appeared on Zhuge Dan's face, "In that case, let's start the first competition now!"