As soon as Duckweed took action, he won the number three!
Bye!
After the last round of discussion, Duckweed once again had a bye! This time's bye was of great significance to him.
Three masters of the same weight, sitting on a mountain and watching the fight between tigers, first watch the two of them fight to the death, and then reap the benefits. If he can't seize this opportunity, then he will simply be called the best master in the world.
Since he drew number three, there was no need for the other two to draw lots again.
This round of competition will begin between Hu Feiyang, the mysterious leader of the Fire Sun Palace, and Feng Ziyue, who has just advanced to the Jutian realm.
Hu Feiyang sneered and glanced at Duckweed Cangsheng and Feng Ziyue with disdain.
Although he admitted that these two people had extraordinary talents and good luck when they entered the realm of gathering heaven, but without the knowledge of the source power scale and the ability to calculate tens of millions of changes in the world, even if they were lucky enough to break through the realm,
How strong can the actual combat ability be?
It might be okay to bully other warriors who have never gathered in the sky, but compared to him, the leader of the Fire Sun Palace who has been inherited for thousands of years, has been disconnected from the galaxy world, and has countless exquisite martial arts inheritance, what do they mean?
The so-called best master in the world is actually laughing with joy. I really don’t know what to say!
"Hmph! Stupid! He is indeed a short-sighted country bumpkin. How much time do you think it will take for me, Hu Feiyang, to kill that kid?"
He squinted at Duckweed and Cang Sheng and pointed at Feng Ziyue.
"Within ten moves, I can defeat this kid completely! When I deal with him, I will naturally come and let you old guy know what the true realm of the world and the earth is! Just wait!"
The Fire Sun God Mansion has been hiding in the Dongming Continent for thousands of years. Although they hide their identities and are not known to outsiders, this does not mean that they will not pay attention to what is happening on the continent.
Duckweed has been known as the best master in the world for thousands of years, so Hu Feiyang naturally dislikes him.
He felt that his understanding of Jutian Martial Arts was far better than that of the two newcomers. Even if their realms were similar, in terms of application, they were far from each other, so he boasted that within ten moves, Haikou,
Take down Fengziyue and fight against the common people again!
Duckweed Cangsheng and Feng Ziyue both smiled indifferently and were not angry because of this man's arrogance.
For a warrior, self-confidence is the most basic requirement. Since there is a battle, how can one's own state of mind and performance be affected by the stupidity of others?
From this perspective, although the battle between Feng Ziyue and Hu Feiyang has not yet begun, he has already taken the lead.
"You two, please!"
Nangong Min frowned. Of course she couldn't say she was satisfied with the result of the lottery. What she hoped for most was that Feng Ziyue would get a bye and let the other two fight to the death. If one of them died, it would be even better.
explain.
It's a pity that she, the guide, could not interfere with the choice of the Seven-Star Seal, so she had to accept this result.
Hu Feiyang is an ancestor of who knows how many generations. Judging from his performance, he is not a great person. He must have stayed in this wild land for a long time. Even though he is responsible for the Fire Sun Palace, he has also been infected with a stupid temperament. Fengzi
Although Yue just joined Jutian, he is not necessarily his opponent.
But no matter what, this dear friend is also a master in the Jutian Realm, and there are some tricks in the Fire Sun Palace. Even if Feng Ziyue can defeat him, he will have to pay a certain price.
In this way, when facing the duckweeds in the final round, they will inevitably suffer a loss.
Nangong Min doesn't care whether Feng Ziyue can get the last sword of the Eight Swordsmanship and complete the eight swords into one. Of course, if he can succeed, Feng Ziyue will be stronger and they will have a better chance of success in the secret realm of the galaxy.
Being big is not a bad thing.
But on the other hand, the stronger Feng Ziyue is, the harder it is to control, and the more Nangong Min has to pay to take advantage of him.
Therefore, Nangong Min has an indifferent attitude towards whether he wins or not.
What she is worried about instead is that Feng Ziyue suffered some irreparable damage during these two consecutive battles, or suffered excessive consumption. Then the next trip to the secret realm of the galaxy will not only not be able to help her, but may actually become a problem.
One's own burden.
"Well, at this point anyway, we can only resign ourselves to fate. Jiuqu Fulong said that planning is up to people and success is up to heaven. It's really good..."
Nangong Min shook his head, putting aside those chaotic thoughts for the time being, and forced his attention back to the field.
There is only one battle in this round, and the white light ball in the field is several times larger than before. The barrier is transparent, and the situation inside can be seen clearly.
I saw Feng Ziyue and Hu Feiyang facing each other from afar. Feng Ziyue's expression was serious, but Hu Feiyang's expression was indifferent and sarcastic.
"Country boy, do you think it's great to step into the Jutian realm?"
Hu Feiyang rolled his eyes strangely. He disliked every person in the outer world. When Duckweed Cangsheng and Feng Ziyue stepped into Jutian, he felt a deep insult.
"Today, let me teach you what it means to be a real Jutian - if you have a chance to survive under my sword, you can also learn to be a good boy!"
He blew out cold air from his nose, "A native chicken will always be a native chicken. Even if it flies on a branch, it will not turn into a phoenix!"
For the people in the Fire Sun God's Mansion, the Jutian Realm is originally a sacred and inviolable realm that they have inherited from generation to generation.
How can those barbarians who don't even have basic martial arts knowledge have the opportunity to step into the realm of Jutian? It's just bad luck!
This kind of person, even if he enters Jutian, is still the same waste. Hu Feiyang firmly believes that as long as he takes action with a little more seriousness, he will definitely be able to get rid of this annoying boy in front of him within ten moves!
As for whether he lives or dies, it depends on his own fate!
Hu Feiyang laughed wildly, and the clothes on his body automatically moved without wind, and the long sleeves and corners of the robe moved wildly. The exquisite golden flame pattern embroidered on it swayed continuously, as if real flames were burning!
"You are lucky enough to have a look at the real Jutian Martial Arts of our Fire Sun Mansion. Keep your eyes wide open and take a good look!"
The sword in his hand suddenly emitted a blazing light, like the sun in the sky, it was extremely dazzling!
The martial arts of the Fire Sun God's Mansion uses the power of the Sun to turn into real fire, shining in all directions. It is really no different from the scorching sun above your head.
In comparison, the fire martial arts that Feng Ziyue has seen over the years are simply like a firefly seeing a bright moon!
No, it is a firefly that can see the scorching sun! Even one ten thousandth is not comparable!
"What, if you can survive ten blows in my hands without dying, I will spare your life!"
Hu Feiyang laughed arrogantly, thinking that he would win. He opened his eyes wide, wanting to see Feng Ziyue's frightened and ugly expression.
Feng Ziyue smiled faintly, stood with his sword in his hand, and softly uttered two words.