These powerful words were not loud, but they spread to every corner around the ring, shaking the hearts of everyone present.
Zhao Zhengshi still refuses to admit defeat. He even picked up the broken sword on the ground and still wants to compete with Kong Yunjie!
This indomitable behavior caused a commotion among the crowd. Everyone really didn't understand why Zhao Zheng was so desperate and continued to fight in a competition that was impossible to win.
No one knows the truth, and no one can understand Zhao Zheng's thoughts. In their opinion, Zhao Zheng is just temporarily angry, or is too greedy for Zi Chujian, so he refuses to admit defeat. They don't understand Zhao Zheng, let alone think highly of him.
Zhao Zheng even thought that Zhao Zheng was looking for death.
Zhao Zheng didn't care about other people's opinions at all. It didn't matter even if the whole world didn't understand him, as long as he had a clear conscience.
It is not easy for a person to have a clear conscience, and sometimes one even has to risk one's life.
Tie Xuanfeng frowned and looked at Zhao Zheng, and comforted him: "Young man, don't be so impulsive in doing things. You have to learn how to afford it and let it go. You still have a long way to go in life. If you lose today, you can win it back tomorrow.
.If a road goes dark, it is likely to be a dead end in the end. If you listen to people's advice and eat enough, you should listen to the old man's advice and give up this fight. You can't defeat Kong Yunjie with two swords, let alone one.
The tip of the sword. It is really unwise for a wise man to fight a duel where he is bound to lose."
"Thank you for your advice, Master, but I have made up my mind and will never give in." Half of Zhao Zheng's body was stained red with blood, and his mouth was breathing heavily, but his eyes were as sharp as ever. His gaze was sharper than the edge of a sword.
Even more impressive!
"Why are you bothering? If you really can't bear to give up the Zichu Sword, the owner of this village can make an exception and promise you. In the future, I will forge an extra magical sword for you that will satisfy your wishes. What do you think?"
"This is no longer a matter of a sword. I can give up the Zichu Sword. I can even give up something more important than the Zichu Sword, but I can't admit defeat." Zhao Zheng's eyes flashed and he said word by word,
"Today, Zhao Zheng will never admit defeat."
Tie Xuanfeng was slightly startled. Zhao Zhengyuan was more stubborn than he thought and insisted on continuing the competition. In this case, he, the owner of the village, could not say anything more. He could only nod in agreement and jumped back to the east stand.
superior.
"Zhao Zheng! Victory or defeat is a matter of military strategists. If you lose, you lose. Don't fight him again! If you continue to fight, something will happen!" A crisp voice sounded from the crowd. Even though it was mixed in the noisy waves, it still sounded.
Very clear.
Zhao Zheng heard who made the sound. His face changed several times, but in the end he gritted his teeth and did not look away. He couldn't look at that person, otherwise he would be soft-hearted. Today he must not be soft-hearted, but must be a
A person with a heart of stone.
Kong Yunjie, who was on the opposite side of the ring, raised the Nine Sun Sword, pointed it at Zhao Zheng with the flaming sword tip, and snorted coldly: "What a good boy, you have the backbone, and you are unwilling to admit defeat even now, but don't think I will be merciful like this."
, as long as you refuse to admit defeat, my sword will show no mercy!"
Zhao Zheng didn't talk to him. He only talked to people, not to people who were inferior to pigs or dogs. The only way he could respond to Kong Yunjie was with a fight!
As soon as the figure flashed, he rushed towards Kong Yunjie again, pouring all his internal energy into the tip of the sword in his hand. The tip of the sword burst out with dazzling golden light, making a whistling sound when it rubbed against the air. With such a short sword, many sword moves could be made.
Unable to use it, he could only improvise and use the tip of the sword as a dagger.
"Well done!" Kong Yunjie shouted and faced Zhao Zheng with both swords raised. He had a magic weapon in his hand, while the opponent only had a broken sword. There was really nothing to fear. When Zhao Zheng was only one foot away,
At that moment, he thrust the Nine Sun Sword into the ground and used the "Sparking Fire to Start a Prairie Fire" move. The burning sword energy spread forward in a fan shape along the ground and immediately covered the ground.
Zhao Zheng had nowhere to stay, so he had no choice but to lightly tap the ground and get up.
Kong Yunjie spun around and slashed out several icy sword energy with the Cloud Sword, hitting Zhao Zheng in the air. Zhao Zheng blocked the attack and blocked all the icy sword energy with half of the sword tip. Kong Yunjie also jumped after that.
He stood up and danced his swords in mid-air, making them look like flowers, airtight, and slashed out sword energy one after another.
Ice and fire intertwined, killing Zhao Zheng in a hurry, barely parrying.
The two flew into the air and then landed on the ground, fighting again. Kong Yunjie relied on having two swords in his hands to attack with a wider range, and extended the distance to launch a wild attack. Zhao Zheng suffered internal injuries and was unable to hit too much with the tip of the sword.
Yuan Jianqi fell into a passive situation of being beaten, like a beast trapped in a cage.
After fighting for a few times, Kong Yunjie succeeded with a sword, sliced open Zhao Zheng's back and ignited the clothes.
Zhao Zheng made a feint, jumped out of the circle, tore off his burning clothes and threw them to the ground, looking embarrassed.
Kong Yunjie hated Zhao Zheng for what he had done before and deliberately tortured Zhao Zheng. During the subsequent competition, he constantly used moves to damage some insignificant parts of Zhao Zheng's body, leaving deep or shallow wounds one after another.
Zhao Zheng was at a disadvantage, unable to resist, and could only let others slaughter him. He was covered in paint frequently and almost turned into a bloody man. He tried to find an opportunity to fight Kong Yunjie, intending to fight together, but he could never find a good opportunity. Even though he was unable to find a good opportunity.
If there is an opportunity, he will never let it go, no matter what the cost, he will pounce on it. No matter if it means losing an arm, a thigh, or even his life!
Looking at Zhao Zheng fighting desperately on the stage, Li Zhenzhen in the audience felt like her heart was twisting in a knife. She was so painful that she could no longer watch it. She grabbed her father's sleeve with tears in her eyes, shook it and shouted: "Father, you
Hurry up and stop this fight, if the fight continues, Zhao Zheng will be killed!"
"Okay, I'll go tell Master Tie Zhuang and ask him to stop this competition." Li Yuanzhan agreed in a deep voice, turned to look at Tie Xuanfeng above, and said again, "Master Tie Zhuang, Zhao Zheng is following me.
The family has known each other for a long time and has a deep friendship. He is young and energetic, and he cannot lose face and admit defeat. I hope you will use your status as the owner of the village to help stop this competition."
Everyone has to give face to the mandarin duck warrior Chasing the Wind. Tie Xuanfeng immediately replied: "Master Li, the two challengers are determined to continue the competition. I really can't forcefully stop them. If you are worried about Zhao Zheng's safety,
I can promise you that if one of the two of you is in danger of life, you will definitely ask the experts around you to come to the rescue, and you will never let any of the contestants make a mistake."
Seeing Tie Xuanfeng's assurance, Li Yuanzhan didn't want to say anything more. He nodded and withdrew his gaze, and comforted Li Zhenzhen with a few words.
Li Zhenzhen did not listen to the advice and insisted on forcing her father to come on stage to stop the competition.
Li Yuanzhan also wanted to do this, but due to the reputation of Zhujian Villa, he couldn't be careless, so he was caught in a dilemma. It was neither possible to go nor not to go.
At the top of the east stand, Tie Xuanfeng looked at the four martial arts masters around him and whispered: "Four seniors, these two young people are already fighting hard. I'm afraid there will be mistakes in their moves. If there is any danger later,
, I also asked the four of you to help save the lives of the two of them. There are too few rising stars with such a promising future like them. It would be a pity if something goes wrong."
"Don't worry. Even if you don't tell us, we will help. Just now when Zhao Zheng stabbed Kong Yunjie in the neck with a broken sword, Kong Yunjie used his inner strength to block the sword. If he hadn't used his inner strength to stretch his neck, our brother
A few of them will also take action to stop the cut-off sword. If such an outstanding junior is allowed to die miserably in the ring, the food we brothers have been eating in the villa these days will be in vain." The three-foot shadowless old man patted the bulge.
My chest can bear it with all my strength.
The remaining three old men among the Four Old Men in the South also agreed and promised to help and would not stand idly by.
The martial arts of these four old men have reached an advanced level. Their eyesight, internal strength and speed are beyond what others can imagine. If they say they can save the lives of the two people in the ring, they can definitely do it.
Tie Xuanfeng then put his heart into his stomach and complimented the four old men a few times and said a few polite words. In fact, he wanted to see bloodshed in the ring more than anyone else. The fighters were all famous.
The rising star with the surname must have a backer. If someone dies tragically and his whole body is affected, it will definitely bring trouble to the Sword Forging Villa.
In the ring, the competition continues and is coming to an end.
Under Kong Yunjie's violent attack, Zhao Zheng had turned into a candle in the wind and could be extinguished at any time.
Zhao Zheng's internal and external injuries were very serious, and he could no longer hold on for a long time. Now he was only supported by his breath. Once this breath was released, he would collapse.
What kind of breath is he holding in his chest?
Part of it is chivalrous and part of it is integrity!
"puff!"
Kong Yunjie used the "frozen sky" move, blocking Zhao Zheng's sight with cold air, and carried out a sneak attack, adding another wound to Zhao Zheng's body.
Zhao Zheng's body swayed, he almost fell, and he barely managed to regain his footing. He was panting heavily, staring with a pair of red eyes, looking around for Kong Yunjie's figure, but he still didn't admit defeat.
Kong Yunjie enjoyed the process of torturing Zhao Zheng, and was not eager to win. Instead, he made a detour around Zhao Zheng, giving Zhao Zheng a chance to breathe.
At this juncture, the Panlong Stone Tower next to the arena made an imperceptible movement, and the Zichu Sword inserted on it shook slightly.
At the same time, a voice also sounded in Zhao Zheng's heart.
"I have been watching your competition. Since the beginning of the competition, you have worked harder than anyone else, prayed for victory more than anyone, and refused to admit defeat than anyone else. But it is impossible for you to win this competition.
Because you lack a sword that can fight against your enemies."
This voice is young and full of vitality, full of neutral magnetism, and very pleasant to listen to.
Zhao Zheng had been fighting so hard and finally waited for this sound. He knew what this sound meant when it sounded!
"Yes, I lack a magic weapon like you. If you help me, I will definitely be able to defeat him and those two swords!" Zhao Zheng was like a bloody beast, shouting from the bottom of his heart. (To be continued.)
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