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The fourth round of competition attracted much attention.
In this round, the strongest player with four consecutive victories will be competed, and the winner will be directly selected for the "Fuluan Trial".
There are four people participating in the competition: Bei Mo, Ran Xiaoyuan, Zhao Feng, and Liu Yue'er.
These four people also represent the senior leaders of the sect behind them.
Beimo represents Yunhai Zhenren.
Behind Ran Xiaoyuan is the leader of a sect.
Zhao Feng, represents the great elder.
Behind Liu Yue'er is Grandma Liu Yue.
Therefore, the competition for four consecutive victories is not only the key to the game, but also represents an indirect competition between the top figures of the sect.
"Junior Brother Zhao, you must bring honor to Master in this battle. If your opponent is Liu Yue'er, your chances of winning will be extremely high."
Yang Qian smiled and patted Zhao Feng on the shoulder.
Liu Yue'er?
Zhao Feng thought to himself, it's a pity that it's not.
In the competition, the opponents were decided by drawing lots. Zhao Feng didn't watch the first few games at all.
In the fourth game, he is familiar with any one of the three opponents.
Both Bei Mo and Ran Xiaoyuan are difficult figures to deal with.
If Zhao Feng didn't use his left eye and bloodline power, he wouldn't be sure of victory.
He can leapfrog the challenge, but his opponent also has this ability and has a higher level of cultivation.
"Junior Sister Ran, who is your opponent? As long as you don't meet Bei Mo, there will be no problem..."
Senior Sister Yuan looked at Ran Xiaoyuan curiously.
Senior Sister Yuan did not pay attention to the opponents in the previous games.
But the fourth game is very crucial, every opponent is very strong.
"It's...it's him..."
Ran Xiaoyuan's beautiful eyebrows were slightly frowned, her bright eyes were filled with sadness, and she seemed to be aggrieved.
"Him? Which him!"
Senior Sister Yuan followed her younger sister's gaze and saw that it was the green-haired, one-eyed boy.
"Hehe, isn't this just right? Junior sister Ran, you must help senior sister teach this shameless boy a lesson."
Senior Sister Yuan was not angry but happy.
She wished that Ran Xiaoyuan could meet Zhao Feng and teach that boy a lesson for her.
"But……"
Ran Xiaoyuan stopped talking, her eyelashes quivering like dragonflies, and her little hands clenched tightly.
Just at this time, Zhao Feng glanced over. Ran Xiaoyuan's pretty face was slightly red, her bright eyes were evasive, and she seemed to be a little scared.
"Junior Sister Ran, you have to muster up your courage and don't be intimidated by his appearance. With your strength, you will have no problem defeating him."
Senior sister Yuan cheered for her junior sister.
"Oh? Xiaoyuan's opponent is the disciple who practices "Wind and Thunder Palm"?"
A soft and melodious female voice came, with the warmth of spring rain washing over the earth.
The person speaking was none other than the leader of the Xiaoyue Sect. Her beautiful and dignified jade face gave people a sense of nobility that made her feel ashamed of herself.
"Master, it's that boy."
Senior Sister Yuan said respectfully.
Hearing this, Xiaoyue Sect Master frowned slightly and whispered: "When Xiaoyuan meets him, the situation may be worse than when she meets Bei Mo."
How is this possible!
Senior Sister Yuan looked shocked and felt unbelievable in her heart.
"This is just my intuition, maybe because he practices "Wind and Thunder Palm"."
Xiaoyue Sect Leader smiled calmly and recovered as before.
The fourth round of competition has begun.
Lin Fan and Kong Yuanhao successfully defeated the generals.
Xiao Yun, on the other hand, had lost four games in a row. His face was ashen and he gave up the game.
Finally, at a certain moment, the game reached a climax, and there was a burst of cheers from the field.
The two sides in this battle are Bei Mo and Liu Yue'er.
Liu Yue'er gritted her silver teeth slightly, and decisively activated the power of the mortal-level mid-level divine weapon as soon as she opened the game.
Arc Moon Sword Technique!
The soft jade sword in her hand transformed into a cold sword cloud, with flashing arcs and sword energy, like sharp and sharp crescents.
A layer of strange shiny texture spreads on the soft sword of the divine weapon, and the sword's speed and power increase significantly.
Coupled with the mid-level mortal-level divine weapons, Liu Yue'er's offensive was enough to deal a fatal blow to an extraordinary third-level peak warrior.
However, her opponent is not an ordinary third-level mortal.
"Beiming Tianshui·Mu Shui Sword!"
Bei Mo had a dull look on his face, but he waved his hands extremely flexibly. A layer of dark blue real power rippled like a water curtain, rushing back and forth, converging into a transparent rippling sword shadow that was one foot long and several feet wide.
Pfft! tsk! tsk...
The rippling sword shadow, driven by the true power of water waves, formed a range-wide impact and collided with Liu Yue'er's sword move.
During a series of confrontations, Liu Yue'er took a few steps back and her breathing became a little tight.
Bei Mo stood where he was, taking his time.
This is the first time since the confrontation that Bei Mo failed to win with one move.
After all, with the help of "Arc Moon Sword Art" and the power of divine weapons, Liu Yue'er's offensive power was almost comparable to the fourth level of the extraordinary world.
Beimo Gujing Wubo pushed with both hands and launched waves of oppressive attacks.
Canopy! Poof! Boom...
Between the two of them, the light was gorgeous and the water shadows were rippled.
After persisting for ten moves, Liu Yue'er was out of breath and already lost.
"Your attack can almost threaten the fourth level of transcendence. Unfortunately, your cultivation is insufficient, and you cannot sustain it for long using the power of a mid-level mortal level divine weapon."
Bei Mo stood there and hit the nail on the head with his words.
Liu Yue'er looked pale. Facing an opponent like Bei Mo who was powerful in strength, understanding, and mind, she had no chance at all.
"I surrender."
Liu Yue'er bit her lip and put away the soft sword of the divine weapon.
"Beimo! Beimo!"
After four consecutive victories, Bei Mo's popularity surged throughout the game.
Some middle and high-level people in the sect nodded secretly, seeming to see the prospect of a new generation of stars emerging from the sky in the future.
"It's a pity that we didn't meet a real opponent in this competition."
When Bei Mo walked off the stage, Gu Jing Wubo's eyes looked in a certain direction, exuding a spiritual fighting spirit.
Everyone was surprised and looked sideways.
The target of Bei Mo's spiritual war intention was the young man behind the great elder.
It was a young man with green hair and one eye, giving people an evil feeling.
"It's this guy again. Even Bei Mo wants to have a showdown with him."
"Although Junior Brother Zhao practices "Wind and Thunder Palm", he may not be Bei Mo's opponent."
Everyone was talking a lot.
It can be expected that with the strength of the two of them, they will compete for the "true disciple" in the future, and they will meet sooner or later.
Zhao Feng stood expressionless, but he remembered the agreement he had made with Bei Mo: "After entering the sect, one will be the one with the other."
One is longer than the other!
The battle between Zhao Feng and Bei Mo is getting closer and closer.
…
The fourth round of competition continues.
"Zhao Feng versus Ran Xiaoyuan!"
As soon as the voice fell, there was another uproar on the field.
Another four-game winning streak.
Zhao Feng and Ran Xiaoyuan have both won three consecutive victories. If either party wins, they can be directly selected for the trial.
"Junior Sister Ran, the battle is about to begin."
Zhao Feng smiled slightly.
Senior Sister Yuan in the audience gritted her teeth and whispered: "Junior sister, don't be soft!"
"Well, I won't show mercy."
Ran Xiaoyuan gathered the power of the heavenly wind in her body, raised her pretty face that was slightly red, and her bright eyes were as clear as crystal. She looked directly at Zhao Feng for the first time without giving in at all.
The girl is still a bit green, and her innocent and flawless face is somewhat deliberately pretending to be determined and strong.
Zhao Feng felt funny in his heart, catching some of Ran Xiaoyuan's inner anxiety.
The sky changes into a shadow!
Ran Xiaoyuan's petite body suddenly flashed, as if it turned into a shadow in the wind and flew away.
"The sky wind transforms into a shadow!"
Zhao Feng's figure also moved strangely, and his artistic conception and movements were almost the same as those of Ran Xiaoyuan.
What's going on!
The spectators on the field exclaimed in surprise.
Zhao Feng and Ran Xiaoyuan's body movements and even their artistic conceptions are almost identical.
Wind-cutting style!
Wind-cutting style!
The two waved their palms and slashed at the same time. In an instant, the sharp light green wind light, like a long and narrow blade, cut through the air and cut off all the shackles.
"this……"
Ran Xiaoyuan turned pale in surprise, her bright eyes flashed, and she looked at Zhao Feng strangely.
Whirlwind style!
Zhao Feng's figure suddenly leapt up, his green hair flying, following a mysterious and natural trajectory, a layer of swirling green wind formed in his palm, and he rushed towards Ran Xiaoyuan.
This move, the "Spiral Style", is exactly the "Xuanfeng Palm" move that I secretly learned from the Blood Python Canyon that day.
In "Tianfeng Shenjue", this move is derived from the "Spiral Style".
Whirlwind style!
Ran Xiaoyuan gave a sweet shout, her body danced gracefully, leaped into the air, and used the same moves to fight Zhao Feng hard.
Looking at the familiar figure and movements, Zhao Feng felt a sense of familiarity.
The same movements and figures have been replayed thousands of times in the left eye space.
At this moment, in reality, facing this move personally, Zhao Feng's eyes glazed over for a moment.
Peng Bang——
The powerful wind blade exploded and flew Zhao Feng away.
The level of the "Tianfeng Shen Jue" that the two practiced was about the same, but Zhao Feng's cultivation level was lower than Ran Xiaoyuan's.
Furthermore, there was a momentary gap in Zhao Feng's mind just now.
"This kid even has the same internal skills and mentality as Junior Sister Ran. What is his intention? Bah! This guy even stared at Junior Sister Ran lustfully during the battle."
Senior Sister Yuan stood there and stamped her feet.
Xiaoyue Sect Master glanced at the two people on the stage with his beautiful eyes, thoughtfully.
There was something strange in the great elder's eyes.
"I surrender."
Zhao Feng suddenly smiled and stepped down from the formation platform.
ah!
This situation shocked everyone in the audience.
Zhao Feng has always given them the impression that he is calm, ruthless, strong, and even an extreme lunatic.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, he would take the initiative to admit defeat.
"You...you haven't lost yet..."
Ran Xiaoyuan reacted and said with a blush.
…
A battle that everyone was looking forward to ended so hastily.
"Junior Brother Zhao, how can you play tricks like this? Your personal victory or defeat is related to Master's face."
Yang Qian said slightly dissatisfied.
Although Ran Xiaoyuan is very powerful, Yang Qian obviously knows that Zhao Feng must be able to fight.
"As long as you can participate in the 'Fuluan Trial', that's enough. Even if you get first place in the competition, if there is no gain in the trial, it will be in vain."
Zhao Feng said nonchalantly.
There are three main reasons why he gave up.
First, Ran Xiaoyuan is very powerful. He does not use his left eye and blood power, so it will be difficult to win.
Second, there is no benefit to exposing your strength and winning four consecutive victories - you work hard and there is no reward!
Of course, there is another important point. He has a special feeling for Ran Xiaoyuan, and he always feels that he owes her a favor.
"Why...why would he suddenly admit defeat?"
Ran Xiaoyuan was a little confused and uneasy.
"Zhao Feng is so cunning that he doesn't fight head-on with his junior sister. Well, there is another possibility. Maybe he really likes his junior sister. Otherwise, why would he give up the honor of four consecutive victories?"
Senior Sister Yuan said bitterly, and the words she said to herself later made Ran Xiaoyuan's pretty face flush red, her head lowered, and out of the corner of her eye, she secretly glanced at the calm green-haired boy not far away.
The words, deeds, and expressions of the two people did not escape the Xiaoyue Sect Leader beside them. As the leader of a sect, she frowned.