The old man walking from the venue had black hair on his temples, and a bunch of white hair in the middle that ran through the top of his head. His eyes were as bright as lights all night long, his divine light was restrained, his eyes were focused, his eyebrows were like sharp swords, his nose was like Kun'e, and his face was pale.
Ruddy and majestic, with a simple and unpretentious blue coat, he carries an extraordinary charm. The old man walks forward with a heavy weight, and he has a touch of the world. Unlike Fan Wu, his aura is clearly powerful.
The coercive power was so looming that it was difficult to capture. This reminded Feng Jueyu of Jin Yizi.
This is what Jin Yizi is like. After reaching the Xuan Dao realm, the true energy is no longer restrained. It is a complete joke that the green light on the body is a divine weapon. The cultivation in the Xuan Dao realm is at the beginning of the great way of heaven and earth. The true essence transforms into the five elements. Once you practice to
At that level, unless he is a master of the same level or even more powerful, it is impossible to tell his cultivation level from the light on his body. Maybe this is the temperament of a seventh-level Shenwu and close to the Xuanwu Dao.
Feng Jueyu thought of...
The heads of the family and the elders of the family saluted one after another and bowed in front of everyone. The old man walked up to the red chair on the high platform of the rostrum without looking sideways.
At this time, Feng Jueyu thought that Feng Rulan and others would give a grand introduction to Qianfengji before announcing the start of the competition. Why was he lucky enough to invite Master Qian and Senior Qian to come and make everything shine...
To be honest, everyone had been waiting for a long time, until Feng Rulan and other family heads sat down to announce the start of the competition, and not a word was said about the opportunity.
He was like an invisible man, sitting on a high chair with his eyes closed and concentrating, without even looking at the ring.
This greatly confused the audience present, and they all speculated who this person was.
At this time, Jing Chen came back and sat down in a serious manner: "He is a golden opportunity, how about it?"
"Very powerful." Feng Jueyu didn't say much, keeping his eyes on Qianfengji, and asked in passing: "How many people are like him?"
Jing Chenbai's eyes looked up, and he thought for a while and held out three fingers: "Count him, at least three."
"A lot." Feng Jueyu took a deep breath, and then asked: "What are your chances of winning if you fight him?"
Jing Chen was suddenly startled: "You really dare to think about it." After saying that, he began to think seriously, and after a long time he replied: "Probably not, but it is not easy for him to defeat me easily. I am an assassin, I am good at it.
The special skills are how to kill and escape."
"..." Killer Feng was speechless again. This ancestor of the Jing family seemed a bit too straightforward.
But it’s true that people like this are easy to like.
Feng Jueyu smiled and said nothing. Finally Feng Rulan stood up with a dragon crutch. The old lady looked excited. Although she did not introduce Qianfengji, she was still respectful before the start of the semi-finals.
He gave a blessing to the old man on the high chair.
Then he said: "I announce that the semi-finals will now begin. First, I invite Jing Qingqing and Cheng Shaojing to come on stage to compete..."
Amidst thunderous applause, Jing Qingqing came on stage with a dull face. Opposite him, Cheng Shaojing walked to the corner with a sinister look. As soon as the two came up, the audience who had been waiting for a long time began to talk enthusiastically; Fatty Ding sat at the end of the Ding family with a happy face.
One row didn't care whether the competition started or not, and kept touching a booklet in his hand.
According to relevant sources, Fatty made a lot of money in this competition. He had a thorough grasp of the situation and the source of the information, and accurately controlled the odds of the handicap, making huge profits.
Big money.
Of course, what hurts the fat man is that this huge sum of money contains 30% of Zhu Yeqing's...
Compared with the previous two events, as soon as the semi-finals started, the loud shouting ended and was replaced by unprecedented calm and depression.
In fact, this kind of atmosphere does not make people feel strange. After all, the competition has reached this stage and is already a showdown between real masters. The excitement and passion that people long for have subtly transformed into a desire for martial arts. You can watch it.
Such a battle is simply a great gift for those warriors who are still pursuing the threshold of the Tianwu Realm. At this time, whoever does not focus on moves and swordsmanship will be the biggest idiot in the world.
Watching master-level battles can greatly help you understand the true meaning of martial arts. Who would be willing to miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?
As for Jing Qingqing and Cheng Shaojing in the ring, they have known each other for a long time. To put it bluntly, the two of them almost grew up wearing crotchless pants together. Who doesn't know the other?
So there was no need to talk nonsense. The moment the referee announced the start, the two of them took out their weapons and fought to the same point...
The semi-finals promotion match is a key step in the election of the central and jungle city leaders. It can be said that whoever wins this game will at least be the deputy city leader. And at this time, the trump cards of the two warring parties have also begun to be revealed. Whoever keeps it will be given to the other party.
A surprising opportunity to win.
As a result, a competition that was originally expected to be between high-level players reached a fever pitch as soon as it started, causing gasps of air to be heard frequently in the stands. As soon as Jing Qingqing and Cheng Shaojing came up, they activated their true energy to the peak of the second level of Shenwu.
The world seemed to be shrouded in a layer of thick green mist. Two powerful forces tore each other apart. The aura between heaven and earth instantly became fragmented. Jing Wuqing and Cheng Shaojing turned into two green lightnings, colliding with each other and bursting out.
Fierce sparks.
The iron sword and the round sword overlap one another, making shadows. The flashing shadows of the swords make a deafening sound, and the sword aura flies uncontrollably into the sky.
In just the blink of an eye, the two of them made nearly twenty moves at each other. The speed was so fast that it made people's legs tremble.
Compared with the previous match between Feng Jueyu and Lin Xin, the two were even more intense. However, when Feng Jueyu and Lin Xin fought, the two of them perfected their moves bit by bit, among which the more intense
Most of them include clever interpretations of using moves to make moves.
Cheng Shaojing and Jing Qingqing are completely different. Cheng Shaojing's magic power is so powerful that it's like a ghost crying and a wolf howling. Even his true energy is thick green with bursts of black energy overflowing. It's like a storm roaring in the cold night, making people fearful.
It is to fight fast, you are faster than me, and I am even faster. His speed changed invisibly three or four times. In just an instant, he turned into a green thunderbolt, surrounding Cheng Shaojing.
When you lift it up, at a rough look, it looks like a green line without a head or tail wrapping Cheng Shaojing into a cocoon.
Coincidentally, Jing Qingqing's swordsmanship had obvious traces of flames. A moment later, lightning flashed, like a thunderbolt, and clear flame tail marks on the ring were moving in a blazing trajectory several times.
, Cheng Shaojing's clothes were ignited by the flames that suddenly flashed around him, igniting star-shaped flames.
"This is the Red Lightning Sword Technique." Feng Jueyu knew what Jing Qingqing was using at first glance, but isn't the Red Lightning Sword Technique the Jing family's last trump card? If he uses it so early, isn't he afraid of being broken by Cheng Shaojing?
Lose?
Jing Chen smiled brightly at the side: "What's there to worry about? If you can beat it, you can beat it. You can defeat the enemy with one move. If you can't beat it, you can't beat it. A hundred martial arts skills are useless. Instead of wasting your energy, it's better to defeat the enemy with one move.
Those who use killing moves can save some energy if they win, and if they lose..."
"What if you lose?" Feng Jueyu stared at Jing Chen.
"Just go home and take care of yourself, I won't die..."
"..." Killer Feng found that his thinking could not keep up with Jing Chen's. This old guy was so straightforward that it was unacceptable, but he could tell a lot of thought-provoking truths.
He was right. If he could defeat him, a red electric sword technique would be enough. It could stimulate all the true energy of Jing Qingqing, a descendant of a family of assassins, to the point where he could reach the most powerful level.
If you can't win like this, no matter how many martial arts you try, it will be in vain. If you lose, just go home and take care of yourself.
Not to mention, this method must be used to deal with a weird guy like Cheng Shaojing, leaving him no chance to think and making it impossible for him to come back. It seems that Jing Chen has given Jing Qing Wu some guidance, otherwise he would not be so aggressive.
The advantage of rushing and rushing forward is that Cheng Shaojing was suppressed by Jing Qingqing as soon as he started. Even though his martial arts were gorgeous and varied, he was still restrained everywhere. The reason was that Jing Wuqing's sword was too fast.
In the end, it was so fast that the Red Lightning Sword Technique forced him to reach the third level of Shenwu without any reservations.
The aura that was stronger than the second level was exuded, and the whole arena was boiling. In the three days of the competition, from the preliminary round to the quarter-finals to the quarter-finals, the competitors' cultivation level was constantly improving. Before the finals,
A master of the third level of Shenwu actually appeared, Jing Qingqing, who was worthy of being called a hero among the younger generations.
On the high chair, Qian Fengji opened his eyes for the first time, narrowed his eyes to a narrow gap, and said with a rare compliment: "Well, Jing Qingqing is a pretty good kid, and he will hopefully get a glimpse of the mysterious realm in his lifetime."
This was the supreme compliment. Jing Juexin was overjoyed and showed pride. He looked back and clasped his fists: "Thank you for the compliment, senior."
But immediately, Qianfengji said again: "The boy from the Cheng family is not bad either."
Before he could finish speaking, Cheng Shaojing's body also lit up with a richer emerald green light...
"Third level of divine martial arts!"
There was an uproar in the stands. It turned out to be the third level of Shenwu. At this time, they had no intention of retaining their strength.
"Okay!" Everyone's blood suddenly boiled, and they roared together for the first time since the war began. Then, pairs of blazing eyes stared closely at the two people who were once again evenly matched in the middle of the field.
But just when the two of them made up their mind to fight to the death, Cheng Shaojing suddenly turned his back and made a hidden movement that Feng Jueyu could clearly capture. This guy seemed to have stuffed something into his mouth.