However, Zhuge Duhan was newly promoted to the level of Martial Emperor at the final level, and the team did not have much time to practice. Somehow, he felt that Su Qi had already caught up with his cultivation level, and now, even
Already surpassed him.
There is nothing fancy about their moves. This kind of battle is like two bulls competing for pure strength, constantly colliding and roaring.
This kind of battle arouses men's blood the most. Amidst the sounds of weapons clashing, the roars all around became louder and louder.
"Kill, kill, kill, kill!"
The sounds of killing and the murderous intent criss-crossed each other, making the arena look like an ancient battlefield.
"boom!"
After another heavy blow, Su Qi, who had a stronger foundation, finally defeated Zhuge Duhan by half, and forcefully knocked away the latter's two-handed sword.
There was no pursuit, Su Qi just put down the giant axe, and then rubbed his numb arms.
Zhuge Duhan shook his head and smiled bitterly. His arms shook even more violently. Obviously, in the previous confrontation, he had endured more than Su Qi.
"Okay, I know you are great. I lost this time, but I won't lose to you next time!"
After saying these words gracefully, Zhuge Duhan pulled away and leaped off the arena. Naturally, the Dragon Team won this battle.
However, after a very tough battle with Zhuge Duhan, Su Qi had also lost the ability to fight again. He looked at the masters on Lengyue Thirteen Swords with some dissatisfaction and retreated helplessly.
The arena.
The one who appears again is Jiu Qian Ding.
This big man is now full of confidence. Although his talent is not the best, he is definitely the hardest working one. If others practice for one hour, he will definitely practice for two hours.
Ye Lin once asked him in private why he worked so hard. He just patted his head honestly and said with a smile: "The captain is so awesome, and the space ring and the seventh-level magic beast are, what can I get in return?"
?I am stupid and don’t know how to speak, but I have a heart that refuses to admit defeat. If I can’t do what you can do in the same time, then I will spend ten times the time to do it..."
Now, it's time for Jiu Qian Ding to prove himself.
Before leaving the field, he specifically looked back at Leng Meiying, who smiled encouragingly at him.
I don’t know when, whether it’s Meng Changsheng, Xiang Duxiu, or Jiu Qian Ding, they all have an invisible trust in Leng Meiying. This kind of trust is almost something they have never felt before, and now they can feel it.
, but very considerate.
Jumping onto the stage, Jiu Qian Ding found that his opponent was already waiting on the stage.
After being defeated by Zhuge Duhan, Leng Yue Thirteen Swordsmen no longer dared to be careless. After the young man in gray robe, a young woman with fiery red hair jumped out.
The woman was not very handsome, and her face could only be described as ordinary, but her aura was enough to make anyone put aside their contempt.
"Hanshilin is indeed a place where many talents come out, hahaha!"
Without saying anything, Jiu Qian Ding laughed and charged towards him with a pair of iron fists raised.
Jiu Qian Ding's fists are no ordinary fists. This is something Huang Long, a bitter old man in the stands, has experienced most.
