Regarding this battle, there is no doubt that everyone is optimistic about Qin Yu, and there will be no suspense about his promotion to the semi-finals.
The only expectation is how much strength Feng Ye can force Qin Yu to do.
This is not to underestimate Feng Ye, but Qin Yu has been crushing his opponents since the beginning of the Dragon Gate competition. He has been fighting all the way.
If it weren't for Lin Yun, killing two young masters in succession would have attracted too much attention.
The light of Master Feiyu is even more dazzling.
"You are no match for me, just admit defeat."
On the King's Battle Stage, Qin Yu looked at Feng Ye lazily, his expression not very serious.
It seemed that Lin Yun's future made him a little unhappy.
The Dragon Gate Competition is an excellent opportunity to publicly kill your opponent. If you don't come, you will be in trouble in the future.
"Hehe, you are a ruthless guy. If your opponent doesn't admit defeat, the end will be quite miserable, either dead or maimed."
Feng Ye didn't refute and smiled casually.
"Really? Now that you know it, get out of here."
Qin Yu was arrogant and said very rudely. He also had no good impression of this barbarian and did not want to pretend.
The people of the Qin Empire were basically like this.
Although the sects outside the border can participate in the Dragon Gate Competition, no one has ever been able to obtain the title of Young Master. Feng Ye set a precedent, but it made many people in Qin unhappy, feeling that he had taken away the title of Young Master.
Faced with Qin Yu's scolding, Feng Ye grinned: "Grandpa, I don't have any merit. I just can bear the beating. If you can, just knock me down and stop talking about useless things."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was an uproar from all directions in Longmen Square.
This Feng Ye lived up to his name and was quite wild. Knowing how terrifying Qin Yu was, he dared to act like this, which was unexpected.
"act recklessly."
Qin Yu's face was slightly cold, and the true energy in his body was surging, surging with terrifying power of fire. It was like a volcano, and in the silence, it brought a dull and terrifying pressure to people.
"Who knows how to live or die? You have to try to find out!"
Feng Ye's body surged with energy, and bursts of bone-exploding sounds suddenly came from his body, and his burly figure swelled again. He, who was already strong, suddenly became even taller, like a mountain.
He took a step forward, and his energy spread out wildly in the rush, like an ancient beast walking in the world.
Compared to the Hunyuan Sect's Dragon Elephant Fighting Technique, the technique practiced by Feng Ye was more rough and primitive.
As he continued to walk forward, the expanding energy in his body became more and more astonishing, almost condensing into substance. It turned into a strange existence like blood and viscosity, attached to his body. When he was about to get closer, he clenched his five fingers into a fist.
blasted out.
boom!
The clenched fist is enough to attach the entire face of an ordinary person, and the flowing bloody light converges on the fist to produce sharp barbs, making it look even more ferocious and weird.
Qin Yu raised his brows and sneered with disdain at the corner of his mouth, "The little tricks of heresy are all vain in the face of absolute power!"
Boom!
After the words fell, the flaming true energy surging in his body surged out and filled his whole body. The earth-level skill Xuanyang Jue was fully activated by him for the first time. In an instant, the aura on his body was approaching Zifu, and then completely exceeded it.
Today is the final battle, and Qin Yu doesn't want to hide anymore.
He wants to declare his existence, crush the wild people openly and openly, and tell everyone who is the real protagonist of the Dragon Gate Competition.
Feng Ye was struck hard by the roaring fist, and he was immediately startled. His huge body was forcibly intimidated by the opponent's momentum.
"Take a punch from me and then talk about it!"
But the distance was already enough, Feng Ye roared angrily, and struck down hard with his fist, which was as bright as the claws of a wild beast.
The bloody barb attached to the fist seemed to break the air, falling like thunder, breaking several long airflows.
Qin Yu's face was stern, and he raised his hand to greet him with a palm. The flame light on his body suddenly condensed into the shadow of a giant, as if
It was like a flaming god, rising to a height of several feet in an instant, several times larger than Feng Ye.
Bang!
The palm light that crushed everything fell from the sky, smashing all the fist lights that came towards him.
In the aftermath of the turmoil, a strong wind blew up on the King's Battle Stage. The moment the wind started blowing up, Qin Yu took a step forward and then landed another palm.
Bang!
There was a trace of blood on the corner of Feng Ye's mouth, and he was forced to take several steps back after being slapped. His whole body was extremely sore, and the fire essence kept raging in his body.
"Come again!"
While roaring, Feng Ye stamped his feet heavily on the ground. He was in mid-air, and his fists bloomed like fierce flames, branching out into thousands of streams of light. Thousands of streams of light were like snakes in the river, opened their fangs, and fell towards Qin Yu overwhelmingly.
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This killing move was so terrifying that the whole world seemed to change color.
Qin Yu frowned slightly, was stunned for a moment, and then said: "It's a small trick."
The flames that filled his body were concentrated in his palms in a single thought. His palms suddenly bloomed with dazzling light like the sun, and then he raised his hand to meet the dragon snakes derived from thousands of streams of light.
The light of Xuanyang!
Bang!
Under this palm light that was comparable to the brilliance of the sun, all the dragon snakes that had evolved from the stream of light were evaporated in just an instant.
"That's it!"
At the moment of evaporation, Qin Yu raised his eyebrows and dodged in front of Feng Ye. He stood with his hands behind his back and smacked it out with only his right hand.
Bang bang bang!
He struck out four palms in a row, and with each strike, Feng Ye spit out blood and took a step back.
"Go away!"
When the fifth palm was blasted out, Feng Ye's body like a hill flew out of the fighting platform and fell to the ground.
Lost!
Although everyone had expected that Feng Ye would lose, they did not expect that the defeat would be so miserable. From the beginning to the end, Qin Yu's left hand was behind his back and he did not attack.
But this Feng Ye is okay, as he said, he is rough-skinned and thick-skinned.
After being knocked off the battlefield, he could still get up and move around freely, and walked back cursing.
This battle can be regarded as showing Qin Yu's strength in front of everyone. It can be regarded as seeing Qin Yu's true strength. No wonder, he swept all the way without revealing anything.
It is actually his strength that is much higher than his opponents.
As strong as Feng Ye, he only deserves one hand.
"It seems that the top spot in the Dragon Gate Competition must be Qin Yu!" Many people secretly exclaimed, shocked.
"Qin Yu won and successfully advanced to the winner's bracket. In the second battle, Si Xueyi will face Mr. Shui Yue!"
The battle just now made everyone's hearts excited, and soon the second fierce battle will begin, which is quite dizzying.
The battle between Si Xueyi and Mr. Shuiyue is quite eye-catching. Both of them are disciples of Moyue Villa. Si Xueyi has also defeated Mr. Changji before, so the outcome is hard to say.
In addition, there is another point, that is, Si Xueyi is too handsome.
As soon as he appeared on the stage, the eyes of female warriors from all over the world were almost impossible to take away from his face.
I have to say that this battle did not live up to everyone's expectations.
Young Master Shuiyue finally used her famous Yanyun Sword Technique in the Qin Dynasty. Unexpectedly, Si Xueyi also used the Yanyun Sword against her.
However, one person used a sword, while Si Xueyi used the folding fan with the bright moon, mountains, rivers and vast rivers painted on it from beginning to end.
Two elites from Demon Moon Villa displayed the dazzling Yanyun Sword Technique, showing the power of Yanyun Sword Technique vividly.
The battle was more stalemate than outsiders imagined.
It can be seen that both Mr. Shuiyue and Si Xueyi have an incomparable desire for the top four. Although they come from the same sect, they do not hold back at all in the duel between them.
In the end, Si Xueyi took one step ahead and defeated Mr. Shuiyue by half a move.
He used his fan as a sword, and in the smoke and cloud sword technique, he made a different attack and found a path that no one else could understand.
Mr. Shuiyue, although he has practiced the Yanyun Sword Technique to an extremely high level, which is perfect, after a hundred moves, he obviously couldn't resist it and gave up in advance.
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He handed over his hand and sent Si Xueyi to the semi-finals.
"Chengzheng, thank you, senior sister."
Si Xueyi shook her folding fan and bowed her hands.
"I'm not giving in. Junior brother, since you have entered the semi-finals, you have to fight for at least a place in the top three for our Demon Moon Villa."
Although he was defeated, he was defeated at the hands of his fellow disciples, so Master Shuiyue was not in a bad mood.
Another person advanced.
However, where the Lingxiao Sword Pavilion is located, Lin Yun is still not seen, which makes people confused.
The semi-finals are almost over. Could it be that he is really going to be absent?
On the Purple Green Throne, King Qin glanced casually, and then said: "The third battle, Young Master Xiaobai will fight against Young Master Qingshan."
According to the rules, Lin Yun lost and could only struggle in the loser group, unable to compete for the top three and first place.
Of course, if the other party is willing to choose hell mode, there is a glimmer of hope. However, King Qin believes that even if Lin Yun comes, he will not really choose hell mode.
Not to mention the difficulty of the wheel battle, but the punishment for losing has to be thought about.
That hell mode, once chosen, there is no way out.
Either win, attract world attention, and dominate the crowd; or lose, suffer a complete defeat, and lose everything.
On the King's Battle Stage, Bai Lixuan and Yue Qing appeared one after another.
Bai Lixuan unsheathed his sword and held the sharp sword in his hand. The whole body seemed to be integrated with the sword in his hand. Coupled with the power of the holy body, he on the king's battlefield gave people the impression of being unparalleled in sharpness.
Invincible.
When the sword in his hand was pointed at Yue Qing, everyone had an illusion.
Yue Qing seems to be dead.
The power of his sword completely crushed Yue Qing's edge, so that only one aura could be sensed on the stage.
It's Bai Lixuan's sword. Only his sword shines with light, dazzling and dazzling.
"Damn it!"
Yue Qing's face looked slightly embarrassed. This crushing advantage made people feel desperate. For a moment, it seemed that his reputation as a young master was in name only.
Even if they were to close the country, they would be defeated miserably.
But Qin Yu was forced to use Xuanyang Technique with all his strength, and even fought with the opponent several times. It made people see Qin Yu's true strength, and he was not unjustly defeated.
But now, Bai Lixuan pointed his sword at him from a distance, and the winner was already decided.
"Among the Eighth Young Masters, you should be the weakest. Compared to your senior brother, Young Master Guan Shan, you are still a little behind."
Bai Lixuan looked at the other party and said without changing his expression.
"Stop talking, I admit defeat."
Yue Qing smiled bitterly and said feebly.
"Concession."
Sheathing the sword, Bai Lixuan watched the opponent step off the stage, but his thoughts were not on Yue Qing.
He glanced at the entrance of Longmen Square, thinking thoughtfully, is that guy really not coming?
"The fourth battle, Young Master Yunzhen versus Young Master Burial Flower."
After Bai Lixuan stepped down, King Qin spoke calmly.
Lin Yun's lateness is equivalent to abstaining, and Yunzhen has already won. He only needs to go through the motions to be promoted to the semi-finals. Even if Lin Yun really comes, he will only be eligible to fight with Yunzhen's consent.
There have been similar examples in the past.
But as long as the opponent is unwilling and arrives in time, he will be forcibly judged to lose.
Yun Zhen boarded the King's Arena without any interest, looked at the referee and said, "Stop dragging your feet, this kid won't make it."
The referee secretly thought it was a pity. The Dragon Gate Competition is held every three years. It is really a pity that he did not arrive in time and was sentenced to lose.
But rules are rules and cannot be changed by individuals.
"Huh?"
But just when the referee was about to announce Yunzhen's victory, his expression changed slightly.
"What's going on?"
Yunzhen looked along the referee's line of sight. At the end of his line of sight, a familiar figure came into view, and his pupils shrank sharply.
