Chu Xionghe's injuries were serious, but fortunately his life was not in danger. After Tang Fengliu went up to the stage to investigate for a while, he felt relieved, and then allowed the Beggar Clan to help him down.
The Flying Dragon Envoy still stood there, staring straight at Tang Feng and said coldly: "The last three strong ones have been born. Sooner or later there will be a battle between you and me. I'm waiting for you!"
After saying these words, the flying dragon envoy turned around angrily, dispersed the scarlet blood mist surrounding his body, and stepped down from the stage holding the circular magic knife tightly.
Tang Feng looked at his back and originally wanted to say something. After all, he could see that the other party was using magic skills, and if things continued like this, he would probably fall into a point of no return.
I'm afraid even Feilongji himself knows this very well, but unfortunately he shows no signs of stopping. Since he understands it himself, why should others say more.
Thinking of this, Tang Feng shook his head slightly, sighed, and then slowly walked off the stage.
Lu Zhanpeng walked to the center of the ring at this time, waved his hands to signal everyone to calm down, and then said: "The dragon group's flying dragon envoys faced off against the beggar's group Chu Xionghe, and the flying dragon envoys won this battle!"
After the words fell, the scene once again erupted into quite a commotion. After it calmed down a bit, Lu Zhanpeng said again: "The next step is the top three competition. Please invite the last three outstanding talents to come to the stage to draw lots."
The last three people are naturally Tang Long Ci and Fei Long Shi from the dragon group, and there is also Duan Feiyang from Dali who has a bye.
Lu Zhanpeng looked at the three people who were slowly coming onto the stage and said: "Because only one champion will be selected for this Huashan Sword Competition, and the remaining two top three are not ranked, so in the next draw, one person will get a bye."
"There are two sets of serial numbers in the box. Those who draw the same serial numbers will face off first, and the remaining one will take a break. Finally, the winner will compete in the finals!"
This reason is not difficult to understand. This Huashan sword competition only selects one champion. In other words, the second and third places are not important, so no matter who gets a bye, it doesn't mean much.
The flying dragon's eyes were fierce. No matter what the situation, he would hold the full moon scarlet magic sword tightly, as if the sword had penetrated deep into his bones and could no longer be given up.
Without any nonsense, he walked over first, stretched out his hand, pulled out the serial number, and wrote these two words on the card.
"To be honest, Tang Long Ci, I would rather face you this round than fight against the Flying Dragon Envoy. His magic sword is really terrifying." Duan Feiyang suddenly laughed.
Tang Feng also laughed, shook his head and said, "Do you mean that I am not as good as the Flying Dragon Envoy?"
Duan Feiyang waved his hand quickly and said: "That's not true. Based on my analysis of your battle situation just now, I'm afraid it will be more difficult for me to deal with the flying dragon's magic sword."
Tang Feng smiled and did not answer. He understood the meaning of Duan Feiyang's words. Judging from the previous battles, the strength displayed by the Flying Dragon Envoy was stronger than him.
But one thing that everyone doesn't know is that until now, Tang Feng has not used all his strength. Even Tang Feng doesn't know what kind of terrifying situation he will reach if he tries his best.
Duan Feiyang quickly went up to draw lots, and the card he pulled out showed a single word, and he was not selected to face off with the Flying Dragon Envoy. This made him slightly relieved.
Seeing his expression, everyone knew clearly that Duan Feiyang had lost to the Flying Dragon Envoy in terms of momentum. If the two of them had a duel, they would definitely lose to the Flying Dragon Envoy.
In the end, only Tang Feng was left. His lottery number was very important. If he got two, he would have a duel with the Flying Dragon Envoy. If he got one, he would have a duel with Duan Feiyang.
Suddenly, everyone was looking at him, and the huge valley suddenly became quiet. Tang Feng shook his head and smiled, and walked over immediately.
The serial number was quickly pulled out, and there was a single word written on the card.
When Duan Feiyang saw this, he immediately smiled and said: "Tang Longci, I have been waiting for this moment for several days, now let me see your clever move."
Tang Feng also turned to look at him and said with a smile: "To be honest, I have also wanted to see the three unique skills of the Duan family in Dali for a long time."
The Flying Dragon Master had a bye this round, and he suddenly said in a cold voice: "Dragon Thorn Master, I'll be waiting for you in the next round. I hope you won't disappoint me!" After saying this, he suddenly flicked his sleeves, then turned around and stepped off the stage.
Duan Feiyang looked very excited and said: "Brother Long Ci, you just finished fighting not long ago. I wonder if you have rested. If not, I can wait a little longer."
Tang Feng waved his hand and said: "No need, we can compete now."
Duan Feiyang no longer insisted, looked at Lu Zhanpeng beside him, and motioned for him to announce.
Lu Zhanpeng immediately stepped forward and said: "Since both of you are ready, I announce that the top three competition, the duel between Tang Longci and Dali Duan Feiyang in the dragon group, has officially begun!"
Duan Feiyang cupped his hands and said, "Brother Long Ci, please!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the man stepped out from under his feet, and what he was performing was the Duan family's secret skill, the Lingbo Micro Steps and the Ultimate Movement and Qinggong.
Once this kind of body technique is used, the body suddenly becomes heavy, like a ghost in blue smoke, and its traces are erratic.
"Brother Long Ci, be careful!" Duan Feiyang shouted softly and struck out with a palm. His speed was incredible.
Tang Feng smiled, but still stood still. Suddenly, he punched out, and bang, the afterimage was flying like smoke, and he fell back on the spot.
When the people in the audience saw this scene, they suddenly burst into sighs. Many people exclaimed: "What's going on? Duan Feiyang was knocked away with just one punch. This is incredible!"
"It seems that the Duan family's Lingbo Weibu is not as powerful as the legend says!"
"You are wrong. It's not that Lingbo Weibu is not powerful, but that Tang Long Ci is too strong. Even if Duan Feiyang performs such a superb movement and light skill, he can't be faster than Tang Long Ci!"
Although Duan Feiyang was knocked back by the punch, he did not suffer any injuries. He patted his clothes and said, "Brother Long Ci is really powerful. He can even see through my Duan family's Lingbo Weibu movement."
Tang Feng smiled lightly and said: "Although body skills are good, at our level, if you think that you can suppress people with body skills alone, then it is too simplistic."
Speaking of this, he said in a deep voice: "Show off your special skills, otherwise you won't be able to beat me!"
Duan Feiyang said resolutely: "Okay, then I won't hold back anymore!" After saying this, he swept out again and used Lingbo Weibu again.
But midway in the air, he suddenly fired out his right hand, and instantly a stream of energy shot out.
The white aura, like a rainbow, is so powerful that it is the Yangzhi of the Duan family in Dali!
"Dragon Fist!" Tang Feng used the Dragon Blood Transformation and fired three dragon fists in one breath.
Three dragon-ending fists intertwined with each other and rushed out, breaking the opponent's Yang Finger on the spot.
"What a terrifying power of Dragon Fist!" Duan Feiyang's body moved continuously, and he pointed out one Yang finger one after another.
