This is a venue specially built for the "Martial Holy War". It has a history of several decades. It has been renovated and renovated a few days ago, increasing the number of spectator seats around it and adding a layer of protection to the original one.
The bluestone-paved arena is more than three hundred meters long and wide. It is often seriously damaged and needs to be repaired. There are no mottled marks. Only at the "exit" of the warrior passage on the left is a stone tablet, which contains the original call for the establishment of a profession.
Mr. Lin’s calligraphy of Sai’s Lin Zhongxun:
"The Saint of Martial Arts"!
When the "Martial Holy War" entered the top 32 stage, and when the number of single-round games was reduced to the point where no additional venue was needed, all games returned here, back to night!
As the last of the eight games on the first day, Lou Cheng didn't pay much attention to the previous battles. He went through the gains and thoughts from watching Feng Zhi's video over and over again in his mind, sometimes reviewing, sometimes deliberating, focusing and serious.
When the penultimate game started, he stopped all this to let his mind relax and not be too tense.
His eyes stayed on the big screen in the lounge. He saw that Peng Leyun was suppressed by "Qilin" Dong Ba. He was always passive. He tried his best to fight back several times, or used his body skills to maneuver around. He was like a few waves in the rolling river.
fleeting.
"As expected of the 'top three in the world'..." Lou Cheng muttered to himself silently with a half-smile and half-generous expression.
If it were me, if I were in the current situation of the "Taoist", I wouldn't be able to do better than him!
While admiring the battle, he picked up his mobile phone and flipped through the news, then "tremblingly" sent the title and link to Yan Zheke:
"Battle of Trials"!
"If you want to stand on the final stage, you can't just talk!"
"Lou Cheng's test is coming!"
"If it's a first-rate one, just get through it!"
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Yan Zheke quickly responded, "turning the table over" and said:
"Are you looking for excitement by watching this? I couldn't bear to tell you before!"
She was afraid that this would disturb Lou Cheng's state of mind.
Lou Cheng "snickered" and said, "It's just for excitement, to add a bit of a desperate feeling!"
"That's okay..." The girl was stunned.
She thought of the matter of pure intention and roughly understood the reason. She did not ask any more questions and instead cheered:
"Don't just risk your life to survive, you must strategically despise your opponent, feel that he is inferior to you, and have the belief that you will win!"
"Except for his hair, I really can't think of anything about him that's worse than me..." Lou Cheng deliberately joked.
"Who said that!" Yan Zheke said angrily, "You have a wife, but he doesn't!"
"...That makes sense!" Lou Cheng almost laughed out loud, then remembered a certain piece of gossip, so he enthusiastically shared it with Ke Xiaoke, "I heard Empress Luo mention something yesterday, saying that Feng Zhi was still the ninth grader.
At the meeting, for the first time, I went out with a few gangsters from the same school to fool around, found a shady club, and yelled about it. In the end, someone else took away a girl, and he took away Mamasang."
When this happened, no one knew that Feng Zhi would eventually become a super strong man. His friends did not try to hide it for him. Instead, they treated it as a joke and spread it. From then on, his special preferences were revealed.
As the strength increases step by step, it spreads wider and wider.
Yan Zheke said with shame: "You can't tell from his appearance... Really, you can't tell a person by his appearance!"
Feng Zhi has a simple and honest appearance, a simple temperament, and a premature baldness in his youth. He looks like an old farmer who cleared wasteland and planted trees on Kongtong Mountain.
While chatting, the competition between Peng Leyun and Dong Baxian came to an end. Although the former struggled to come back from the edge of failure time and time again, which was impressive, he still failed to create a miracle in the end.
Poor "Taoist"... After Lou Cheng lamented the other party's luck, he said to Yan Zheke:
"I'm going to adjust my condition and make final preparations."
"Yeah, come on!" the girl replied immediately, then bit her lip and added, "If you can achieve your goal this time, I, I will take one day, take one day, emmmm, I will listen to you in everything!"
Lou Cheng seemed to be able to picture the expression and appearance of the little fairy at this moment in his mind. He thought for a few seconds with the corner of his mouth raised unconsciously, and half-jokingly responded with a "snorting" expression:
"If I lose, it must be because this cheering makes me unable to calm down..."
"Is it my fault?" Yan Zheke was angry and funny.
The young couple didn't talk much. Lou Cheng put down his phone, closed his eyes, let his thoughts slowly settle, and formed an ice heart, adjusting his body condition bit by bit.
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In a lounge on the other side, Feng Zhi stood in front of the mirror, holding hairspray, applying the remaining hair and arranging it to the most suitable position.
When doing this, his eyes were focused and his expression was serious, just like the ancient swordsman who always burns incense, fasts, bathes and cleans his clothes before dueling with others.
Be loyal to the sword and pay attention to the enemy!
After doing all this, Feng Zhi flicked on his off-white martial arts uniform, straightened his back suddenly, and slowly walked towards the long table where the "Quitian Sword" was laid flat.
He stretched out his right palm, grasped the sheath, and picked it up solemnly. Suddenly there was a gentle breeze around him. He turned around, looked at the door, and walked over step by step.
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Fifteen minutes later, the eighth game of 32 to 16 began. At both ends of the clear "road" illuminated by the lights, Lou Cheng, dressed in navy blue, and Feng Zhi, with a slightly swaying white robe, appeared almost at the same time.
They restrained their momentum, looked at each other calmly, and walked forward as usual in the field where the bluestone had been urgently replaced and repaired, and arrived at the predetermined positions on both sides of the referee.
Without further ado, "conversation time" begins.
Feng Zhi raised his left hand holding the scabbard and saluted. His movements were flawless. It seemed that for him, drawing a sword in a competition was a sacred matter.
When the other party returned the courtesy, he remained silent and did not speak, as if he was clumsy with words, but Lou Cheng knew very well that in private situations, Feng Zhi was quick-thinking and good at communicating.
He didn't say anything just because he didn't respect the sword!
All mental confrontations and verbal stimulation are disrespectful to the sword!
Lou Cheng had no intention of irritating his enemies with his dark history, and perhaps Feng Zhi was proud of it. He also remained silent, with a hidden momentum, allowing the red, lavender and other flames to condense out in balance and circle around.
Three minutes later, the referee who had retreated to the edge raised his right hand and waved it down suddenly:
"start!"
Zheng!
The sound of gold and iron clashing across the clear sky echoed for a long time. Feng Zhi pulled out a long sword that looked like a pool of autumn water and slashed forward twice, as if he was drawing a cross on a white paper in the void!
With two whooshing sounds, a cyan crescent moon as thin as a cicada's wing and highly condensed appeared, one behind the other, crisscrossed and layered with tearing airflow.
Lou Cheng did not dodge, but the golden fireball spun behind him and blasted out.
The crescent-like sword light approached, dividing it into four equal parts like a real sharp weapon, penetrating through by itself, and its power was only slightly reduced.
At this moment, the golden fireball suddenly lost its balance in advance and exploded on the spot. The wave swallowed the sword light inside, as if it was still under control.
After trying his hand, Feng Zhi kicked off his feet and rushed towards his opponent with a roar. The long sword in his hand slashed or slashed, triggering "blue crescents" that were as fast as thunder, making the air light criss-cross in the air.
Lou Cheng turned around and stepped forward, swaying in the strong wind, dodging or blocking, avoiding or striking, all in a steady and orderly manner, without any hesitation.
In this green crescent, there was a sudden flash of light, and Feng Zhi's long sword came suddenly, leaving behind a dragon-shaped hurricane of dust and the sound of hot pursuit.
Lou Cheng had a premonition, he had already shaken out his arm, and struck the "Quitian Sword" diagonally. The "five fires" behind him rotated faster, seeming to condense.
But in the end, he resisted the urge to complete the victory in one battle. He believed that Feng Zhi, as a super strong man, could not leave such a big flaw and fight "Five Fires and Nine Revolutions. The Great Sun is Coming".
His sword must have a backhand, in order to stimulate me to condense the "Five Fires"... In a flash of thought, Lou Cheng stabilized his balance and poured all the ice energy in his body into his fist, intending to use "ice"
Hou Zhi sighed and blocked the long sword.
Seeing that the two were about to collide, the sword light suddenly dispersed and turned into a violent wind sweeping the surrounding area. Feng Zhi's figure was hidden in it, making it difficult to find.
The third form of "Wind Part", "Rootless Duckweed"!
This is both a unique skill to relieve force and a secret method to avoid it!
Woo! The sound of wind filled his ears, and his face was cut like a knife. Lou Cheng's eyebrows suddenly jumped, he pulled his shoulder violently, turned his right fist into a claw, and held it in front of his face.
In the strong wind, a piece of flickering metal light wrapped around a small cyan sword tip came out silently, pointing towards his forehead, but under the prejudgment, it was like falling into a trap.
Bang! Lou Cheng's five green-black fingers scratched through the tiny green ring surrounding the tip of his opponent's sword.
This green color is the wind transformed by the strong force, maintaining the balance of the long sword. As soon as they collapsed, the tip of the sword immediately trembled and was pushed to slightly change its direction. It pressed against the back of Lou Cheng's hand and stabbed him in the face. It was cold.
The cold feeling made goose bumps appear instantly.
"The Sword of Uncertainty"!
The swordsmanship performed by the powerful men of the Kongtong Academy based on the "Fengbu" is said to be unpredictable!
The essence of this sword technique is that the "wind force" attached is not to hurt people, but to surround the sword body and maintain balance. Once it comes into contact with people and a strong external force joins in, the "wind force" will immediately become unbalanced, and the sword will become
Toward, beyond the enemy's expectation.
As for where it will stab in the end, the user himself cannot tell before that, so it is called the "Uncertain Sword"!
It was like a poisonous snake swam across his skin, and Lou Cheng's hairs stood up. However, he did not rush to avoid the sword. He just turned his head, tensed his muscles, swung his knees, flew up with his left foot, and turned his calf into a whip.
Pull forward.
Bang!
He kicked the scabbard that came out of nowhere and stabbed his lower abdomen!
This is Feng Zhi’s real killer move!
Use the "Sword of Uncertainty" at the top to force the enemy into panic, hold the sheath at the bottom and deliver a fatal blow!
When the other party understands and is prepared to deal with it in advance, it can turn fiction into reality, reality into fiction, and let the "Sword of Uncertainty" become the main attack!
Of course, there are no perfect moves in the world. It is difficult to maintain the "Sword of Uncertainty". Feng Zhi cannot control it while stabbing out the scabbard. He can only wait until the balance is broken and the out-of-control "Wind Power" automatically pushes the sword.
When the tip changes direction, you can free your hand to do the next step.
This creates a difference between before and after, leaving a certain gap!
When Lou Cheng's flying leg hit the scabbard, white mist suddenly filled the air around his palm, causing the airflow to freeze silently and sparkle.
He caused "The Sigh of the Ice Queen" to explode targeting the void!
The ice crystals were stacked on top of each other, and the speed of the sword tip, which still had inertia and was driven by the wind, gradually slowed down. It became more and more difficult to move forward, but Lou Cheng turned his head in time to dodge.
Woo!
Unable to succeed in one move, Feng Zhi "dispersed" again, turning into a black tornado wind with flickering lights attached.
The "sky", with its cracked blue bricks below, is like a wind disaster in a documentary!
Lou Cheng was in the core position, and he felt that the black winds that formed the tornado had a sharp edge. They seemed to be derived from Feng Zhi's sword light, and he could not take it lightly.
If you are shrouded by the shrinkage of this tornado, you will definitely be attacked by ten thousand blades that will cut your body into pieces... Lou Cheng understands that this is a combination of the opponent's powerful spirit and moves. He will first mess with his spirit, and then cut his body.
What's even more terrifying is that there is also a faint fishy-sweet smell floating in the wind, slowly corroding Lou Cheng's body.
At this moment, the best response is to blast out the "Five Fires", destroy the tornado with pure explosive waves, and reveal Feng Zhi's rotating and cutting long sword.
Lou Cheng did the same thing, but he deliberately left the golden and light blue colors, just the "three fires" combined into one.
Bang! His left fist struck out, and the lavender and other colors merged into one and expanded.
The dazzling light tore through the black, leaving the field completely white. The rolling smoke clouds disintegrated the tornado, creating countless turbulences. The huge explosion shook the earth and "excavated" an obvious and wide pothole!
In such an environment, Lou Cheng's clothes were fluttering wildly, and his sense of the surroundings was at its lowest point. But without thinking, he half-turned his body, waved his right arm, and pulled it back!
when!
His fist accurately hit the long sword thrust from the fire wave and wind, and knocked it back.
This is half a premonition of danger and half an advance judgment. After the "three fires converge", the only position that can launch an attack without being greatly affected is the rear covered by his body!
The sneak attack failed, Feng Zhi kicked his knees and stepped back. Taking advantage of the wind, he floated up as if he had lost weight, and then floated in the air surrounded by the "green wind"!
After practicing the "Fengbu" secret skill to his level, he has been able to fly for a period of time. This is also his advantage over most Wai Gang!
Woohoo!
Feng Zhi was like an eagle, with the strong wind as its wings, swooping down, and the long sword in his palm slashed out green light, sometimes hanging high, rotating and cutting, sometimes blocking the surrounding area.
In this process, even if there is no collision, he can still rise again by the wind without any stagnation.
Whoosh whoosh! Lou Cheng either blocked, dodged, or used the remaining golden and light blue as the basis to quickly condense fireballs and launch high-altitude bombardments.
However, all his counterattacks were easily avoided by Feng Zhi. The opponent's movements were as smooth as he wanted and his turns were as flexible as those of a bird.
Poof! After Lou Cheng blasted out a ball of light blue fire, he dodged a little slower and was hit by two sword lights in the back, breaking the ice and tearing out a bloody gash.
Puff puff! Within three minutes, without "air control", he was like a trapped beast. He could not break the situation. There were more and more wounds on his body. Failure seemed to be only a matter of time!
Another twenty seconds passed, and Feng Zhi, who was in the air, suddenly turned upside down and used his long sword as a drill to create a highly condensed terrifying tornado.
When the tornado fell towards Lou Cheng, his sword bent, bounced up again, and floated away into the distance.
His flight was forcibly simulated by relying on the power of the "wind part" and his unique skills. He could not maintain it for a long time and had to slow down for a while before he could continue.
Of course, Feng Zhi is not an idiot. He has to wait until the end of the crossbow before "breathing". He will leave a margin to prevent accidents, so as not to be in mid-air, his movements will stop, and he will surely fall and be slaughtered!
At this juncture, the light in Lou Cheng's eyes suddenly gathered, and he ignored the tornado hurricane that was sweeping through him. He suddenly returned the energy and blood and directed the "Elixir Energy" to his legs.
Bang! Between the bends and the support, as the ground shattered, he rose into the air, entwined with golden, lavender and light blue, like a cannonball, and rushed towards Feng Zhi!
He held on hard and waited for a long time, and what he was waiting for was now!
Everyone in Waigang knows that Feng Zhifei cannot last long, but except for the strong men of Shushanzhai who practice the "Doubu" secret skill, no one can grasp this, because the other party will not fall into the weakest state, and that belongs to
In his field, if you seize similar opportunities, it is easy to steal the chicken but lose the rice, putting yourself on the edge of failure!
When Lou Cheng analyzed his opponent's battle highlights, he keenly realized that this might be his only chance, otherwise there would be no way to defeat the enemy who was at its peak and had abnormal advantages!
This does not mean that Feng Zhi will be careless or negligent, but that after "a long period of peace", when facing enemies outside Shushan Zhai, he will probably not be more cautious or careful, and will make different reservations depending on the opponent.
No one would try it anyway, right?
This is your chance!
I can also take a short "flight"!
Failure or success!
The "rocket" was launched, and Lou Cheng roared, closing the distance with his opponent.
Seeing this scene, Feng Zhi's eyes flickered, and the strong wind blowing around him caused him to drift away. The sword in his palm was raised to slash the enemies that were flying towards him in a hurry.
Bang! The Emperor Yan exploded in Lou Cheng's body, and he turned around out of thin air to avoid the green sword light.
Woohoo! Feng Zhi's expression remained unchanged, and he made continuous turns with great energy, and the eagle struck the sky.
Two bangs! Lou Cheng changed direction and closed the distance a little closer.
The wind roared loudly, and Feng Zhi flew upwards, as if he was being hung by wires, with the "Qi Tian Sword" in his hand shining brightly, trying to chase down the enemy who had exhausted his power and was about to fall.
At this moment, light blue flames shot out from Lou Cheng's buttocks, penetrating and incinerating his shoes, supporting him to climb again!
"Jet Counterattack", the rocket takes off!
Feng Zhi's eyes flashed, and half of the green wind around him disintegrated, whistling and flying to the side and downwards.
Boom!
There was an explosion, and Lou Cheng's golden fireball that he had been reluctant to use exploded and turned into a violent wind and wave, injuring his back and pushing him in pursuit.
Feng Zhi's pupils shrank suddenly, causing all the remaining Qingfeng to disintegrate, move sideways, and slash out with sword light.
Boom! Boom!
Light blue and lavender exploded one after another, one blocked the sword light, and the other helped change the direction!
The rolling clouds and mist split, and Lou Cheng "stepped" out, finally approaching Feng Zhi.
At the critical moment, Feng Zhi's martial arts uniform suddenly bulged, as if a strong wind had arisen from within, and it suddenly rose again!
Just when the audience was sighing for Lou Cheng who had tried his best, his body suddenly became light and weightless, as if he had lost weight. The flames under his feet burned the air flow like no money, causing them to cool down and heat up!
The "ice soul" in his body is dark and void, symbolizing the coldness of the universe, which is the silence without matter!
With a light step, Lou Cheng jumped up, shook his left arm, and punched Feng Zhi.
Feng Zhi finally stopped changing direction and turning. The long sword in his palm flashed with light and slashed sharply.
His "flight" has reached its limit!
Lou Cheng's joints snapped, his fingers suddenly opened, he grabbed the opponent's sword, and poured the "ice soul" accumulated in his body into it.
A layer of crystal condensed and spread towards Feng Zhi. At the same time, Lou Cheng's right palm also grabbed the scabbard drawn by the enemy.
Bang bang bang!
The legs of the two people were pumping, kicking, kicking or tapping, constantly colliding and falling together!
In the process of falling, Lou Cheng and Feng Zhi used simplified "Bing" formulas and "Natural Wail" to attack the opponent's spirit at the same time. Their eyes had dizzy colors. No one could make adjustments and prepare for the "ultimate move".
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But for Lou Cheng, this couldn't be better!
Because as the power of "Ice Soul" poured out, it affected Feng Zhi's movements on the one hand, offsetting the wind power in his body. On the other hand, due to the balance of "ice and fire", the fire power in Lou Cheng's body gradually
Concentrate, accumulate more and more!
Bang bang bang!
When the two of them were about to land, Lou Cheng's hands that had grasped his opponent's sword and sheath suddenly let go, and two heavy lavender fireballs emerged.
Boom!
The fireball exploded, causing Feng Zhi's body to be injured, and he was thrown a little higher. Lou Cheng, who had stopped his hands in time and curled up into a ball, used the backlash to land first. He didn't care about adjusting his breath, and directly formed hand seals, exhaled and said loudly.
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"Array!"
The airflow contracted instantly, imprisoning Feng Zhi who could not "fly". He was so exhausted that he did not have time to open it immediately.
Bang! Lou Cheng hugged back his energy and blood, soared into the air again, grabbed Feng Zhi who had just cracked the cage, poured ice soul into him, and took him crashing to the ground.
Boom!
Amid the smoke and dust, a hole emerged. Feng Zhi lay dazed in the middle. Lou Cheng, who was forced to breathe, fell sideways and pressed his elbow against his throat.
when!
His "Qitian Sword" landed on the edge of the pothole and made a crisp sound.
The referee raised his right hand and shouted in a deep voice: