The moment Huangfu Hua sword was raised, everyone thought that this sword was unstoppable and unparalleled in power.
But after Jiang Chen took out the sword, a sharp contrast immediately formed, as if he was riding a horse forward and suddenly found a more majestic peak appearing behind the mountain in front of him.
The sword energy of the two is not of the same magnitude.
Huangfu Hua's sword energy was like a small pool, submerged by Jiang Chen's river.
"rise!"
The ten words fell together as one, and the sword glow had the power to split the sky.
One sword and ten postures, ten postures combined into one.
There was even more fierceness in the brilliant sword light.
"Impossible, this is impossible!"
Huangfu Hua couldn't believe what was happening in front of him. "Demon Killer" was his pride and the capital of the four young masters of the imperial capital.
The elders of the family have said that at his age, he can master the "Five Words in One", which is considered a genius.
As a result, with Jiang Chen's performance in front of him, he realized just how immature he was, and the effectiveness of "Demon Killer" was far beyond his imagination.
There was no suspense in the ending. Huangfuhua was knocked off the platform and injuries were inevitable.
The victory has been decided, but some people don't want to believe it.
For example, if Linghu Jue and the others, the most outstanding geniuses in the capital, were defeated, it meant that the person on the stage was enough to look down upon the entire capital!
Huangfu Ming was in the most complicated mood. He remembered what he had said during the preliminary round. He felt even more uncomfortable than when he was slapped yesterday.
"Who is this person! Why is he wearing a mask?!"
After accepting Jiang Chen's victory, everyone had the same idea.
A series of spiritual consciousness fell on him, trying to see through the face under the mask, but the result was in vain, even the Heaven-reaching realm was not surprised.
"Huh?"
On the city wall, the old man in gray robe changed color because of this.
Based on his experience, he has seen many exciting battles between geniuses and geniuses, and to be honest, the performances of Jiang Chen and Huangfu Hua did not impress him.
However, even his consciousness couldn't see through the mask, and he couldn't help but become curious.
"Is it a restriction? Who set it up? It can actually block my consciousness." He thought to himself.
At the same time, in the square, a young man who had attracted much attention today looked at Jiang Chen.
Someone next to him asked: "Lu Fei, how is this man's swordsmanship?"
"His sword is very blunt, and his sword skills cannot be used at all in the last move. He is actually a swordsman!" When the young man named Lu Fei said the last word, the fighting spirit was burning in his eyes.
.
Not only did he see it, but on the other side of the square, there were also three outstanding young people discussing it.
"Are you hiding your clumsiness on purpose?"
"It's not necessary. Maybe he's afraid that Lu Fei will cause trouble for him."
"No, he is taking the opportunity to practice swordsmanship."
The three are Feng Zhihen, Gao Jianli and Yi Shuihan.
They are all among the top thirty on the salary list, the strongest Three Musketeers among young people.
The last person to speak was Yi Shuihan. When the other two looked at him, they said: "He has a certain foundation in swordsmanship, otherwise he would not be able to hide his clumsiness."
Feng Zhihen and Gao Jianli were very surprised, and then disdainful.
"Do you practice swordsmanship? That's really stupid. Swords and swords are completely different."
"Yes, this is a mediocre person asking for trouble."
Yi Shuihan did not comment on what his friend said, but just looked at Jiang Chen with a meaningful look.
Soon, a quarter of an hour of recovery time passed, and Jiang Chen would face his next opponent.
Of course, it's not just him, it's the same for everyone else.
It's just that Jiang Chen's performance has surprised many people. Now there are no people on other platforms that attract people's attention, so his platform has become very popular.
In the square, many people looked at their wooden signs. Some were nervous, some were looking forward to it, and some were facing it calmly.
"It's me."
While everyone was looking at each other, one person held up the wooden sign in his hand and showed a helpless smile.
It's helplessness, not powerlessness.
He didn't like Jiang Chen to end it by himself, because he felt that the strength of the two of them was not on the same level.
This person is the Scar of the Wind among the Three Musketeers.
Ranked 29th on the Xinhuo list.
Being dozens of places ahead of Huangfu Hua, it's no wonder he thinks so.
"Be gentle and show some mercy to others," said Gao Jianli next to him.
"I will."
Feng Zhihen smiled faintly, and with a movement of his body, the sword light flashed, and the person appeared on the platform.
Wow!
The crowd was in an uproar, and the existence of the top fifty on the salary list has always been the focus of attention, especially young swordsmen like Feng Zhihen.
Many young women present looked excited and their eyes gleamed.
Traces of the Wind, ranked 29th on the Xinhuo Ranking and fifth on the Young Master Ranking.
Shengxue was dressed in white, with black hair like ink, and the corners of her mouth were slightly upward, smiling lazily, as if she didn't care about the upcoming battle.
"You still want to fight?" Feng Zhihen asked.
"Why not fight?"
"I am different from your last opponent. You can't win." When Feng Zhihen said this, his smile remained the same, and the arrogant words did not sound arrogant in his mouth, as if he said these words naturally.
"What's your ranking on the fire list?" Jiang Chen asked.
"Thirty-six a month ago, now twenty-nine." Feng Zhihen chuckled.
"The span is indeed quite large." Jiang Chen said.
Fengzhihen nodded slightly, stretched out his right hand, and made a 'please' gesture towards the bottom of the platform.
"However, if I defeat you and get promoted by dozens of places, it will be worth looking forward to." Jiang Chen said again.
Suddenly, everyone took a breath, and Feng Zhihen's outstretched hand froze.
"interesting."
Gao Jianli and Yi Shuihan looked at each other with smiles on their faces, happy to see their friends hit a wall.
"Oh."
On the stage, Feng Zhihen's smile changed slightly, shining like a sword that had just been unsheathed.
"Idiot's dream!"
Four words, Feng Zhihen said in a cadence, the spiritual sword was drawn out, the sword light rose, and the cold wind-like sword energy blew away the breath left by the swordsmen's duel just now.
“What a style!”
"He is indeed a talented person on the Young Master List!"
Just by drawing the sword, many women present fell in love, and the white figure was endlessly chic.
"I said Chu Luo, your senior brother is so pitiful. After defeating Huangfu Hua, another Wind Scar comes..."
Meng Feifei sighed and shook her head. No matter how much she demanded of Jiang Chen or guessed what trump card Jiang Chen had, it became unimportant after Feng Zhihen came on stage.
However, before she finished speaking, she was surprised to find that Chu Luo looked strange.
Although she was also worried, it was not the kind of worry she thought.
"Senior brother must have suffered a big loss. I hope my next opponent will have better luck." Chu Luo murmured.
"Next opponent?"
Meng Feifei couldn't believe what she heard. Could it be that Chu Luo was just worried that the Wind Trace would consume Jiang Chen's combat power, but in the end, Jiang Chen still won.
"Chu Luo, wake up, that's Wind Trace, one of the top fifty on the Fire Ranking!"