At the end of the sixth round, Ye Jingfeng and Chen Zong were still victorious, with each accumulating six points.
Li Qingliu and Tang Yan are still at five points.
Qin Yi scored four points.
Li Shiyun and Long Zhuoyi each scored two points, while the other three still scored zero points.
"I think the first and second place in this decisive battle will be between Ye Jingfeng and Chen Zong."
"That's not necessarily true. Li Qingliu is not weak at all. Chen Zong may not be able to defeat him."
The seventh round has begun, and there must be an answer as to the strength and weakness between Chen Zong and Li Qingliu.
Facing Chen Zong, Li Qingliu looked solemn. He stepped out with a step, his body was like a sword shining through the air, and he rushed straight towards Chen Zong. He combined his body and sword to strike out with one sword. The condensed sword light was like a straight thread cutting through.
The air instantly spread towards Chen Zong, filling his eyes.
Chen Zong raised his hand and swung his sword, breaking Li Qingliu's sword light with one strike.
Then, the second, third, and fourth rays of sword light came through the air, one sword after another, in an endless stream, spreading like silk, filling the arena.
Chen Zong did not fight back, but kept moving around and swinging his sword to resist Li Qingliu's Changtian Sword Technique.
"This time Chen Zong can't survive."
"It looks like the winning streak is about to be broken."
Chen Zong's reaction caused everyone to talk about it. It was different from the previous six battles. It was completely a sign of being suppressed by Li Qingliu.
Little did he know that Chen Zong was actually experiencing the mystery of Li Qingliu's swordsmanship personally. Chen Zong was very interested in this technique of extremely concentrated power. He just watched it from the side, but it was not clear enough. He could only experience it in person.
Li Qingliu showed his full strength and used all the Changtian sword skills. Each sword was sharper than the other. This feeling of letting go of his hands and feet to attack with all his strength made him feel happy.
Although Chen Zong has been passively resisting, he is not under much pressure and continues to appreciate the skills and changes from each sword.
In the blink of an eye, the two of them exchanged thousands of moves, but there was still no winner. Li Qingliu continued to attack, and every sword was extremely sharp. There was white hair-like sword light in all directions, and the swords were crisscrossed.
A big net was formed, and the center of the big net was Chen Zong.
"That's almost it." Chen Zong said secretly, swung his sword, shattered the incoming sword light, and launched a counterattack.
It would be fine if he didn't counterattack. Once he counterattacked, Li Qingliu's offensive was instantly contained. He felt that no matter how he used his sword, his opponent would always have a weak point pointed at him. He had to change his moves, but he was still pointed at a weak point.
A huge contrast appeared, and Li Qingliu fell directly into the passive position.
"This is the end." Chen Zong said secretly, and struck out with his sword. The sword light seemed to be more condensed than before. He had no choice but to resist. Under the clash of gold and iron, Li Qingliu could only feel the sword light.
His body was shaken, and his hand almost flew out. The palm holding the sword was numb, and the numbness quickly spread to the entire arm, and he seemed to have lost consciousness.
The whole person could not resist the terrifying power and kept retreating.
"Chen Zong won..."
"The contrast is too great."
Everyone was surprised.
Initially, Chen Zong was at a disadvantage, but in the end, Li Qingliu was defeated.
"One thing is certain, the first and second place must be between Ye Jingfeng and Chen Zong."
The seventh round of the showdown also ended quickly, with each having a winner or loser.
It is still Ye Jingfeng and Chen Zong who maintain their winning streak.
Then, the eighth round of the showdown came.
The biggest highlight of the eighth round of the showdown is the showdown between Ye Jingfeng and Chen Zong.
"Of all the people, you are the only one that I can't see through." Ye Jingfeng spoke for the first time, his voice was as light as a breeze, and like his sword, there was no trace.
"Please." Chen Zong is also somewhat interested in Ye Jingfeng's Traceless Sword. However, Ye Jingfeng's swordsmanship realm is the second level of body-sword integration, and there is some obvious gap between him and Chen Zong.
Nor will he treat it as a strong enemy.
After all, whether it is the power of real power, physical strength or the level of swordsmanship, both sides are almost the same. The key to victory or defeat lies in the realm of swordsmanship.
"Take my sword first." After Ye Jingfeng finished speaking, the sword had been shot out, but the sword body was not visible, and there was no sword light or shadow. It seemed to have melted into the air without leaving any trace.
Chen Zong stared with both eyes, swung his sword, and struck directly into the air, but there was a sound of gold and iron clashing, and sparks flying.
"Blocked!"
"How is that possible!"
Everyone in the audience was surprised, and those who had fought with Ye Jingfeng were also full of astonishment. Their method of resisting Ye Jingfeng was to use their swords crazily and rely on numbers to resist. It was completely unlike Chen.
Zong was like this, and he resisted with just one sword move.
"Is it luck or..." Ye Jingfeng was also secretly surprised, and immediately his eyes narrowed: "You'll know if you try again."
The second sword shot out, but there was still no trace.
However, Chen Zong swung his sword again and blocked Ye Jingfeng's sword again.
The third sword is still resisting.
The fourth sword is to resist.
Resisting one sword may be luck, resisting two swords may be luck, but resisting three swords and four swords cannot be explained by luck or luck. It only shows that Chen Zong can see Ye Jingfeng's sword marks.
Ye Jingfeng is known as the Traceless Sword because he once had an adventure. This adventure allowed him to take a unique path in the practice of the Jinghong Sword Technique, and the sword is traceless.
It may seem to others that the sword is leaving no trace, but in fact it may not be so. For example, a strong person in the extraordinary realm can capture the trajectory and traces of Ye Jingfeng's sword, and then intercept it and break it. Even if the swordsmanship of a strong person in the extraordinary realm is not as good as Ye Jingfeng's
Wind, because the difference in cultivation level is too big, like the difference between a baby and a strong adult.
As for Chen Zong, he can also capture the trajectory of Ye Jingfeng's sword, because Chen Zong's swordsmanship far exceeds that of Ye Jingfeng.
When Ye Jingfeng drew his sword, his arm also disappeared, and the sword in his hand seemed to be submerged into the depths of the air, hiding, and killing from the depths of the air.
However, Chen Zong confirmed one thing through careful study and personal experience. This was some kind of special force and sword-wielding skills. The combination of the two caused the light to refract, making it impossible for people to capture it.
A dozen consecutive sword strikes were all accurately intercepted and resisted by Chen Zong. Ye Jingfeng could no longer maintain his calm and calm appearance, but instead his eyes widened with an expression as if he had seen a ghost.
"The traceless sword is indeed very powerful. Those who are not as good as you or at the same level as you in swordsmanship will not be able to catch the traces of your sword without special abilities." Chen Zong Buxu Buji said: "Even if it is
Anyone who is even slightly better than you in swordsmanship may not be able to deal with your Traceless Sword."
Ye Jingfeng knew that what Chen Zong said was true, but he was not at all proud. He was only horrified, and even more horrified. If you think about it more deeply, the meaning behind this was that Chen Zong either had special abilities or was at a level of swordsmanship.
Far better than myself.
If it's the latter, what level should it be?
The third level of Lingwu Realm?
Ye Jingfeng couldn't help but think that the person with the highest level of swordsmanship in the Jinghong Sword Sect, who was also the number one person in the last unparalleled sword fight, was at the third level of the Lingwu realm, and he did not win a single sword fight with him.
But it felt like even that person couldn't intercept every one of his swords so easily.
Could it be...
Ye Jingfeng didn't dare to think about it anymore, because it would make him feel ridiculous.
"I will strike with another sword, and if you can catch it, I will lose." Ye Jingfeng opened his mouth and said every word in an ups and downs.
"Please." Chen Zong was also a little curious about what kind of sword Ye Jingfeng would use.
Taking a deep breath, Ye Jingfeng looked cold and solemn. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them, an invisible light seemed to tear the sky apart.
A whole body of real power surged, operating to the extreme, and poured into the long sword in his hand. The long sword trembled slightly and made a dense buzzing sound. As it trembled, the sword body seemed to merge with the air, and slowly appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
The bottom disappeared. Witnessing the process of the sword disappearing with their own eyes was undoubtedly a novelty for everyone, making everyone stare with wide eyes.
The sword body disappeared, then the palm disappeared, and finally the arm disappeared. It continued to spread to Ye Jingfeng's whole body, and the whole person disappeared.
It seems slow, but in fact it only takes the blink of an eye.
"Shen Wuhen... Jian Wuhen..." A light voice seemed to come from outside the sky: "Please pick me up... Wuhen Xishengjian!"
The moment the words fell, Ye Jingfeng, who disappeared into the air, struck out with a sword. This was a sword that gathered all the strength of his body, and it was the most powerful sword.
In the eyes of many people, nothing can be seen, but there is only an extremely sharp sword whistling sound, like a magic sound filling the brain, constantly impacting people's spiritual will, making people feel dizzy and ready to burst.
However, Chen Zong's expression remained unchanged, his eyes staring straight ahead.
From the disappearance of Ye Jingfeng's sword and figure, Chen Zong has been able to capture traces. It is not a real disappearance, but a special technique integrated into the air, but he can feel it because of the floating dust.
Every move of the other party is clearly visible to me.
In an instant, Ye Jingfeng reached in front of him with his sword. The sword would eventually hit the edge of his left shoulder blade, and Chen Zongdu knew it clearly.
Draw your sword and kill into the air ahead.
A sword spreads across all directions, looking down upon the world.
Without any surprise, Ye Jingfeng's sword was hit and resisted, and Ye Jingfeng's figure also appeared.
His face was full of shock, and his eyes were filled with disbelief.
Ye Jingfeng never expected that his last trick would be resisted.
Incredible.
Even the person with the highest level of swordsmanship in the Jinghong Sword Sect cannot break his own sword like this.
"You win." Ye Jingfeng came back to his senses, exhaled, and then said.
Chen Zong just smiled and said nothing else. It was normal for him to win.
If he were to fight with all his strength, he might not be able to defeat Ye Jingfeng. After all, the opponent was older than him and was a very important core disciple of the Jinghong Sword Sect, so his combat power might be very high.
But when this kind of power is limited and only the swordsmanship is used to distinguish the high and low, the second level of the Zhaoxuan realm is not comparable to the opponent.
"It's really..." Patriarch Tianhong finally confirmed, exhaling a breath, his eyes full of shock. The same was true on Long Jinghou's face. As for the eyes of King Zhen, a strong man in the Tianxuan Realm, first