Another contestant in the finals finally walked onto the stage from the crowd.
However, when they saw this person, most of the audience were dumbfounded.
They wanted to cheer and cheer for this person, but no one knew his name!
What's his name?
Where is he from?
What's his best move?
No one knows this!
The only thing they knew was that this person was here to participate in the martial arts tournament.
At this time, under the arena, the previous excitement and cheers suddenly changed to extremely quiet.
You can hear the needle drop!
"Bang!"
There was another gong sound.
"Both parties are here, the competition officially begins!"
Following the referee's order, Wei Zhengyu, who had been impatient for a long time, immediately started to move in the ring.
The biggest feature of Zhengyu Qijian is the word "Qi".
Use strange tricks one after another to win by surprise!
Wei Zhengyu waved his long sword and struck out with Zhengyu Qijian's Hanging Zi Jue.
I saw him holding the long sword high in his right hand, with the sword blade parallel to the ground. Then his whole body leaned forward, his right hand facing inward, and hanging straight down.
Hanging sword is a sword technique that moves from top to bottom, and is usually used as a defensive move.
But in Wei Zhengyu's hands, it showed a completely different style.
He simply hung up his sword and danced it into a large rotating windmill, roaring towards the enemy.
It seems that anything that stands in front of you will be mercilessly crushed by it!
However, the man in black did not move.
Since he took the stage, there has been no movement, and the black sword in his hand is still unsheathed.
He simply looked at Wei Zhengyu.
When Zhengyu Qijian's Hanging Jue got closer and closer, he finally opened his mouth slightly and said, "Someone asked me to break your hands and feet. I think it's a little too gentle."
After saying this, the man in black clenched the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and the black sword was instantly unsheathed.
A black shadow, like a hidden dragon in Tengyuan, roared out.
The black sword stabs straight!
The tip of the sword stayed three feet and one inch in front of him.
The next moment, under the dancing of the Gua Zi Jue, Wei Zhengyu's sword tip went up and down, hanging straight on the tip of the black sword.
"Click!" There was a clear sound.
The black sword turned back into its sheath.
The sword in Wei Zhengyu's hand was broken and shattered into powder.
In the blink of an eye, only dust was left on the ground, blowing in the wind.
At this moment, everyone was stunned.
Many people did not see clearly how the man in black drew his sword. They only saw Wei Zhengyu rushing in front of the opponent with an irresistible momentum. Seeing that the tip of the sword was about to pierce the opponent, the sword in his hand disappeared.
.
Is this a magic spell?
Sword disappearing technique?
Wei Zhengyu himself was dumbfounded.
He shook the empty sword hilt in his hand and his eyes were as big as an ox's.
Where is my sword?
It was hanging here just now, so big and long!
Suddenly, there were bursts of tearing pain from the tiger's mouth. He opened his right hand and found that the palm of his hand was bleeding.
Cracks appeared densely on the palm.
"Clang!"
The empty hilt fell to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
"Hiss!"
Everyone present took a deep breath and looked at the man in black as if they had seen a ghost.
"I...I give up!"
Wei Zhengyu had no time to think about it, endured the severe pain in his right hand, and surrendered decisively.
However, the man in black didn't seem to hear him and just repeated another sentence.
"Someone asked me to break your hands and feet. I think it's a bit too easy."
"Why?" Wei Zhengyu's eyes widened.
"You are not using the sword, you are insulting the sword!" the man in black finished coldly.
The next moment, the black sword was unsheathed again!
No one could see the black sword taking action, not even the left hand that the black sword slashed through Wei Zhengyu's hand.
In the eyes of everyone, Wei Zhengyu's left hand was suddenly broken at the root and fell straight down.
"ah!"
Wei Zhengyu let out a hoarse scream.
There was no scene of blood splattering, not even a drop of blood was shed.
Wei Zhengyu's broken left arm was as smooth as a mirror, and the pink flesh and blood on it was clearly visible!
"Master!"
Under the ring, a group of martial arts disciples shouted loudly.
"Master, are you okay?"
Qin Xiao was the most anxious, but after asking, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.
"Master, are you alive?"
Liang Tianyi also asked with concern.
When Wei Zhengyu heard this, he almost vomited blood in anger.
"I just lost one of my hands, and you asked me if I'm dead. Do you really want me to die?"
Except for Wei Zhengyu's disciples, everyone in the crowd was silent. No one dared to speak at this time.
Lu Xiaoyue just looked at it coldly, as if it had nothing to do with her.
Jian Zhen actually felt like laughing.
"After pretending for so long, you were finally struck by lightning, right?"
At this moment, a burst of applause suddenly came from the attic opposite.
"Bah bang bang!"
"Bah bang bang!"
One after another, two applauses.
In the silent arena, it seemed particularly harsh.
Everyone looked there and heard a young man in rich clothes shouting loudly.
"Good! A good fight!"
"It's really exciting. The master that Third Brother has found is truly worthy of his reputation!"
The second son of the Li family on the side agreed.
Hearing these words, everyone present was instantly relieved.
This man in black turned out to be the Third Young Master, the master he found from the capital!
There was a lot of rumors in Qingyue City about the third son of the Li family bullying Wei's martial arts school and seizing Wei Zhengyu's sword worth ten thousand gold.
There are also rumors that Wei Zhengyu, in a fit of rage, wanted to participate in a martial arts tournament and take back the sword with his own hands.
Later, the martial arts competition began, and Wei Zhengyu appeared at the conference.
However, as the rumors said, the third son of the Li family did not find experts from the capital to embarrass him.
Wei Zhengyu had a smooth journey in the martial arts competition and even easily entered the finals.
This rumor has almost been forgotten.
Now that the Second Young Master mentioned it again, everyone realized that this master was actually waiting for him in the finals.
Could it be that it gave him hope, blocking it in front of him and killing it with his own hands?
Wei Zhengyu obviously only needs to win one more game to realize his bold words.
But he eventually fell in the finals and was seriously injured, with one hand cut off by Qi Gen.
What a vicious move.
There is nothing more heart-breaking than killing someone!
Just when everyone was feeling chilled by the poisonous plan of the third son of the Li family, the man in black on the ring moved again.
"Someone asked me to break your hands and feet. I think it's a bit too easy."
The black man repeated these words, and the black sword was unsheathed for the third time!
"don't want!"
Wei Zhengyu screamed and tried to stop the opponent with his only right hand.
However, all this is in vain.
"Bang!"
Wei Zhengyu's right hand also followed in the footsteps of his left hand.
Under the arena, there was silence.
No one dared to make a loud sound, for fear that the sound of their breathing would disturb the god of death in the ring and attract his attention.