Lang Shiting made a sword salute to Xu Zhong, then took the lead in swinging his sword towards Xu Zhong's face. The sword was filled with red flames, and the sword moves were both violent and swift.
On the other hand, Xu Zhong responded calmly. He waited until Lang Shiting's sword came close to him before he raised his sword and blocked it smoothly.
Just hearing a clang, Lang Shiting's sword was held firmly.
Seeing this scene, Zhan Chen's eyes narrowed slightly. Xu Zhong was not only able to maximize his earth-attribute defense, he was also able to strike first and resist Lang Shiting's sword.
The next battle was even more obvious. Lang Shiting's sword was as fast as a meteor, while Xu Zhong's sword, although slow, did not leave the body, but was also tightly defended. Lang Shiting could not attack for a long time, but his impatience revealed a flaw.
The movement of the sword was too large in one move, but he had no time to retract the sword in time, and his body stiffened for a moment.
At this moment, Xu Zhong drew his sword, twisted his wrist with strength, and flicked the sword away from Lang Shiting's hand with a flip of his backhand.
Lang Shiting felt a huge force coming from his hand, and the sword almost came out of his hand. He hurriedly held the sword tightly, but with this delay, the victory or defeat was decided.
I saw Xu Zhong raised his sword and struck him hard. The thick earth attribute on the sword was reflected, just like a hill falling from the Tianshan Mountains. It was like a thunderous force that was difficult to resist.
Lang Shiting, who had just stabilized his sword, subconsciously raised the sword above his head in an attempt to block his sword. However, Xu Zhong's sword knocked the long sword out of Lang Shiting's hand, and then struck him on the body, leaving behind
A deep bloodstain.
Ah Lang Shiting screamed and knelt down on one knee. This was because Xu Zhong did not use his full strength during the competition. If it had been a life and death duel, his life would have been lost long ago.
This first match seemed to be of low level, but it gave Zhan Chen a deep inspiration. During the battle, it became clear that Lang Shiting’s sword draw speed was faster than Xu Zhong’s, while Xu Zhong’s sword draw speed was even slower.
Compared to ordinary martial arts masters who are powerful in Dzogchen, why is the result exactly the opposite?
It seems that slow moves are not necessarily a bad thing for martial arts. They can disrupt the enemy's rhythm. At certain times, slow moves can even stop fast moves. Zhan Chen seemed to have grasped something faintly, and he couldn't help but mutter: Use slow to control fast, use slow to stop fast.
Brake quietly and defeat force with skill.
I had only heard of these martial arts vocabulary in the past, but had not thought about them carefully or practiced them in martial arts. Now it seems that I have made a big mistake.
As he thought about it, Zhan Chen's eyes became brighter and brighter, as if a new door to martial arts was gradually opening in front of him.
Xu Zhong won the Huanggang faction and scored one point. At this time, Qiu Wuya sang loudly.
The disciples of the Lanfeng Sect on one side hurriedly added one point to the Huanggang Sect.
Xu Zhong jumped off the martial arts platform. He had just fought and needed to take a rest.
As a result, there were only 9 people left in the Huoyun Sect, while the other sects were still full. Li Daxiao gritted his teeth with hatred and murmured: This is just the beginning, Huanggang Sect, just wait for me.
Now for the next game, Qiu Wuya asked who will go first.
Next, one after another, pairs of people jumped onto the fighting stage to compete. The winners were happy and the losers were dejected. The scores of each sect also increased alternately.
However, the disciples who participated in the competition basically followed the rule from weak to strong. The strong disciples were hidden by various sects and waited until the last moment to burst out, while the weaker disciples were arranged to compete first.
Zhan Chen, as the second-ranked elite disciple of the Golden Elephant Sect, has now reached the level of martial arts perfection, so he is naturally regarded highly by Li Jianshu, ranking him at the bottom.
Towards the end of the game, the situation became increasingly tense. The situation of the Golden Elephant Sect was not optimistic. 7 of the 10 players had been eliminated, leaving only 3 players, Li Jianchen, Zhan Chen and Su Yun.
Li Jianshu looked at the other sects. The Fire Cloud Sect was the worst, with only one person left, the Huichun Sect had 2 people left, the Huanggang Sect had 3 people left, just like his own sect, and the Liushui Sect was the strongest, with 4 people left.
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On the scoreboard, the Golden Elephant Sect has 7 points, the Fire Cloud Sect has 6 points, the Rejuvenation Sect is still the worst with only 4 points, while the Huanggang Sect has 9 points, and the Liushui Sect has reached a full 11 points.
He was thoughtful and thought to himself: The competition can no longer proceed according to the normal process. Otherwise, even if the last three people win all the way and want to surpass Liushui Sect, the points are not enough. What should Li Jianshu do? Li Jianshu thought hard.
Suddenly he came to his senses: At this time, Golden Elephant Sect needs a winning streak. If he can win all his opponents by himself, then the points will be enough.
Having made up his mind, he turned around and said to the three of them with a stern expression: Jian Chen fights against Chen Su Yun. You have also seen the current situation. If we want to surpass Liushui Sect, we must win 5 points in a row, but the rest of the competition
Including you, there are only 13 members left. If we want to get first place, we cannot let other sects score points, especially the Liushui Sect.
Now I need one of you to go on the field and defeat the remaining opponents one by one, especially the Liushuizong people. Which of you is sure?
All three of them had troubled expressions on their faces. They fought continuously, and regardless of winning or losing, the recovery of their true energy was a problem.
However, time waits for no one. As he spoke, a game ended again. Fortunately, a disciple of the Huanggang Sect was slightly better and won against a disciple of the Liushui Sect. However, this still made Li Jianshu's face change slightly. It seemed that the battle was going to be better.
There is no time to delay.
Winning streak? Apart from the 3 of us here, there are still 9 opponents left. That is to say, we need to win more than 67 games in a row to be sure of the final victory. This not only requires deep and powerful infuriating support, but also strong fighting power.
It seems that I am the only one suitable, Zhan Chen thought to himself.
He has cultivated the sharp gold true qi, and his true qi is much thicker than that of the same level. Coupled with the Eye of Tao and the body protection of Da Luo Jin, he is not afraid of any opponents of the same level.
If anyone can do it for me, I will definitely reward you heavily. Li Jianshu said eagerly.
Zhan Chen was still conflicted. On the one hand, if he played at this time, he would probably be unable to defeat Li Jianchen and other masters and win the Hujin Pills due to lack of energy. But on the other hand, regardless of the sect's honor, he was still conflicted.
I feel that Li Jianshu has been kind to me. If the master has a request, the disciple should shoulder the responsibility.
Thinking of this, he finally decided to recommend himself, raised his head and said to Li Jianshu: Sect Master, I am the most suitable person to go.
Li Jianshu looked at him for a while and then asked in a low voice: Zhan Chen, are you sure?
Zhan Chen also looked at him and nodded calmly.
Okay, you have to work harder
Without saying a word, Zhan Chen turned around and jumped up to the center of the martial arts platform. He shouted to the people around him: I, Zhan Chen of the Golden Elephant Sect, who is willing to be my opponent?