Liu Yuan smiled and shook his head, slowly drew his sword, and looked at Linghu Chong rushing over, the smile on his lips slowly disappeared.
After Linghu Chong approached Liu Yuan, he did not rely on his strength and directly used all his strength to hit Liu Yuan with a white cloud move.
Liu Yuan looked at Linghu Chong's offensive and shook his head again.
"it's useless."
I saw Liu Yuan quickly slashing out three swords.
With one sword, Linghu Chong's offensive was broken.
The two swords made Linghu Chong rush to defend.
Three swords directly knocked the sword from Linghu Chong's hand.
With only three sword strikes, Linghu Chong was defeated by Liu Yuan of the Songshan Sect.
On the Huashan School side, except Chen Feng, everyone else was stunned.
Senior Brother... He couldn't even sustain three swords. Are the people of the Songshan Sect so strong?
"Well, I have to rely on Feng'er. I hope I can reach the finals." Yue Buqun sighed, and there was no surprise on his face.
Although the disciples of the Songshan Sect are not upright, their strength cannot be denied.
Ever since the Huashan Sect fell into disrepair, they have occupied at least half of the top ten positions in every Five Mountains Conference.
"Hahaha, Huashan Sect, it's just a joke."
On the competition stage, after the referee announced victory, Liu Yuan didn't even look at Linghu Chong and returned to the Songshan faction's seat with a big smile.
The devastated Linghu Chong picked up his sword and silently returned to the Huashan Sect's area.
This time, the blow to him was far greater than before. He had obviously worked very hard, so why couldn't he even make it to the finals?
Linghu Chong sat on his seat and lowered his head, still in disbelief that he was defeated by three swords.
Chen Feng glanced at him and curled his lips. He had to rely on his senior brother to figure this out on his own and he couldn't help him.
On the competition stage, the competition is still in full swing.
After five or six more battles.
The referee called out the fighting number again.
"Next game, No. 8 vs. No. 37."
Hearing this sound, Chen Feng looked around and his heart skipped a beat. Finally, it was his turn.
He stood up with a calm expression, and just in time, he saw a disciple from the Songshan Sect standing up opposite him.
Chen Feng felt happy, this was a good arrangement.
He patted Linghu Chong on the shoulder and walked towards the competition platform.
"Wow, Senior Brother Wang appears, and the opponent is Chen Feng, the bastard??"
"Trash Chen Feng, quickly admit defeat."
"That's right, just admit defeat. Don't regret it until you are defeated by Senior Brother Wang Ping with three swords."
Chen Feng walked to the competition platform and stood there. He glanced disdainfully at the group of Songshan Sect disciples outside the competition platform.
Why do you still want to mess with my mentality? It’s boring to scold me with just a few words.
Then he looked at the disciple of the Songshan Sect who was about to compete with him.
This person seemed to be a bit pretentious and walked very slowly along the way. He seemed to want the juniors outside the competition platform to scold Chen Feng more.
"Tch, it's boring."
If another person with an unstable mind were placed in Chen Feng's position, he might be impetuous and lose his mind during the battle.
When masters compete with each other, even a small amount of this situation will have an impact on the outcome.
But...who is Chen Feng? To put it nicely, he is determined, but to put it badly, he is just too thick-skinned to care about scolding from these people?
What a joke, even though he has been scolded by the disciples of the Songshan Sect for so long, there is no wavering in his heart.
Turning his head, Chen Feng ignored the Songshan Sect disciples, but looked at Wang Ping, who was slowly walking down, with eyes full of teasing.
It's like watching a clown again.
You continue to perform, and I'll watch you walk the show.
When Wang Ping was stared at by Chen Feng like this, his eyelids twitched, and he stopped trying to be clever and quickened his pace to the competition stage.
"No. 8, Huashan School Chen Feng."
"Number 37, Wang Ping of Songshan Sect."
Both of them finished their introductions calmly, and the referee directly announced the start of the fight.
"Haha, it seems that no one from your Huashan sect can make it to the finals of the Five Sacred Mountains Conference again."
The corner of Wang Ping's mouth raised slightly, and with his arrogant expression, he seemed not to take Chen Feng seriously at all.
Listening to the clear mockery in Wang Ping's words, Chen Feng shrugged.
"Maybe."
"You Songshan sect people are too strong."
Chen Feng shook his head and sighed, seeming to agree with Wang Ping's words.
"Huh? It seems you are quite self-aware."
Wang Ping narrowed his eyes. Chen Feng's reaction was very abnormal. There seemed to be something in his words.
However, he was very confident in his own strength and did not take Chen Feng's abnormality to heart.
"Okay, hurry up and deal with you, I still want to challenge Second Senior Brother and the others."
Wang Ping pulled out his sword and glanced in the direction of the Songshan Sect area. In his heart, only a few people from his own sect were qualified to be taken seriously by him.
After saying that, he moved his feet, and Wang Ping's figure shot towards Chen Feng like an arrow.
Seeing Wang Ping's figure getting closer and closer, Chen Feng's eyes narrowed and his right hand was already tightly holding the hilt of the sword.
In a blink of an eye, Wang Ping came in front of Chen Feng, a sword light flashed, and Wang Ping's sword stabbed Chen Feng straight.
The speed of the sword was so fast that Chen Feng did not dare to lift it up. He pulled out the Chenfeng sword in an instant, lifted it upwards, and deflected Wang Ping's sword.
Seeing Chen Feng blocking his sword, Wang Ping raised his eyebrows and felt a little surprised.
The strength from his hand proved that Chen Feng was not bad at all, so he put away his contempt.
The tip of the sword was lightly tapped, and the Songshan Sword Technique was used directly, and the powerful Eternal Human Dragon pressed towards Chen Feng with a formidable aura.
"Eternal Human Dragon?" Looking at this move, Chen Feng smiled. Four years ago, he clearly remembered the first battle when he came to this world. The Songshan Sect disciple also used the Eternal Human Dragon.
Deal with yourself.
At that time, I seemed to have made myself quite embarrassed.
But now, thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, unless it crushes him in terms of internal strength, Chen Feng has never been afraid if it is just a swordsmanship competition.
With a twist of the sword technique, Wang Ping's move with Qingshan faintly struck back. It seemed that he had also used this move to defeat the Eternal Dragon, a disciple of the Songshan Sect.
Today, he can still do it, as he said before. In front of me, you, a human dragon, are better off retreating to the mountains and forests.
As soon as Chen Feng used his exquisite swordsmanship, Wang Ping's pupils across from him shrank sharply.
After a few sword fights, he felt a huge pressure coming on him.
Chen Feng's sword was very fast. Every time he was halfway through his Eternal Dragon Attack, Chen Feng's sword would already stab him from the side, so he had to return his sword to defend.
But after he returned his sword to defend, he found that the sword was just a false move, and Chen Feng's sword appeared on the other side.
Not even a few breaths had passed since the battle started, and cold sweat broke out on Wang Ping's head.