If at the beginning, everyone was cheering for the blood-robed Li Fei because of some small benefits, then now, everyone feels that what Li Fei did was a bit too much.
Although everyone didn’t know what kind of grudge this talented young man wearing a bloody robe and holding a Fang Tian painted halberd had with Murong Yunqing, but it was a matter of rivers and lakes, one code was the same, and this method was used to force Murong Yunqing
, which is really a bit too much.
"Li Fei!!! I'm going to kill you!"
Qiu Tai's face was flushed, his eyes were fierce, and his eyes were full of murderous intent. He was not a soft persimmon. Entering a foreign family into a concubine's family was an extremely difficult road. He did not rely on luck to get to where he is today.
But a firm belief.
Taking one step forward, Qiu Tai's already extremely strong body suddenly swelled again. The steel-like muscles were clearly visible, and the green veins like horned dragons made no one doubt that this steel body
The terrifying explosive power contained in it.
Qiu Tai exerted a little force on his feet, and a piece of earth exploded, and his body was like a cannonball, shooting straight towards the man in blood-robed clothes on the stage, and punched his head.
This punch was as powerful as a rainbow and extremely domineering.
Everyone in the audience even suspected that if Qiu Tai's punch really hit his head, even Li Fei might not be able to withstand it, right?
With his cultivation in the early stage of the Eighth Heaven, he could actually punch a punch that could threaten the strong men in the later stage of the Eighth Heaven, which shows how powerful Qiu Tai is.
It's terrible, it's really terrible! The Dragon Group is the Dragon Group, and its foundation is so profound that it cannot be matched by ordinary forces. First it was Murong Yunqing, and now Qiu Tai, these two people are fighting across realms.
A good player, with such combat power, he will definitely have an overwhelming advantage in a battle of the same level.
How many such people, let alone a first-rate force, can be cultivated even by a top force?
Qiu Tai did not give up his movements because of everyone's shock. His punch still hit the blood-robed young man on the stage.
"Bang!"
A huge roar sounded between Qiu Tai and Xuepao Li Fei.
When everyone came back to their senses, they discovered that there was someone suddenly in front of Qiu Tai's punch. It was this person who intercepted Qiu Tai's powerful punch.
This person is none other than the middle-aged referee who has never intervened in the game before!
"What are you doing!" Qiu Tai saw that his punch was blocked and shouted angrily at the middle-aged referee: "Get out of the way!"
The middle-aged referee did not expect Qiu Tai to be so rude. There was a hint of displeasure on his face and his voice was low: "This sword discussion meeting is not over yet. There are many people waiting. Please step down quickly and do not affect the normal sword discussion."
conduct!"
Although the middle-aged referee said this, he was actually full of shock. Although he blocked Qiu Tai's punch, the power contained in it really shocked him.
In his feeling, the internal energy in Qiu Tai's punch was extremely solid. After this punch, even if he was unprepared, he only had to take a small step back to melt away the energy contained in it.
Fist strength.
You know, he is a truly top-notch strongman!
Qiu Tai's anger surged even more when he heard the referee's words: "It's already like this, isn't it the end?"
Although the middle-aged referee was shocked at Qiu Tai's strength, he didn't show it at all. In response to Qiu Tai's question, he only responded with a moderate response: "On both sides of the competition, no one fell out of the ring, no one died, and no one died.
If someone admits defeat, then the game is not over!"
The middle-aged referee said, tightening the hand that blocked Qiu Tai's punch, grabbing one of Qiu Tai's iron fists, and swinging it with force, directly throwing Qiu Tai out of the ring.
After dealing with Qiu Tai's matter, the middle-aged referee once again
Speak loudly.
"Once again, no one is allowed to interfere with the sword discussion. Qiu Tai, this is your first offense, so I will pretend that nothing happened. However, if you do it again, don't blame me for not giving you any advice.
The dragon group has lost face! Okay, let’s continue with the sword discussion!”
After Qiu Tai was thrown off the ring, his face turned from red to green, and finally turned into livid. The middle-aged referee's sudden attack was completely beyond his expectation.
Although he was a little reckless, he was not stupid. The referee's move had already blocked all his escape routes, and even with the referee's intervention, he could not save Xi Yunwen from Li Fei's hands.
Although the competition just now was short, the cultivation of the middle-aged referee, a top powerhouse, made Qiu Tai extremely afraid. He did not have the ability to confront a top powerhouse head-on.
"Yunwen! Give up now, give up now!"
Because of the obstruction of the middle-aged referee, Qiu Tai could only shout from the audience. At this time, he could only place his hope on Xi Yunwen to take the initiative to admit defeat. Otherwise, Qiu Tai would not doubt Li Fei's methods at all.
Xi Yunwen in the field, after hearing Qiu Tai's words, finally gave up the last trace of dignity and glory. After all, it is not worth dying here. What's more, falling into the hands of such a demon-like young man
, maybe even death is a luxury wish.
More importantly, life is worse than death!
Xi Yunwen lay half-dead in the shallow pit on the ring, staring blankly at the sky. Finally, Xi Yunwen raised the last strength in her body and said dejectedly: "I admit... poof..."
"Bang!"
There was another muffled sound, and Xi Yunwen screamed and spurted out a mouthful of blood. The blood-robed Li Fei lifted up the leg that was on Xi Yunwen's lower abdomen and stamped it hard, removing the last word Xi Yunwen wanted to say.
It was blocked abruptly!
"What, you bitch, you still want to admit defeat?" Li Fei stepped on Xi Yunwen's cheek with his foot, and it was as insulting as possible: "Did I tell you to admit defeat? It seems that you haven't realized it yet.
You are in such a bad situation! You really don’t know what to say!”
"presumptuous!!!"
On the referee's stage, when he saw this scene, Ying Tian roared angrily, slapped the table with his palm, and with a flash of his body, he went directly to the sky above the No. 6 ring, looking down at all living beings.
At this time, Ying Tian changed his usual scholar appearance, with a gloomy face and murderous aura. Although he was still wearing a scholar's robe, his aura was so powerful that everyone who saw him felt like they were soaked in something.
In the ice, it's freezing to the bone.
This is a deadly scholar!
It is precisely this kind of Ying Tian that reminds people of the most powerful person who has suppressed many top experts in the Chinese cultivation world for decades!
Ying Tian stood up out of thin air, like an emperor of the Nine Heavens, looking down at Li Fei on the ring.
Ying Tian's sudden appearance undoubtedly pushed the atmosphere of the entire Elite Sword Discussion Club to a new level.
This was only the third round of the group knockout, and Ying Tian, one of the referees, actually intervened. How could this not make the spectators excited?
In the eyes of many practitioners, the strongest man in the Chinese Empire, Dragon King Xuanyuan Wenyao, one of the most powerful, is almost a legend, and only a handful of people have seen him.
They are more respectful and proud of the Dragon King.
Apart from Xuanyuan Wenyao, the strongest person, Ying Tian is the strongest person in the entire Chinese Empire.
Although Ying Tian has rarely appeared in public in the past ten years, in the eyes of the older generation of practitioners, Ying Tian's light has shone for almost the entire era. Although he has never appeared in front of everyone, his legends and deeds are still
, but with the change of generations, word of mouth spreads!
In the decades before that, the name of Dragon Group Ying Tian was almost invincible for an era. He relied on his repeated battles.
He rose through the ranks, and his position was not a matter of luck.
Almost all the top powerhouses of his generation had fought with him. Even 20 years ago, he came out on top at the Supreme Power Conference, overwhelming all the heroes, even those who came from hidden forces.
None of them have obtained any benefits from his hands!
Anyone who has experienced that era knows how terrifying this seemingly gentle scholar can be once he gets into a fight!
What is going on now is the last game of the third round of knockout rounds. After the knockout rounds of other groups, due to the changes on Channel 6, the audience has already come in droves.
At this moment, because of Ying Tian's sudden intervention, the sixth team was completely exposed to the minds of all the contestants and everyone who came to watch the game.
What stunned the tens of thousands of spectators was that when faced with the questioning of Ying Tian, the super master known as the strongest among the strongest, the young man in blood robe still showed no fear at all. His face
There was even a hint of an evil smile on his face.
"hehe"
The young man in the bloody robe and holding the halberd smiled faintly. No one knew what he was laughing at, but his subsequent actions shocked everyone present and they were almost speechless.
Li Fei bent over slightly, grabbed the hair of Xi Yunwen who was lying on the ground and was dying, and pulled it so that Xi Yunwen's face faced Ying Tian floating in the air.
"What's wrong? The younger ones can't beat them, but the older ones are going up. Your dragon team, after all these years, is still just as bad! Sir referee, may I ask where I fouled?"
Li Fei not only showed no fear when facing Ying Tian, he even dared to taunt and provoke him.
However, after mocking the most powerful person, Li Fei no longer paid attention to Ying Tian's uncertain face, and instead pulled Xi Yunwen's hair, turning her face so pale that it was almost
The colorless face was pointed at Murong Yunqing, and he said with a sneer: "Murong Yunqing, I just want to ask you one question, will you save me or not?"
"Murong Yunqing! Kill him!"
Ying Tian stood high in the sky. After all, he was a referee, and Li Fei was too big to take action. But Murong Yunqing was different. In addition, it was Li Fei who took the initiative to provoke Murong Yunqing.
It's not a rule, but it's reasonable.
Murong Yunqing nodded, didn't say anything more, and just took a step forward slightly.
Just one step!
A sword light suddenly flashed around Murong Yunqing. This sword light seemed to contain some kind of magical sword intention. In a moment, the sword light split up and the afterimage flickered. At a glance, people felt that at this moment
Murong Yunqing seems to be in a world of swords.
Murong Yunqing's heart moved slightly, his inner energy took shape, and a three-foot long sword appeared in his hand.
At this time, there are only two things in her world, one is the sword in her hand, and the other is the enemy in front of her!
"This...this...what is this?"
Among the people watching the battle, there were many experts from the older generation, but even these people, even the top experts who had reached the Nine Heavens Realm, were stunned when they saw this scene.
Murong Yunqing's sword made it difficult for them, old people who had been around for most of their lives, to understand it!
"What a sword!"
The blue-shirted swordsman Xu San, who had always been in an inconspicuous corner and looked ordinary, couldn't help but whisper softly when he saw Murong Yunqing at this time.
On the other side, the battle had ended. Ye Wuming, the chief disciple of Kunlun Temple who was known as the strongest person in this elite sword discussion meeting, looked at Murong Yunqing who was walking slowly, and frowned slightly.
Sword God Jian Wushang, who was sitting on the main referee's table, felt a look of shock on his face for the first time when he felt the change in Murong Yunqing's aura.
This kind of aura is too familiar to him. It is the will of the sword and the will of the sword.