"The sixth competition is between Leng Wenbin, a disciple of the Dengli Sect, and Chen Busheng, a disciple of the Canghai Sect. Please come to the ring to prepare."
The person in charge of the referee turned into a Jindan disciple of Lingxiao Sect and said loudly.
In full view of everyone, Leng Wenbin and Chen Busheng jumped onto the ring.
Of course, most eyes are focused on Leng Wenbin.
This disciple did not attract much attention when he first appeared on the scene, but after two competitions, he has become a star that attracted everyone's attention.
Not because of strength, but because of luck.
"The competition begins!"
The referee shouted loudly.
The two people on the stage did not act immediately, but raised their breath and looked at each other with full vigilance.
Chen Busheng patted his storage bag, took out his magic weapon Flying Sword, and said: "As the saying goes, it will be full of energy, then it will fall again, and it will be exhausted three times. You have had two consecutive bursts of inspiration and extraordinary performance. I don't believe that your good luck will continue.
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Having said that, he did not attack, but poured mana into the magic weapon, forming a white light shield that enveloped his whole body.
Obviously, the failures of Fu Juncai and Zhong Yinhe in the first two games deeply impressed Chen Busheng, so he neither took the initiative to attack nor lured the enemy deeper, but first defended himself and became a hedgehog.
Everyone in Kuangsha Sect saw this and nodded slightly.
They also thought the same as Chen Busheng. Although they did not believe that Leng Wenbin could continue to burst out with inspiration, it was always right to be prepared.
As soon as Leng Wenbin starts attacking, he will know his status, and he will have a choice whether to deepen his defense or strike back strongly.
Opposite me, Leng Wenbin was a little hesitant.
After the referee called the start, he did not feel the same excitement as in the previous two competitions, and his heart sank slightly.
It seems that only three good things come true, the lucky fairy did not continue to favor him.
But immediately, Leng Wenbin became calm.
"I have won two games. Even if I lose in the last one, I still have four points. I am tied for first place with Fu Juncai from the Lingxiao sect, pushing Kuangsha sect and Canghai sect behind. Not only do I not have the Lamen sect,
On the contrary, I have gained a lot of glory and face, so what are you worried about?"
Thinking of this, Leng Wenbin no longer felt any burden in his heart and suddenly became enlightened.
"Since Brother Chen wants to defend, I won't be polite."
Leng Wenbin laughed loudly, jumped up in the air, and with a flash of light in his hand, there was already a magical flying sword, which slashed towards Chen Busheng.
“No burst of inspiration!”
Everyone looked at this scene and had the same thought in their hearts.
Leng Wenbin's sword was condescending and slashed through Huashan Mountain. Although it was quite impressive and powerful, it was just a very ordinary slash. Regardless of the timing, strength or skill of the attack, it was ordinary. He defeated Fu Juncai and Fu Juncai instantly in the previous two games.
Zhong Yinhe and Zhong Yinhe's attacks were completely different.
It seems that Leng Wenbin's good luck has finally come to an end.
Everyone from Lingxiao, Kuangsha and Canghai sects smiled.
Everyone in the Dengli faction felt a little regretful.
Although this is expected, who doesn't want to have good luck all the time?
Chen Busheng raised his head and stared at Leng Wenbin who fell from the sky. He continued to maintain a defensive posture and did not dodge.
It's not unavoidable.
As an outstanding disciple, Chen Bu Sheng could naturally see that Leng Wenbin's attack was ordinary and not a sudden burst of inspiration.
Because of this, he had to resist.
Because only a head-on collision can evaluate Leng Wenbin's true strength.
Sooner or later, in the blink of an eye, Leng Wenbin's flying sword set off a dazzling sword light and struck in front of Chen Busheng.
Chen Busheng had already poured mana into the flying sword, and the white light emitted by the flying sword seemed to turn into substance, wrapping his whole body like a giant white cocoon.
But in the giant cocoon, there are countless tiny rays of light looming, ready to go.
That was the counterattack prepared by Chen Busheng. As long as he could block Leng Wenbin's sword, the next counterattack would be extremely fierce.
Suddenly, Leng Wenbin was shocked, and a mysterious feeling rose from the bottom of his heart and filled his whole body.
The burst of inspiration came again! Leng Wenbin didn't even have time to be happy. Just like instinct, all the mana in his body, like a flood bursting from a dam, was poured into the magic flying sword in an instant.
This is impossible in normal times. Although manpower is limited, it is impossible to use them all at once.
But when inspiration breaks out, the impossible becomes a matter of course.
In an instant, the light from Leng Wenbin's flying sword was ten times greater than before, as if the sun had exploded and became extremely dazzling.
Everyone had never expected such a change and couldn't help but exclaimed in unison.
Amidst the screams, Leng Wenbin was like a comet hitting the earth, hitting the giant white cocoon created by Chen Busheng.
Boom! A deafening explosion sounded, and the giant white cocoon exploded instantly like glass being hit hard by a big hammer.
Countless lights and fires scattered wildly around like bullets.
A protective and restrictive light shield was raised on the edge of the arena in time, and was hit by a powerful light and fire attack, making a loud sound.
Chen Busheng screamed wildly, and the flying sword in his hand instantly dimmed and flew straight into the sky.
As for himself, he spurted out a mouthful of blood and was directly knocked away by the unrivaled force. He flew straight out of the ring like a stone shot by a slingshot, and was about to fly out of the stands.
Although he defended with all his strength, how could he withstand Leng Wenbin's blow that was filled with all his mana.
"Step up!"
Everyone in the Kuangsha Sect roared in unison, and several Jindan disciples shot out, catching Chen Busheng in the air, and then returned to the stands.
Leng Wenbin exhausted all his mana with one blow and was completely knocked out. The aftermath was pushed out more than ten meters, and he lay directly on the ring. He felt so exhausted that he couldn't even move a little finger.
"Wen Bin."
The disciples of the Dengli Sect shouted one after another, and couldn't help but fly to the ring to see what happened.
Chen Hao said: "You don't need to go up. He is fine. He just lost strength. He will be fine after recovering."
All the disciples looked at him in surprise and stopped.
Soon, the light dissipated, and the arena gradually returned to normal under automatic repair.
Leng Wenbin took a few deep breaths, put his hands on the ground, and stood up tremblingly.
"choke!"
Although Leng Wenbin struggled to stand, his expression was extremely excited. He raised his arms high, clenched his fists, and roared.
In this competition, he was already prepared to lose. Unexpectedly, the lucky fairy still didn't leave him. At the most critical moment, he got an inspiration and defeated Chen Busheng with one blow.
Winning all three battles! First place! Perfect! "Choke!"
“Wen Bin, that’s great!”
"Nice fight!"
The Dengli disciples cheered in unison.
The other three factions had stiff expressions.
Especially the Canghai sect, the collective face is dark.
"Master Yu, the disciples of your sect are really lucky!"