HLnovel 第129章 第135139章 最后8轮比赛（5合(第15页)
第129章 第135139章 最后8轮比赛（5合(第15页)
Chapter 129 Chapter 135~139 The last eight rounds (five in one)
"Scene 32, Li Daoxuan versus Yan Chihuo."
In the last match of the first round of the last nine rounds of ranking competition, Li Daoxuan and Yan Chihuo faced off again.
hum!
The arena was silent for a moment, then erupted into an astonishing sound.
Although in the second stage of the knockout round, Li Daoxuan lost to Yan Chihuo.
But no one in the room dared to underestimate Li Daoxuan, the number one swordsman of the young generation in Nanzhuo Domain before Ye Chen appeared.
Even Ye Chen's current strength is only enough to fight Li Daoxuan.
Yan Chihuo naturally did not dare to underestimate him. Although he did not use his full strength to defeat Li Daoxuan in the last battle, he managed to avoid Li Daoxuan's ruthless swordsmanship. Only one strand of hair was cut off, which was indeed an element of luck.
At this time, facing Li Daoxuan, he still didn't dare to be careless at all.
And Li Daoxuan didn't talk nonsense at all. As soon as he came on stage, the sword was unsheathed. The sword body could not be seen, only faint sword light swept out, and it disappeared in an instant.
"break."
Yan Chihuo didn't dare to be too confident. The fact that he could barely hold on to three moves in Li Daoxuan's hands without drawing his sword in the last game didn't mean that he could do it this time. The fiery red long sword was drawn out, and the crimson true energy shot up into the sky, turning into a mouthful of ten The Zhang Zhang slashed at Li Daoxuan with his blazing giant sword.
The sword light was like the wind, shadowless and invisible. Yan Chihuo's red flame giant sword chopped into pieces thirty meters away from Li Daoxuan, but the next moment, the sword light gathered again.
Like a gust of wind, it can never be broken.
"It's the artistic conception of wind." Wei Yifeng narrowed his eyes. It was obvious that Li Daoxuan's artistic conception of wind had reached a very high level, not inferior to Yan Chihuo's artistic conception of fire.
It's a pity that the wind helped the fire. Yan Chihuo sucked in the air with his right hand, and immediately slashed out sword lights again. The sword lights were like fire, easily swallowing Li Daoxuan's sword light. The sword lights all turned into fire dragons, carrying endless fiery red meaning, killing To Li Daoxuan.
"Fire Dragon Slash!"
As soon as this move came out, the faces of many young giants present changed color. No one had seen Yan Chihuo use this move against Li Daoxuan before.
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
"Kill the sky!"
Feeling threatened, Li Daoxuan no longer held back, and used ruthless swordsmanship frequently. The whole person seemed to have thrown away all emotions, there was no ripples in the ancient well, and his sword had no emotion, only endless sharpness and sharpness. Kill all enemies in sight.
chi chi chi
The table was suddenly riddled with holes, and sword energy and saber energy were everywhere.
The stage sealing light curtain was like a wasp that exploded its nest, being twisted and deformed by countless tiny sword energy and sword light, but there was no sign of damage.
At this moment, the three-hundred-meter-long competition stage was filled with two colors, one was silver and the other was endless fiery red, which were incompatible with each other and formed a sharp contrast.
Chi Chi!
Two figures emerged from the silver and fiery red respectively.
They are Li Daoxuan and Yan Chihuo.
At this time, Li Daoxuan had a scorch mark on his chest and his clothes had turned into fly ash.
There was a sword mark about five centimeters long on Yan Chihuo's face, with traces of blood spilling from it.
"Your silent killing move seems to have become more perfect." Yan Chihuo wiped blood on his face. This was the first time he was injured since the start of the game. Even if this injury is almost negligible, it will not affect the combat effectiveness at all.
A trace of blood flowed from the corner of Li Daoxuan's mouth, "It's a pity that I lost to you again." Just now, when the two of them reached the 248th move, his sword struck first, using the seventh form of the ruthless swordsmanship. The killing move 'Silent' cut into pieces Yan Chihuo's body-protecting energy and passed through his cheek.
Then Yan Chihuo's sword light arrived instantly and was flicked away by him at the critical moment.
He avoided serious injury, but he still suffered some trauma.
The meridians were injured by the blazing sword light.
Li Daoxuan had used this move before, but it only cut off a strand of Yan Chihuo's hair, but this time it broke his body-protecting Qi, so Yan Chihuo said that Li Daoxuan's killing move was more perfect.
hold head high!
After Yan Chihuo's dragon-shaped shadow swallowed part of Li Daoxuan's dragon vein energy, it grew from eight feet seven to eight feet eight. It's not far away from Sikong Sheng's Jiuzhangyi.
After the two men stepped down, the sixty-third round of ranking competition was finally over.
There are only the last eight rounds left in the Qianlong Ranking competition.
Wei Yifeng looked at the two people who came off the stage and nodded secretly. Li Daoxuan's swordsmanship is not inferior to Yan Chihuo's swordsmanship.
But Yan Chihuo took advantage of his age. He was one year older than Li Daoxuan, so he naturally practiced one year longer than Li Daoxuan.
This is why Li Daoxuan's strength is inferior to Yan Chihuo.
The victory or defeat between the two has nothing to do with anything else. It is purely a matter of a certain gap in hard power.
The game continues.
There was no young giant in the first five duels, and everyone was not very interested.
After the fifth game, the audience burst into cheers.
Wei Yifeng was on both sides of the match, and his opponent was Mo Yan, the disciple of Feitian Demon Sect who had been defeated in the second knockout stage.
Since Mo Yan lost to Tuoba Ku, Wei Yifeng, and Ye Chen, his popularity has dropped again and again, ranking last among the top ten seeded players.
There are even many people who feel that his strength is not as good as Bing Ling, who is relatively weak among the young giants, and his strength is also ranked at the bottom.
But some Baoyuan realm warriors will not underestimate him.
Mo Yan lost to Tuoba Ku because his opponent's defense was relatively high, and his ability to see through weaknesses had little effect. He lost to Ye Chen because his martial arts level and attack power couldn't keep up, and his ability to see through weaknesses was even surpassed by his opponent.
As for Wei Yifeng, it's even simpler. With his current strength, even Yan Chihuo doesn't dare to say that he can definitely win against him.
It would be strange not to lose.
Of course, what everyone really cares about is not this, but whether they can fight against Wei Yifeng again like Li Daoxuan fought against Yan Chihuo for the second time and forced out some of Yan Chihuo's strength again. Force out some of Wei Yifeng's strength.
Except for the extremely conceited Sikong Sheng, all the other young giants are very concerned about this.
"Ghostly!"
The figure turned into black air and dispersed. Mo Yan did not expect to defeat Wei Youfeng, but chose to activate his true energy, distanced himself from Wei Youfeng, and instantly circled to the side of Wei Youfeng to launch an attack.
At least he couldn't be killed with one shot, that would be too ugly.
"Phantom Finger!"
Just when he released the dark green finger light to attack Wei Youfeng, Wei Youfeng had already drawn his gun.
Mo Yan felt a chill on his shoulder, as a black spear emitting a little starlight was stabbed from the front.
Mo Yan couldn't react in time. He couldn't see the light of the gun, and only felt that the body-protecting energy was shattered.
With bloodshot eyes flying. He was shot off the competition stage.
Instant kill!
"Your strength is too poor. After the Qianlong Ranking competition is over, you should go back and practice hard. There are no shortcuts in martial arts, and taking advantage of opportunities will only lead to self-humiliation."
Wei Yifeng shook his head, his face not red and his heart not beating when he said this, even though he had taken many shortcuts before that.