That was too terrible!
All the disciples incredibly looked at the two men in the arena. "How strong were they?"
At that moment, they felt their hearts were shattered in the explosion.
In the arena, their palms were still stuck together.
That posture lasted for four seconds.
Then, one of them gave a choked cry and stumbled backward.
It was Liang Feixue!
There was an exclamation in the crowd.
Did Liang Feixue lose?
The disciples of the Central Academy of white shirts covered their mouths, revealing unbelievable looks.
The brothers of Honorable Alliance of Seven were also flurried. Only Li Muyun was still calm. He stopped Wu Chen, his third little brother and the martial mania, who was about to rush to the arena. No one knew what he was thinking.
"Did Liang Feixue lose?"
Ding Hao was also surprised, but somehow, he felt that things did not seem so simple.
Would the young man with almond-shaped ey
The situation was reversed in a way that no one had thought of. Li Lan, who had no power to fight back, was about to be killed. All the audience just stood there, gasping. They had no time to lend a hand. Just at that time— Boom! The ground was shaking. "Stop!" There was a loud voice, and then a figure suddenly popped up from the player's rest preparation area. Instantly, this figure had already rushed into the arena and took Li Lan, who had been in a coma, in his arms, and a dazzling red sword radiance burst out from his right hand, forming a strange sword net in the air, blocking up Liang Feixue's violent attack from the opposite. Boom! The violent Qi burst wildly. The nominal disciples within 20 meters of the first ring were instantly blown out by the powerful force from the two fighters. They could not keep their positions at all by their own abilities. "It's Senior brother Ding!" Zhang Fan and W
In this discussion, the second game of the semifinals began. This is an internal battle inside Honorable Alliance of Seven—Li Muyun, the first leader VS Feng Xingjun, the fifth leader. That was the shortest race in the semifinals because Feng Xingjun just declared that he admit defeat and gave up the game. Li Muyun directly promoted. When Feng Xingjun threw in the sponge, Li Muyun was very surprised. He did not expect his fifth brother to give up the game. They had already made an appointment before that, regardless of the strength, they had to try their best to fight against each other. However, Feng Xingjun just smiled and jumped off the ring. In this way, the biggest beneficiary of this game was Li Muyun. He became one of the four players without a fierce battle, so there was not any consumption of his strength. He could wait at his ease for his fatigued opponent in the next round. For the way of Feng Xingjun's doing, the comments
Among the crowd, Li Canyang and Xiao Chengxuan were also immersed in the world of sword light. Before entering Swordsmanship-seeking Sect, they were both the geniuses of their respective territories. They enjoyed a good reputation. They had known Ding Hao before. They knew the strength of Ding Hao at that time, but they did not expect Ding Hao was so strong now. His strength grew so fast. "So there are indeed super geniuses in this world!" Both of them could not help but feel disheartened. While Li Yiruo, the proud little swan, did not think too much. Under the gaze of many male disciples, she frowned and watched the contest. She secretly repeated the words. "Lin Xin is more handsome than Ding Hao." "Lin Xin will win" and "Lin Xin's postures are really handsome". Even when Lin Xin occasionally took the upper hand, she deliberately screamed and laughed. Many male disciples were sorrowful and angry that this beauty of the five academies had gi
Of course, the fat man was a special case of the games. In the next competitions, he would definitely have an opponent, which meant that Ren Xiaoyao would have to fight against one of the three strongest players, Li Muyun, Liang Feixue, and Ding Hao. At this time, the crowd would know whether Ren Xiaoyao was a master or not. Many people were gnashing their teeth and waiting for the fat man to be defeated in one movement. You could not blame them since this fat guy's was having excessive good luck. … Since the game would be over today, the next round of the game started not long before the end of the semifinals. The players of the games were posted on the stone tablet next to the first arena. Liang Feixue VS Ren Xiaoyao! Li Muyun VS Ding Hao! The two strong men in the Central Academy of white shirts were respectively confronted with two masters from the Eastern Academy of green shirts and the Northern Academy of yellow sh
Just as everyone felt pity for Liang Feixue, suddenly, an unexpected change took place out of the blue. At that point, an eye-popping scene emerged— The fat man suddenly stopped dodging. He took the three strokes with the long sword in his hand against Liang Feixue. Then he took the opportunity to draw a distance between them and waved his hands in a hurry. He shouted loudly. "Stop! Stop! Don't fight, don't fight, my God, I can't do it. I'm starving, I will starve to death if I don't eat anything now. Forget it, you won, don't fight..." Between the words, he actually jumped directly from the arena. The crowd saw that the nasty fat man, like a wild dog, rushed to the players' rest and preparation area, and took out a golden crispy roast chicken emitting a seductive scent from his baggage. He tore it open in a second and frantically threw them into his mouth. "What the..." Ding Hao couldn't stop the corner of his lips from twitching. What on e
The bell had already rung. The fight between the dragon and the tiger was about to start. … On the stage. Ding Hao looked at his opponent and felt a suffocating pressure for the first time. Li Muyun was undoubtedly on top of all the powerful opponents he had ever encountered. This young man had gradually become the White Shirt King in Central Academy of white shirts. He had a king's posture, and faintly gave a kind of aura that he got dragon and tiger following him, noble and majestic. He was the head of "Honorable Alliance of Seven", famous among the five academies. He was the pride of Central Academy of white shirts and a sign of power as well. Few people had seen Li Muyun go all out in a battle. But everyone knew that Li Muyun was very very strong! If he was not strong, how could Liang Feixue be willing to take second place in Honorable Alliance of Seven? Those unruly memebers such as Feng Xingjun and Chen Sheng, how
In the meantime, Ding Hao's body suddenly madly spiraled in the air. Like a huge drill, the rusted sword instantly burst into tremendous force. It got rid of Li Muyun's fingers and continued to invade his forehead lightning fast. The terrible icing air had already permeated Li Muyun's face. The listed disciples under the ring all exclaimed. The disciples of Central Academy of white shirts were shocked, while the disciples of Eastern Academy of green shirts were excited—because if it went like this, Li Muyun would have to move his feet. In this way, he would lose. Ding Hao's three moves were smooth and carefully laid out. He had gone to extremes to fully exert his own strength, which was really terrifying. On the face of Li Muyun, at this moment, there was also a hint of surprise. He seemed to be surprised that Ding Hao's rusted sword was able to break free from his fingers. He thought he had seen Ding Hao through, whose real st
"Is it? I can't wait any longer, come on!" Ding Hao said and licked his lips, eyes burning with crazy fervor. At this moment, Ding Hao gave the impression of being like a sharp sword—although it may lose to its opponent, it will not bend. A swordsman. That was a swordsman's pride. Ding Hao also had his personal pride. Ding Hao's eyes seemed to be kindled with a crazy enthusiasm, while Li Muyun's eyes appeared deep in a trance, as if remembering a person or a thing. Then he looked up at the distant sky and seemed to be lost in memories. After a long time, Li Muyun's expression suddenly became sharp and he nodded seriously, saying, "They will still be three moves. If you can withstand my three moves, it'll be your win." After that, he slowly pulled out a sword that was hanging from his waist. The blade was bright, like a milky way suddenly appearing on the ring, air condensing in the process. Outside the challenge arena, Liang Fe