Du Feng still didn't move. He raised his arm and drew a circle with the pink jade hairpin in his hand. This circle just happened to surround the silver lotus, as if it was measured with a ruler. Yin Cuicui's soul-stirring sword skill seemed to have met its natural enemy, and the silver lotus collapsed.
"You …"
Yin Cuicui was a little angry. She saw that Du Feng didn't move, and thought that she could easily win. But every time her sword stabbed out, it was always pulled away by an invisible force. It was like her whole body was soaked in glue, and she couldn't move at all.
This was more like it. Murong Mansha saw that Du Feng didn't use a sword but a hairpin, and thought that he still had feelings for Xiao Cui. At that time, she really wanted to send her jade hairpin up, but she was scared by Vermilion Bird Elder's stare, and she shrank back. Now it seemed that her cousin wasn't going easy on Yin Cuicui, but didn't put her in his eyes at all.
Left turn, right turn, and a back flip. As the pink jade hairpin waved in her hand, Yin Cuicui flipped up and down like a monkey. It wasn't that she wanted to flip, but she had to do it, or else she would be stabbed by her own sword.
"I'll fight you to the death."
Yin Cuicui bit the tip of her tongue and spat a mouthful of blood onto her sword. It was the Fleeting Light Sword Art's Sacrifice Skill. Her whole body's blood spurted out, and her face turned from white to red, and then from red to purple. The sword in her hand suddenly exploded. The fragments of the sword turned into small deadly flowers, scattering in all directions. It didn't look fast, but it gave people a feeling that it was impossible to dodge.
"This woman is quite powerful!"
The male contestant who looked down on Yin Cuicui before changed his opinion. The Flowing Light Sword Skill really lived up to its name, and the last Sacrifice Skill was actually this powerful. If he was on the stage, he might have been stabbed into a hornet's nest, and he didn't know if contestant 177 could dodge it.
Humph, he really looked down on her. Murong Mansha was also a little unhappy. She had a thought that Yin Cuicui's sword skill was also taught by her cousin. Because her Xiao Ming Jue was learned from Du Feng, and Yin Cuicui was just a prostitute, where did she get such a good sword skill?
A woman's intuition was really terrifying. The Flowing Light Sword Art was really passed down by Du Feng. Thus, he was very familiar with this sword technique. Even if it was a short-lived Sacrificial Skill, he was not afraid at all. His body still didn't move, but the pink jade hairpin in his hand suddenly exploded into pink powder. Like a thick cloud of fog, it wrapped around the sword fragments and crashed towards Yin Cuicui.
"Ah!"
Yin Cuicui turned pale with fright. The Sacrificial Skill that she had just used was a move that would injure the enemy a thousand times and herself eight hundred times. Her entire body's True Essence had already been emptied out. His legs turned to jelly in fear, and he fell from the stage. This fall was like a fairy descending to the mortal world. Her long skirt fluttered in the wind and her posture was graceful. Unfortunately, she landed face first on the ground with a loud smack. She then pulled her skirt down to cover her face. If she had known this would happen, she would have worn a pair of long pants.
Shameful, simply too shameful. At this moment, she could only pretend that she had fainted from the fall. Otherwise, she would be too ashamed to face anyone. This was a hundred times more shameful than killing her with a sword. But why was her sword technique countered so easily? Yin Cuicui would never have guessed that the Flowing Light Sword Technique that Duan Qingwu had spent a lot of money to buy for her came from Du Feng.
What white thighs … Zhao Tianlei wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and stared at Yin Cuicui's exposed thighs. Brother Feng was indeed a good person. He didn't forget to give benefits to his brothers after winning.
"Xiao Cui, wake up, Xiao Cui."
A figure rushed forward and checked Yin Cuicui's condition with concern. He had spent a lot of effort to bribe a few elders to arrange for Xiao Cui to come here. If she died just like that, it would be a big loss.
"Don't worry, I, Du Feng, never hit women."
"She has already fainted, and you still have the face to say that you don't hit women." Lin Taichen raised his head and shouted at Du Feng who was on the stage.
"Of course, it doesn't count if she fell on her own."
Du Feng shrugged his shoulders, looking very innocent. He was right. He had been on the defense the whole time. Even in the end, Yin Cuicui was so scared that she fell off the stage.
This kid is a bit interesting. Hearing Du Feng's words about not hitting women, the Vermillion Bird Elder's eyes lit up. Looking at the two proud disciples beside him, he seemed to have understood something. No, I have to keep them away from this kid. Otherwise, it will definitely delay my cultivation. Oh right, there's also Xiaohui. I thought that she was still young and didn't understand the relationship between men and women, but now it seems that I have to keep away from number 177.
Zheng Xiaohui felt a cold gaze directed at her and couldn't help but shrink her neck. Turning around, Zhang Xuan happened to see his frosty master. She thought to herself, I didn't do anything wrong, why is master suddenly angry?
"How is it? What are your chances of winning against him?"
In the corner, the outer court elder Wang Chun was chatting with a young man dressed in black. He seemed to be very concerned about the next round of the competition.
"Yeah, what are your chances of winning? Hurry up and tell me."
If Du Feng was here, he would definitely recognize that the person who urged him was Wang Guicai who he met in the Formation Alliance. The reason why he was so arrogant was because he had an uncle who was an outer court elder, Wang Chun.
"100%!"
The voice of the young man covered in black clothes and a black bamboo hat was hoarse. His voice sounded like two pieces of old wood rubbing against each other, giving people goosebumps. No one knew his name. There was only a code name on the register, Blood Crow. It was dressed entirely in black and had a pair of scarlet eyes, making it look like a giant crow.
He had seen all of Du Feng's matches. The main thing was that he was strong and then he was testing his skills. Those might be useful against the weak, but they were useless against him. As long as the Blood Crow War Beast appeared, all skills would be useless.
"Good, very good! As long as you can kill that kid, I promise … "
Wang Chun hardened his heart and made a promise. The price he had to pay was not small, but only by killing Du Feng could he break the demon in Wang Guicai's heart. If he didn't break the demon in his heart, it would be difficult for him to make any progress in his Cultivation.
"Number 97 versus Number 73."
Both contestants were in the top 100. The audience's mood was immediately stirred up. Number 97's ranking was similar to Chilhart's, while Number 73's ranking was much higher. It was just that no one knew who he was. This was because this person never showed his face, and always wore a black bamboo hat and veil.
Du Feng was watching the match from the audience stand. He also noticed Number 73 on the stage. Because this person was giving off a special feeling, the [Viridescent Flower Egg] in his body jumped a few times. He didn't know what the next match would be like. Both contestants were in the top 100. It should be very exciting.
"Die!"
Number 73 Blood Crow only said one word after he got on the stage. Then he saw Number 97 fall to the ground. He didn't even have time to raise his knife. What was going on? The audience suddenly went silent.
"Next match, Number 73 versus Number 177."
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