The discussion made both Leng Wuxin and Zhou Yang's faces darken, especially Leng Wuxin. The Flowing Light Sword Qi that he was so proud of had only scratched Zhou Yang's skin. Such a blow was like being slapped by Zhou Yang.
"Looks like I can't continue playing around. Let's finish this battle quickly."
Zuo Shaocai fared better than Leng Wuxin. After all, he was only supporting Leng Wuxin, who was the main attacker.
Holding his saber, Young Master Zuo walked toward Zhou Yang. Every step he took caused the stone platform to shake.
Boom!
Suddenly, a crack appeared beneath Zuo Shaocai's feet. Accompanied by a muffled cracking sound, Zuo Shaocai charged towards Zhou Yang.
Bang …
The sword and the saber collided, and the two of them instantly clashed.
Zhou Yang never expected that Zuo Shaocai would choose to fight in close combat with him. This was exactly what he wanted.
But before that, there was still a problem that he had to solve.
He was none other than Leng Wuxin.
At that moment, Leng Wuxin had already circled behind Zhou Yang. After a round of battle, he attacked Zhou Yang from the edge of the stone platform with his Sword Qi of Flowing Light.
This was a huge threat to Zhou Yang.
From the first fight, he had already determined that Leng Wuxin's body was relatively weak, and the Sword Qi of Flowing Light was fast and powerful in attack, but weak in defense.
With a feint, Zhou Yang bypassed Zuo Shaocai and dashed toward Leng Wuxin.
"You want to get close to me." Leng Wuxin sneered. As a cultivator of the Flowing Light Sword Principle, he naturally knew the weakness of the Flowing Light Sword Principle. He would never let Zhou Yang get close to him.
Soon, Leng Wuxin decided to give up on attacking Zuo Shaocai. Instead, he circled around the ring to create an opening for Zuo Shaocai.
One of them dodged, while the other attacked. Zhou Yang chased after Leng Wuxin while defending against Zuo Shaocai.
"Not good. Zhou Yang is too passive. If this goes on, he will lose sooner or later," Tang Yuewu said anxiously.
"That's right, the only way now is to quickly return and finish off Zuo Shaocai, but Zuo Shaocai's strength is too strong. If it was one on one, Young Master might have a chance, but one on two …" Cheng Qiaoqing shook her head. From the bottom of her heart, she felt that Zhou Yang was too reckless in this battle.
"Everyone, look! Zhou Yang has given up on defending."
At this moment, someone suddenly shouted.
Boom!
With one strike, Zuo Shaocai's saber directly chopped down on Zhou Yang's back, completely dispersing Zhou Yang's protective Zhen Qi. At the same time, a long and deep wound appeared on his back.
Fortunately, broadswords and heavy swords were not sharp, and they were used to injure the enemy with strength.
The tremendous force forced Zhou Yang to fly forward. Coupled with his own speed, he arrived in front of Leng Wuxin in an instant.
Leng Wu Xin turned pale with fright. It was a nightmare for him to be approached by a martial artist with a heavy sword.
"Astral Soul, appear!"
In a moment of desperation, Leng Wuxin let out a shout, and a shadow of a white wolf appeared behind him.
The Silver Wolf Astral Soul was a high-grade Earthly Fiend Astral Soul, and it excelled in speed. This was also the reason why Leng Wuxin had chosen the Flowing Light Sword Qi.
Rays of silver light appeared around the body of the Astral Soul, and Zhou Yang's heavy sword also arrived on time.
Whoosh!
The sword struck the silver light, but it did not hit Leng Wuxin. By then, Leng Wuxin was already thirty feet away.
Leng Wuxin dodged it!
Everyone's hearts that were in their throats finally sank.
However, at this moment, a red flame flew out of Zhou Yang's hand and hit Leng Wuxin, who did not have time to turn around.
Boom!
The flame instantly burned Leng Wuxin completely. Leng Wuxin was terrified, and he did not have time to counterattack. He rushed down the stage without hesitation.
"Big brother, save me …"
With a loud shout, Li Yichen gritted his teeth and extended his hand. A gust of cold air wrapped around Leng Wuxin. After a while, Leng Wuxin was finally pulled back from the brink of death.
"Zhou Yang, I want you dead!"
Leng Wuxin flew into a rage out of humiliation as he looked at the disdainful gazes around him. He immediately rushed up the stage.
"Despicable, shameless! You have already asked for help, and you still dare to go up. You have lost the face of Fenghua City." Tang Yuewu scolded angrily. Soon, some people who could not stand it began to curse as well.
"Deputy Dean Li, you are the notary. This is not in line with the rules." Cheng Qiaoqing looked at Li Changhe.
Li Changhe frowned, "Every stage has a deacon who presides over the battle. I am only here to watch. I cannot overstep my authority."
"Shameless," Cheng Feng scolded immediately.
Li Changhe pretended not to hear anything and closed his eyes.
"Die, Zhou Yang."
Suddenly, Leng Wuxin, who was on the stage, pointed his long sword to the sky. Then, he dashed toward Zhou Yang with his sword. At the same time, Zuo Shaocai's saber also attacked.
The two of them locked Zhou Yang's Qi from both sides, leaving him with no place to hide.
"Swoosh!"
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Leng Wuxin's sword arrived first, but it was caught by Zhou Yang the moment it pierced Zhou Yang's chest.
The tip of the sword was blocked by Zhou Yang's hand, so no one could see how deep it had pierced.
However, the killing move was not over yet. The saber followed closely.
The target of the saber was Zhou Yang's head. Once it hit Zhou Yang, he would definitely die. It was impossible for him to dodge at this moment.
Liu Yunluo, who had always been calm, could not help but cover her mouth. Tang Yuewu, who was next to her, grabbed Cheng Qiaoqing anxiously.
"Bang!"
The saber fell, but it was caught by Zhou Yang's other hand. However, the power was still great. If he tried to resist it, his hand would be cut off and his head would be smashed.
At this critical moment, Zhou Yang tilted his hand slightly and the saber landed on his shoulder.
"Crack!"
The saber cut into Zhou Yang's shoulder. It was not inferior to the one from the Blood Disciple, but it was not fatal.
The air seemed to have frozen.
Everyone's expression froze.
Even Zuo Shaocai and Leng Wuxin were horrified.
"Is … is he dead?"
Leng Wuxin asked timidly after a while.
Zuo Shaocai's hand, which was holding the saber, was trembling. He did not hear Leng Wuxin's words at all. He just stared at Zhou Yang. He had a feeling that the man with his eyes closed might still be alive.
"Draw your sword."
After staring for a while, Zuo Shaocai suddenly said. Then, he began to pull out the saber. Leng Wuxin also came back to his senses and held his sword tightly.
But in the next moment, their faces turned pale.
The saber and the sword could not be pulled out at all, as if they had taken root.
"Patter …"
Drops of blood dripped from Zhou Yang's hands.
"Can I fight back now?"
An evil voice and an even more evil smile appeared at the corner of Zhou Yang's mouth.
Seeing this scene, everyone was dumbfounded. The legs of the timid ones were even shaking. Tang Yuewu and Xiao He were already in tears.
Zhou Yang was not dead!
"How is this possible … how did he block that sword?" Hua Yunfeng said in shock.
"How could he be so strong? Impossible, absolutely impossible!" Li Yichen also shook his head.
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