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Two days later, it was the day of the battle again. Ying Feiyang arrived at the Black Tortoise Platform early in the morning, waiting for his opponent, Xing Fei. The crowd below the platform was bustling with discussion. Since the first two battles, Ying Feiyang's name was known to everyone. His odds had jumped to the third place in the hall, and his popularity to win the championship was only below Ren Jiuxiao and Xie Lingyan. At this time, it could be said that everyone below the platform was here to watch his sword battle. 【Love ↑ Go △ Small ↓ Say △ Net
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Ying Feiyang calmly waited for his opponent, Xing Fei, to arrive. In the end, when the sun was high up in the sky, Xing Fei still had not arrived. Ying Feiyang was getting impatient when he heard the referee's disciple announce, "Xing Fei has not arrived on time. Ying Feiyang wins." The crowd, who had intended to watch a good show, hissed in unison and dispersed.
It turned out that Xing Fei's battle two days ago was a pyrrhic victory. He had expended a lot of energy, and it would be hard for him to fight again. Moreover, his opponent was Ying Feiyang. Based on Ying Feiyang's previous two battles, and thinking about the enmity between him and Ying Feiyang, he would definitely lose. Moreover, there was a ninety-nine percent chance that he would lose miserably like Qin Meisheng and Luo Zhonghao. Xing Fei had already entered the top eight by luck, and his results had already exceeded his expectations. So why would he bring disgrace upon himself?
The Black Tortoise Platform didn't have a good show to watch, but a chorus of cheers came from the direction of the Azure Dragon Platform. Everyone below the platform turned to look at the Azure Dragon Platform, but the crowd was surging, so they couldn't see it clearly. On the contrary, because Ying Feiyang was standing high up on the platform, he could see it clearly.
On the Azure Dragon Platform, a handsome figure soared into the sky. Although his appearance could not be seen clearly, one could still feel that person's bone-piercing arrogance from afar. Who else could it be but Ren Jiuxiao?
Ren Jiuxiao let out a clear whistle, and the sword in his hand shone brightly. A ray of light shot out from the sword, and with a sharp whistling sound, it went straight for his opponent. His opponent blocked the attack with his sword, but it was difficult for him to withstand the power. He lost his balance and was thrown out of the ring. This was — —
"Sword Qi leaving his body?!!" For a moment, these four words came out of everyone's mouths one after another. They were all surprised and doubtful. Although these four words seemed simple, they had stumped countless people. There was a tacit rule in Ling Xiao Sword School that if one was over thirty years old and still could not reach the realm of Sword Qi leaving the body, he would be sent to a Taoist temple outside the school. Most of the masters of the outer disciples were from such a background. From this, it could be seen that there were many people in their thirties who were still unable to use Sword Qi.
In fact, to be able to use Sword Qi before the age of twenty was already an extraordinary talent. However, Ren Jiuxiao was only sixteen years old and already had such strength. He had reached a realm that some people would never be able to reach in their entire lives. How could he not be envious and praised?
Before the praises stopped, Ren Jiuxiao made another shocking move. His body stayed in the air, sword light scattered, and he actually released an even more magnificent sword qi. The sword qi whistled, like a long river cutting through the sky, flying over the heads of the disciples, and the direction of the sword qi was actually — —
"Can't wait to show off?" Ying Feiyang stared at the sword qi that was shooting towards him, and the beautiful sword light reflected his eyes. "Then, as per your invitation, I'll return your sword!" Ying Feiyang patted the scabbard on his back, and with a clang, the sword made a dragon roar and rushed straight to the bull. Ying Feiyang also jumped up and caught the sword in the air. A brilliant light bloomed in his palm, turning into a sharp sword qi, and shot straight out like a white rainbow.
Everyone held their necks high and looked at the black tortoise platform in the direction of Ren Jiuxiao's sword qi. The surprise in their eyes did not diminish. Suddenly, they saw a figure rising from the black tortoise platform, and the sword qi in his hand also released a sharp sword qi. The two sword qi formed a bridge over the crowd, and then with a soft sound, the sword qi collided and turned into a sharp wind that scattered in all directions. The two sword qi formed a bridge over the crowd, and then with a soft sound, the sword qi collided and turned into a sharp wind.
The two figures that were facing each other from afar also landed lightly, and the onlookers only then came back to their senses. "Ying Feiyang!" These three words were repeated again and again, but the crowd stared at Ying Feiyang, in addition to the original surprise and envy, there was also a layer of jealousy.
Just now when they saw Ren Jiuxiao's sword qi, although everyone was surprised at first, after calming down, they felt that it was natural. Ling Xiao Sword Dao had been established for hundreds of years, and there were countless talents, each leading the generation. To reach this level at Ren Jiuxiao's age was definitely not unprecedented, and it might not be the last. On the other hand, Ren Jiuxiao was the personal disciple of the sect leader, and he was overflowing with talent. He was faintly the number one disciple of this generation, and if he did not have such cultivation, it would make people feel that there were few talents in this generation.
However, Ying Feiyang was different. He was just an unknown outer court disciple, but in just a few days, he had shone brilliantly like a shooting star, and his reputation had risen. Now, he had even displayed strength that could rival Ren Jiuxiao. It was truly difficult to accept. Everyone couldn't help but think in their hearts, This brat must have had some kind of luck to be able to cultivate his sword technique to such an extent!
"Ren Jiuxiao, what did you do just now?" When Ren Jiuxiao landed back on the stage, the judging disciple realized that Ren Jiuxiao's sudden attack on the other stage was already against the rules, so he reprimanded him. Ren Jiuxiao said indifferently, "What did I do, can't you see?"
"Attacking other contestants, this is against the rules!"
"His match with me is over, so he can't be considered a contestant." Ren Jiuxiao said disdainfully, "Moreover, this sword is not an attack, it is just a letter of challenge!" After saying that, he sheathed his sword and flew over everyone's head, leaving only the judging disciple on the stage, whose face was green and red with anger.
"Pretentious!" Ying Feiyang pointed his little finger in the direction where Ren Jiuxiao disappeared and scolded him secretly. In fact, the two of them had just reached the realm of Sword Qi leaving the body. With their current cultivation, the Sword Qi only had power within ten meters. The Azure Dragon and Black Tortoise were more than a hundred meters away from each other, and the Sword Qi had already lost its form after traveling for a hundred meters.
Therefore, Ren Jiuxiao's sword was not an attack, but a demonstration of provocation. However, Ying Feiyang also had a bad temper, and he could not stand other people's provocation. He originally planned to save the Sword Qi as a trump card, but under the provocation, he revealed his trump card in advance.
"Ah, why should I compete with him?" Just now, his temper rose and he did not care, but now Ying Feiyang began to regret it again, "Forget it, let's go watch other people's matches." Without a trump card, Ying Feiyang always felt that he lacked confidence. The remaining two arenas would decide the last two top four candidates. Although the results were still unknown, those who could stand out from the crowd and enter the top four were definitely not mediocre. Without a trump card, he should know himself and his enemy.
Ignoring the surrounding people's pointing fingers, Ying Feiyang walked straight to the White Tiger Stage. His opponent was Ming Ye and a handsome disciple called Ji Mo, the disciple of Xie Lingyan's father, Xie Kangle. Like Ren Jiuxiao, he was a leading figure among the young disciples. Although his sword art was slightly inferior to Ren Jiuxiao's, his popularity was a hundred times better than Ren Jiuxiao's. In the betting area, he was the fifth favorite to win the championship. Now that the disciples below the stage were cheering for him, it seemed that Ming Ye was fighting alone.
Ying Feiyang focused his eyes and saw a familiar figure among the cheering crowd. Ying Feiyang walked closer and tugged on her sleeve, saying, "In any case, he is an outer disciple. If you can get the Taiyin Sword, you can't do it without his help. Do you have to help an outsider?"
Miao Miao turned her head and glanced at Ying Feiyang with her big black eyes, then turned back to the arena, as if she was reluctant to leave for a moment. "Why do you care? Who asked Ming Ye to not be as handsome as Senior Brother Ji?"
Ying Feiyang looked at the arena. Ji Kangsheng had red lips, white teeth, and eyes like shooting stars. He was extraordinarily handsome, but he was tall and slender. He was handsome and burly, very much like the Jin Ma Chao of the storytellers. Although Ying Feiyang could also be considered a handsome youth, he was still inferior to Ji Kangsheng. At this moment, he felt a little upset.
"Tsk, shallow!" Ying Feiyang mocked, but Miao Miao did not seem to hear anything. She clenched her fists, her face flushed, and her eyes sparkled. Ying Feiyang asked for a snub and shifted his gaze to the arena.
The sword in Ji Kang's hand was unbridled and unrestrained. It was the 'Famous Sword Wind Flow Technique'. The sword and the person complemented each other, making the person look even more handsome and free, like a celebrity from Wei-Jin or a flying immortal in the sky.
Ji Kang and the sword were as one, their coordination was perfect. As the sword light scattered, Ming Ye was already struggling left and right, falling into a disadvantageous position. Under the sword, the flames that sprouted around him were like weak fire snakes, curling up their bodies in fear. In the end, they still let out a cry and dissipated into nothingness.
Seeing that Ji Kang was superior in both foundation and swordsmanship, Miao Miao's eyes lit up. She waved her fists and shouted, "Ming Ye is about to lose. Senior Martial Brother Ji, put in more effort and knock him off the arena." However, Ying Feiyang snorted coldly and said sourly, "Not necessarily."
The battle developed just as Ying Feiyang said. Although Ming Ye was in a difficult situation, he was always able to avoid heavy injuries at the last moment. The edge of the sword slashed across, but at most, it left a light mark and cut half of his clothes. The stalemate lasted for an hour, but there was still no clear winner. At this time, the disciples below the arena were getting impatient and booing loudly. Anyone could see that there was a big gap between Ming Ye and Ji Kang. If Ming Ye cared about his face, he would have long abandoned his sword and admitted defeat. After all, it was rare for an outer disciple to reach this stage. But this Ming Ye just had to pester and humiliate himself.
"Chi." With another sound, another tear appeared on Ming Ye's outer robe. At this time, his clothes were ragged and he really looked like a beggar. "Hurry up and admit defeat. Stop pestering him!" "Get off the arena. Even if you don't find it embarrassing, I feel embarrassed for you!" Malicious jeers and jeers arose, but Ming Ye's eyes were cold as usual, without a trace of embarrassment or anger. On the contrary, Ji Kang's swordsmanship changed.
The disciples below the arena were getting annoyed. Ji Kang was naturally more impatient than the others. He felt that every move he made could end the battle, but every move was narrowly dodged by his opponent. As time went by, an indescribable anger was born in his heart. One must know that the sword intent of the "Famous Sword Art of Wind Flow" was all about the word "wind flow". Only when one defeated the enemy with ease and laughter could one show their true colors. Chasing after a defeated dog, how could there be any wind flow?
Ji Kang's swordsmanship also changed according to his will. The calm and leisurely nature of his swordsmanship faded and was replaced by a hint of hostility. At the moment when the sword intent changed. "It's time!" Ying Feiyang said softly from below the arena.
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