The outcome of the battle was naturally too surprising for everyone. Guan Weiwu scratched his head and laughed, "Not bad, you brat. You didn't waste my effort."
Ferdinand's face twitched. He turned his head and sneered, "How dare you say that. What effort did you waste? What did you teach this disciple? "
Guan Weiwu rolled his eyes and snorted, "This is between us, master and disciple. Why should I tell you?" Ferdinand sneered disdainfully and turned his head to ignore Guan Weiwu.
Feng Xiangtian asked the person next to him, "What sword skill in the Sutra Depository is good at speed? Why haven't I heard of it? Is this boy really so talented that he can actually comprehend some sword skill? "With their cultivation, they naturally heard the conversation between Yue Qianchou and Lu Guang.
The person next to him had white hair and beard, a calm temperament, and a dignified aura. It was the Cultivation Pavilion's Principal Elder, Ou Sihai. He said calmly, "I have never seen any sword skill in the Sutra Depository that is good at speed. Even if he really comprehended it, so what? Speed? Hmph! It's just an unorthodox skill. It's vulnerable in the face of absolute strength. The disciple who was defeated just now was just careless. "
Feng Xiangtian raised his eyebrows and did not say anything. He looked at the competition venue again. This round had only finished 20 matches. There were still nearly five matches left. The next matches had already begun. Most people were still immersed in Yue Qianchou's match just now. They were obviously a little absent-minded in the following matches.
The disciples of the Alchemy Pavilion were even less in the mood to watch. When they saw Yue Qianchou walking back, they were all in high spirits and happily accepted the envious eyes of the other disciples. After he sat down cross-legged, Yang Qian smiled and said, "What else do you have that we don't know? It turns out that you already have a card up your sleeve. We were worried for nothing. "
Yue Qianchou smiled and said, "I was just lucky. My opponent's cultivation is higher than mine. My speed can only be used when he is unprepared. Now that I'm exposed, I'm afraid the next match won't be so easy." Yang Qian thought for a while and nodded slightly.
"I told you that Yue Qianchou would be able to do it. Do you see now? I was right!" Xiao Wanqing and the others were chatting with a group of female disciples in the Myriad Fragrance Garden. Kou Xuehua shook her head. With Yue Qianchou like this, the girls were afraid …
The matches were over very quickly. Another dozen people lost their lives. Yue Qianchou watched each match seriously and found that the ones who killed their fellow disciples were always the same dozen people. They never showed mercy when they attacked. They were all ruthless characters. The second round of matches ended and 247 people were decided. The third round of drawing lots began. This time, there was also a white lot. Yue Qianchou had learned his lesson and immediately looked at the lot he drew. It was number 36, which was the third match of the third round. It seemed that good luck would not always be on his side.
This kind of fight between cultivators would not last too long. Usually, the winner would be decided in less than ten minutes. Because the arena was divided, the range of movement was restricted. Those who were strong had to win as soon as possible so that they would not be given too much time. Otherwise, how long would it take to fight nearly a thousand matches from start to finish? Of course, the disciples who were good at fighting were at a disadvantage, but it was a test of their overall strength.
After the two matches were over, Dongfang Chang 'ao announced the preparation for the third match. Yue Qianchou immediately stood up and handed in the wooden lot. When he arrived at arena number 6, he saw that his opponent was one of the dozen people who were easy to kill. After two matches, he had killed two people in a row. Yue Qianchou could not help but squint his eyes.
Many people also noticed the situation, and many of them were worried for Yue Qianchou.
As soon as Dongfang Chang 'ao announced the start of the match, Yue Qianchou wanted to bow and ask for his opponent's name. Just as he cupped his fists, his opponent's long sword quickly shot out and slashed at his head. There was no room for negotiation. Yue Qianchou was taken aback. Fortunately, his flying speed was extremely fast. In an instant, a sword light flashed behind him and directly blocked the flying sword.
The flying sword was originally connected to the mind. Yue Qianchou's cultivation was two levels lower than his opponent's. In addition, it happened suddenly and his mind was unstable. How could he resist the opponent's premeditated attack? He only felt that the heavy blow from the sword shook his mind. His chest was stuffy, his throat was sweet, and he immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.
The sudden change surprised everyone. They did not expect that the Cultivation Pavilion's disciple, who was two levels higher than his opponent, would still use a sneak attack. Guan Weiwu, who was on the attic, saw this and was about to fly out to save his disciple, but he was grabbed by Ferdinand who was next to him.
Yue Qianchou was in a trance. His mind had already lost contact with the flying sword, and the flying sword fell to the ground with a clang. The man smiled sinisterly. After shaking off the opponent's sword, he flipped the sword in the air and shot it straight at Yue Qianchou.
At the moment when the connection between the sword and the mind was broken, Yue Qianchou suddenly woke up. He suddenly felt something was wrong, and his figure quickly dodged. He saw a stream of light rushing into the place where he was just standing. There was a loud "bang" on the bluestone floor. Stone chips flew everywhere, and a hole was directly blasted on the ground.
Yue Qianchou's figure dodged and stabilized his mind. When his Divine Sense had just reconnected with the flying sword on the ground, he saw the opponent's figure flashed and stepped on the flying sword on the ground. Yue Qianchou immediately felt that the connection between his mind and the flying sword was broken again.
A cold light flashed again from the hole in the ground and whistled straight over. Yue Qianchou flipped backwards, and the cold light brushed past his body. However, before he could stabilize his body, he heard a whistling sound behind him. He immediately rolled to the side, and another hole exploded on the ground.
The spectators were shocked to the core. Since the start of the competition, this was the first time they had seen someone knock away a flying sword in a single exchange. Thinking about it, it must have something to do with the difference in cultivation between Yue Qianchou and his opponent.
Xiao Wanqing and the other girls were also frightened by the scene in front of them. The scene of Yue Qianchou controlling three swords at the same time in the Demon Ghost Region flashed through Kou Xuehua's mind. Her gaze fell on the flying sword that was stepped on, and her tightly furrowed eyebrows relaxed.
She didn't know why, but after the attacking flying sword came out from the ground, it floated in the air and didn't attack again. The Cultivation Pavilion's disciple revealed an expression of a cat playing with a mouse. He jokingly said, "You are that Yue Qianchou, right? You're only at the early stage of Core Formation, yet you dare to come here to join in the fun. You really don't know what's good for you. If you kneel down and admit defeat now, I can consider sparing your life. Otherwise, you can wait for the Alchemy Pavilion to collect your corpse! "With that said, the flying sword threateningly pointed at Yue Qianchou in the air and circled twice.
Guan Weiwu, who was on the pavilion, was so angry that he couldn't speak. He rolled up his sleeves and looked like he was going to fight desperately, but he was hugged tightly by Fernand.
Yue Qianchou stood up and spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva. Then, he suddenly burst into wild laughter. Contrasting with the bloodstains on his face and clothes, he looked somewhat ferocious as he roared, "Bullshit! I was considering whether or not to give the Cultivation Pavilion some face. Now that the emperor is here, don't expect me to let you go. You arrogant dog! "
His voice spread out in all directions. Everyone heard what he said clearly, and they were all stunned. None of them expected Yue Qianchou to curse in front of so many people. It was truly a disgrace to him. The Cultivation Pavilion's disciple was stunned. He shouted with a livid face, "You're courting death!"
"Courting your mother!" Yue Qianchou immediately shouted back. He made a hand sign and dozens of cold lights flashed out of his storage bag. One of the cold lights turned into a sword and carried him into the air. The other 50 cold lights turned into a sword umbrella and protected his back. Under the bright sun in the sky, the sword umbrella emitted a dazzling golden light. The people around almost couldn't see Yue Qianchou clearly in the sword circle in the air.
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