Chapter 131
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The second match was about to begin.
Fang Baiyu silently pulled out his long sword. He didn't have a storage bag and his long sword was always strapped to his back. He used this method to constantly hone his compatibility with the sword and finally reached the state of One with the Sword.
"His punch just now seemed to have the power of runes." Fang Baiyu looked at Long Bufan who was walking down the ring. If it was Long Bufan's true strength, he could indeed fight and even win, but would this be Long Bufan's true strength?
He probably still had many unknown trump cards that he had not used.
Unfathomable!
This was Fang Baiyu's feeling towards Long Bufan at this time.
After Fang Baiyu entered the ring. He immediately attracted the attention of all the audience present. This was the second person on the Outer Hall's Black Tortoise Hall ranking list. They had always thought that he was too low-key and had never really fought with Yang Feng, who was ranked first on the ranking list. No one knew how strong Fang Baiyu was, but it was rumored that he could defeat the weakest Yuan Dan Realm martial artist with the strength of the Heavenly Yuan Realm.
Now that Fang Baiyu's cultivation had broken through the Yuan Dan Realm, how strong would his strength be?
Everyone's hearts were filled with anticipation, and even Long Bufan was paying special attention.
"Fang Baiyu."
On the martial arts field, Fang Baiyu silently looked at his opponent and announced his name. His voice carried a cold murderous aura. This was the aura field that he had cultivated through countless killings in his cultivation.
"Zhao Clan, Zhao Jipeng!" Zhao Jipeng's voice was a little soft. After his companion was completely defeated, Zhao Jipeng also lost his confidence. He had no confidence in defeating Fang Baiyu.
"Damn it, that odd-job worker Long Bufan is a freak. I'm definitely not his opponent. I can't lose to Bai Yu in this match. If I lose, I won't have a share in the top three of the sect competition." Zhao Jipeng muttered in his heart, holding the thick saber in his hand even tighter.
Although he didn't expect to win first place in the sect competition, if he couldn't even get into the top three, it would be a disgrace to the clan and he wouldn't be able to raise his head in the clan in the future.
Thinking of this, Zhao Jipeng gritted his teeth. Fight!
The referee walked up to the stage and announced loudly, "I won't repeat the rules. The match starts now!"
As soon as his voice fell, Zhao Jipeng took a step forward. The thick saber in his hand flashed with a pitch-black light. With a drag of the saber, the light was actually extended to more than a hundred feet long. The saber light was in an arc. From afar, it looked like a huge black moon had suddenly descended into the world.
"Dark Moon Slash!"
Zhao Jipeng roared. He held the thick saber with both hands and slashed at Fang Baiyu! This saber blocked out the sunlight, as if the curtain of night had fallen!
Fang Baiyu's eyes narrowed as he brandished his long sword. His sword was brandished very slowly, and it seemed that he would not be able to catch up with Zhao Jipeng's Dark Moon Beheader. However, at the moment when the two weapons clashed, an inexplicable scene occurred.
Zhao Jipeng's body suddenly paused, while Fang Baiyu's sword was already in front of Zhao Jipeng.
"Bang!"
On the stage, an incomparably crisp sound suddenly rang out. Zhao Jipeng's Darkmoon Slash was like a huge piece of glass that had been smashed by a hammer. In an instant, it shattered into countless small black fragments. With a crack, it turned into nothingness!
"Uh?!" Zhao Jipeng's body shook violently. Then, like a sack, he fell from the air and landed heavily on the ground. He wasn't cut by Fang Baiyu's Sword Qi, nor did he suffer any flesh wounds, nor did he vomit blood. However, after falling to the ground, he seemed unable to get up.
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