In the next round, Luo Ping's group of four would meet each other as expected. As for who would meet whom, it was still unknown. Regardless, the next three rounds would be crucial.
Every battle between the four of them would affect the final result. Therefore, suspense still lingered in everyone's heart until the last moment.
The gambling that had been going on for a long time had now reached a payout of one to two hundred thousand. It could be seen that everyone was very interested in this round.
As for the other monarchs on the spectator stand, although they had already placed their bets, they didn't mention it now. They didn't want a certain someone to take advantage of them.
This' certain someone 'was obviously the glowing Zong Lie. This' national competition 'was unprecedented for the Fengyuan Nation. Currently, two of the top four ranked experts were from the Fengyuan Nation. No matter what the result was, Zong Lie was proud of himself.
Now, the other monarchs were looking at Zong Lie with an impulse to strangle him. The Xiang Nation and Jinshui Nation's faces changed because their status was no longer guaranteed. The Wu Nation and Songmu Nation's faces changed because the Fengyuan Nation didn't rank at the bottom with them. As for the newcomer Wei Nation, they were just here to join in the fun.
… … …
The sixth round of the competition started on time. Under everyone's expectant gaze, the eight contestants took their places and stood opposite their opponents.
"It's actually the Broken Sword Butcher?"
Outside the arena, Luo Mingshuang whispered and stopped talking. No matter who Luo Ping met, they would all be very strong opponents. It would be difficult for him to win!
"Luo Ping, your strength is beyond my expectations. I'm more interested in your trump card. I'm not surprised that you won all five rounds. However … this time, I'm afraid you're going to lose miserably."
The Broken Sword Butcher first affirmed and praised Luo Ping's strength. Then, he changed the topic and declared the winner between the two.
However, Luo Ping didn't care in the slightest. He also knew the meaning of the other party's words. What he was interested in was nothing more than his psychic attack. However, the other party didn't take him seriously just because he had the same means and the same amount of cultivation time. This was exactly what he was happy to see.
"Senior Broken Sword, as a senior expert, naturally has profound martial arts and extraordinary strength. However, victory and defeat are not decided by words, but by fighting. The strong are not self-proclaimed, but measured by others."
Luo Ping's confident words made Broken Sword Butcher raise an eyebrow, as if he couldn't see through Luo Ping.
"Not bad. You are bold and insightful. Let's fight to our heart's content and see who is the real expert."
Although the Broken Sword Butcher said this, he only took a stance and did not make the first move. After all, as a senior, he still cared about his manners.
Seeing this, Luo Ping didn't hesitate and directly moved his body. His figure flashed and four other figures appeared, completely blocking the space around his opponent. The five figures displayed different moves and attacked fiercely.
The first one was Luo Ping, who was flying in the air. Using his palm as a sword, he displayed the first set of swordsmanship that he had practiced — the Sword of Light and Cloud Shadow.
Both of his palms slashed out dozens of times in an instant. Sword lights and sword shadows shot out from his hands. On the way, each sword shadow split up again. It was estimated that there would be at least a few hundred sword shadows attacking the Broken Sword Butcher's body.
In front of him, Luo Ping faced his opponent who didn't move. He just smiled slightly, raised his fist, and punched without hesitation.
The power of one punch was enough to overturn rivers and seas. Even thousands of soldiers and horses would find it difficult to resist its power. However, if the opponent was Broken Sword Butcher, it would be hard to say.
There were two figures on the left and right. They all displayed palm techniques, but one was hard and the other was soft. They were completely different.
The palm techniques on the left were endless and varied. Although each palm seemed ordinary, it contained enough power to injure a Martial King expert. It was impossible to dodge.
Every palm on the right was accompanied by a thunder ball. Electric arcs flashed and thunder flashed. Although it was not as powerful as the real thunder falling from the sky, its power was not to be underestimated.
As for Luo Ping's figure at the back, he waved his hands and released countless finger qi. Each finger qi was as thick as a child's arm, and the sound of them breaking through the air could be heard.
The five figures attacked from five different directions at the same time. Luo Ping intended to take the initiative and take the initiative in the battle.
But how could the Broken Sword Butcher let him succeed so easily? After all, he was an old monster who had cultivated for hundreds of years. He had seen all kinds of battles. How could he be frightened by a mere siege?
Just as Luo Ping's figures attacked, the Broken Sword Butcher's body also moved. With a light tap of his foot, his body rose directly and spun clockwise rapidly.
As his body spun and rose, it emitted an extremely powerful airwave. The space around him became somewhat distorted. This was a phenomenon caused by the extreme rotation of the airflow.
The Broken Sword Butcher's figure moved extremely fast. After leaving the ground, his face appeared in front of him, then to the left, then to the back, then to the right. It was as if a picture was frozen.
In the end, he raised his palm towards the sky and continued to spin upwards. Meanwhile, a huge handprint had appeared around him.
There was only one handprint in each direction. It constantly moved from the side of his body to the outside. Moreover, it moved as if it were jumping and flashing.
Every time it moved, the handprint would double in size. In the end, it was far larger than the size of his body. Its color was as black as ink, and no light could be seen.
The four handprints around him completely defended the space around the Broken Sword Butcher. When faced with Luo Ping's attack, it was like a solid shield, blocking and isolating everything.
No matter how much Luo Ping's attack fell on it, it did not leave the slightest trace. When the shadow of the palm, the shadow of the fist, and the finger qi came into contact with the black handprints, it was like a clay ox entering the sea. It did not cause any ripples.
Luo Ping was slightly surprised by this change. He could not help but increase his strength and continue to attack. Just as he was about to reach the handprints …
As the Broken Sword Butcher's figure rose, his palm also turned into a black handprint and gradually became bigger. When Luo Ping's sword qi approached, the handprint also stopped changing and began to act as a shield.
In front of the handprint blocked the shadow of the sword qi, and behind it was the impact of the Broken Sword Butcher's spinning force. In an instant, Luo Ping's attack was reflected back. Fortunately, Luo Ping fiercely increased his strength to prevent the rebound.
"I didn't expect the opponent to be so overbearing. It looks like a simple defense, but in fact, it hides an extremely strong force. If I am careless, I will definitely suffer a great loss."
Luo Ping could not help but think to himself. If he had not always been careful in battle, he might have suffered a great loss this time.
Above, Luo Ping and the Broken Sword Butcher were in a stalemate, while the surrounding shadows of Luo Ping were already in front of the handprints. Facing the strong defense of the handprints, the four shadows stepped on the ground and jumped up. They did not stop until they were level with the Broken Sword Butcher.
Then, the four shadows used various methods to break the defense of the handprints. They planned to work together to deal with the opponent in the middle after breaking the handprints.
"Hmph!"
How could the Broken Sword Butcher not know what Luo Ping was thinking? He only heard a light snort, and two fingers of his other hand pointed in all four directions. A stream of Qi penetrated the defense of the handprints and shot out from the inside.
It was extremely fast. By the time Luo Ping noticed it, the Qi had already passed through the handprints and flew out. The four shadows of Luo Ping hurriedly dodged, narrowly avoiding the Qi attack.
Judging from the speed and pressure of the Qi attack, the power of this move was not inferior to his "Sky Piercing Finger". Therefore, he did not dare to take it head-on.
While Luo Ping's four shadows were distracted, the Broken Sword Butcher's palms once again shot out a few more handprints, which overlapped with the previous ones.
The handprints, which were originally no longer changing, became bigger at this moment. Moreover, they were forcing Luo Ping's sword attacks back at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Through the reaction of the moves, Luo Ping could clearly feel that the power of the handprints below had reached a terrifying level. Even if he could block it, he would end up in a situation where both sides would be injured.
"As expected, he's not simple. He dares to exchange injury for injury, and even risk his life for his life. Being able to cultivate to his current level is indeed not a joke."
Luo Ping thought for a moment, and the importance of his opponent increased by a few degrees. His opponent's various actions all reflected the survival skills of an old monster who had cultivated for many years. It was really worth learning.
Since he could not gain any advantage in a head-on confrontation, Luo Ping did not want to continue fighting. Therefore, the shadow in the sky rotated in the air and retreated in a flash.
He lost control of his sword shadows and was immediately wiped out by the Broken Sword Butcher's handprints. Then, his opponent clenched his fist, and the handprints shot into his palm and disappeared.
The other four Luo Ping's shadows also stopped their meaningless attacks and returned to their original bodies. Finally, they appeared on the ground, and the other four handprints returned to their opponent's palm in the same way.
In this way, the first round of confrontation between the two could be said to have no substantial progress. It could only be regarded as a simple test of the water.
"Senior Broken Sword is really good. This junior admires you very much. However, I have never seen senior use that handprint before. Could it be that it was specially reserved for this junior?"
Luo Ping laughed and asked half-jokingly. He was very interested in the pitch-black, inconspicuous handprints that could easily block his various attacks. He wanted to learn something from them.
"Haha, young hero Luo really knows how to joke. When fighting with different people, you have to use different moves according to the opponent's characteristics. There's nothing wrong with this, and it's not targeted. Winning is the goal."
"Well, it's getting late. Let's continue. Otherwise, the other groups will beat us to it."
Broken Sword Butcher glanced at the other groups. They were all fighting fiercely. Even when Taoist Cang Shan and Scholar Heavenly Sword encountered each other, they did not say much and directly started to fight.
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