C667 Three Wins
C667 Three Wins
Dang!
The long spear collided with the willow leaf blade. Qing Yu felt a huge force coming at her. Her arm was numb and the willow leaf blade almost flew out. She was shocked. She patted the ground with her left hand. Before the long spear could continue to pierce, her body spun like a spinning top. Countless blade lights appeared around the middle-aged martial artist. The blade cut her throat!
The middle-aged martial artist sneered. He waved the long spear in his hand and the spearhead transformed into a spear light. The sound of the rain hitting the bananas lingered in the air. Just as he was feeling proud, he suddenly saw the masked woman raise her left arm and a cold light flew out from her wrist. He was shocked and hurriedly took a step to the side. Although he avoided the throat, the cold light pierced into his left shoulder. He only felt half of his body go numb and did not listen to his commands.
It was poisonous!
Before he could even open his mouth to call out, a cold light flashed in front of him, and he felt the scene turn upside down, and then it was pitch black, and it disappeared completely.
Everyone only saw the middle-aged martial artist's footsteps slow down. The veiled woman's willow leaf blade slashed at the middle-aged martial artist's neck.
"Snow Swallow City, Qing Yu wins!"
The referee announced.
Feng Yimo nodded secretly. The hidden weapon in Qing Yu's sleeve was her victory magic weapon. It was so fast that the opponent could not dodge it. However, this time, if he missed out, the next opponent would not be easy to deal with.
The warriors who could enter the third round were all experts among experts. However, there was a world of difference between the Houtian realm and the Xiantian realm. In front of the seven Xiantian realm martial artists, only three of them had surrendered in time and luckily survived. The remaining four were all killed in one move.
Although there were people who protested that the battle between a Houtian realm martial artist and a Xiantian realm martial artist was extremely unfair, the sounds of protest were too soft and were completely ineffective. They could only swallow their anger and endure it.
The Crystal Jade City martial artist was called Jia Qinglin. He was an old man in his fifties. His body was thin and thin, but his eyes were like lightning. They emitted a soul-stirring light and his entire body was filled with strength.
This was a martial artist who was half a step into the Xiantian realm!
Feng Yimo judged in secret. He did not expect that the martial artist he picked so easily would be so powerful. He was a little too lucky.
Jia Qinglin looked at Feng Yimo coldly. He was not in a hurry to make a move. Instead, he said in a deep voice, "You are very good. I have watched both matches, but I have a question to ask you."
Feng Yimo cupped his fists and bowed. He said, "Old sir, please speak."
"In the last two matches, did you not use your full strength?" Jia Qinglin kept staring at Feng Yimo with a burning gaze, as if he wanted to see if Feng Yimo was lying.
Feng Yimo smiled and said, "What do you think?"
"Humph, don't play dumb with me. Since you don't want to talk, I will let you show your true ability!" As soon as he finished speaking, Jia Qinglin took a step forward and stepped 30 meters. With a shake of his right hand, a soft sword emitted a whooshing sound, and like a silver dragon going out to sea, it pierced towards Feng Yimo.
The Blunt Slow Sword in Feng Yimo's hand thrust out swiftly, turning into countless sword shadows in front of him. Even though Jia Qinglin's soft sword was like a storm, and the Blunt Slow Sword had turned into a rock, it stood still in the sword light.
Dang, dang, dang!
No one knew how many times the two swords collided, but Jia Qinglin's soft sword did not force Feng Yimo back a step.
Jia Qinglin frowned. His Gale Sword Technique was rather skilled, but it could not do anything to the boy opposite him. It seemed that it was time to exchange moves. When he thought up to here, the soft sword in his hand swayed and became incomparably soft. It went from a violent storm to a poisonous snake spitting out its core, and his true qi became feminine.
Pu! Pu!
The Blunt Slow Sword collided with the soft sword and produced a sound as if it had defeated the leather. The soft sword was actually able to wrap around the Blunt Slow Sword. The tip of the sword rotated and swept towards Feng Yimo's throat.
Feng Yimo snorted coldly and increased the strength in his hand. The Blunt Slow Sword let out a series of buzzing sounds. The soft sword that was wrapped around the sword seemed to have been struck by lightning. It shook violently and was sent flying.
Teng Teng!
Jia Qinglin's arm went numb and he retreated a few steps. He was shocked in his heart. What great strength! Before he could recover from his shock, Feng Yimo's Blunt Slow Sword had already arrived before his eyes, and it was swift like lightning. He only saw an expanse of cold light that caused his hair to stand on end, and he didn't have the time to think carefully before he flipped over in a sorry state and barely blocked Feng Yimo's sword strike.
Hmm, this... This was the Gale Sword Technique that he'd just used, and he knew it as well? Jia Qinglin was greatly shocked in his heart, and he hurriedly transformed it into the Gale Sword Technique to protect his entire body.
Sure enough, the sword technique that Feng Yimo executed with the Blunt Slow Sword was precisely the Gale Sword Technique. Moreover, its power was superior, as if he had practiced it for a long time. The two of them were in the same sword technique. Jia Qinglin was forced to retreat step by step, and he was in unbearable pain.
How could he have known that when Feng Yimo used the Heavenly Eye Pupil, he had seen the Gale Sword Technique that he had used before clearly. He had practically grasped it in an instant, so he used this sword technique to fight the enemy. He had extraordinary strength. Although he had temporarily imitated the Gale Sword Technique, its power was extraordinary.
"Stop! This old man, this old man admits defeat!" Jia Qinglin's forehead was covered in sweat. After exchanging over 20 moves, he had no choice but to shout loudly.
Feng Yimo withdrew his sword and stood there with a swish. His face wasn't red, and he didn't catch his breath as he silently looked at Jia Qinglin.
Jia Qinglin's mouth was full of bitterness. He cupped his fists and jumped off the arena.
"Liuyu City, Liu Duansheng wins!"
The referee announced.
"Awesome!" Returning to the waiting area, Liu Ruomei was so excited that she was beaming with joy. Feng Yimo had entered the fourth round of the competition. This was the best result obtained in several competitions in Liuyu City. However, what made her curious was why Feng Yimo did not kill Jia Qinglin of Crystal Jade City.
After obtaining the 3,100 Spirit Crystals that he had won and adding the 6,200 Spirit Crystals that he had earned, Fourth Miss and Liu Ruomei had given him another 1,000 Spirit Crystals. Now, his assets had reached 10,300 Spirit Crystals, and it was not a small amount of wealth.
Next, Feng Yimo quietly sat in the waiting area and watched the competition below.
The third round was far longer than the first two rounds. This was because the survivors were all experts. A battle between experts could not be completed in one or two moves. Except for the seven innate experts, most of the others fought for the time it takes an incense to burn to two incense sticks to decide the winner.
Therefore, the third round continued for two days. On the evening of the second day, Feng Yimo came to the lottery ball again to pick his opponent in the fourth round.
Nine hundred and ninety-six drops of blood were floating in the ball. He looked for the time it takes an incense stick to burn and found six warriors of Pengjia City. This showed that the warriors selected by Pengjia City were very skilled. He smiled and continued to let the warriors of Pengjia City start their nightmare. He avoided Lei Meng and chose a warrior named Pang Yue.
Then, he did not leave. Instead, he carefully looked at the drops of blood. He found that there were still four people left in Bafeng City. Would Qing Yu still continue to rotate the warriors of Bafeng City?
After a while, Qing Yu floated over like a ball of fire. She looked at the drops of blood in the ball for a moment and picked one of them. She then left, as if Feng Yimo, who was standing next to the ball, was transparent.