C665 He Won the Second Round
C665 He Won the Second Round
Before drawing the ball, Feng Yimo saw the masked Senior Sister Qing again, but the junior sister dressed in green clothes was no longer by her side.
Clearly, Senior Sister Qing won, and her Junior Sister died.
Feng Yimo was not in a hurry to go up. He quietly looked at Senior Sister Qing. He saw her staring at the drawing of the ball for a moment. She stretched out her finger, picked a drop of Essence Blood, and left.
Could it be that she could really see the information inside the Essence Blood like him?
Because she cultivated the Mixed Origin Arts, she didn't see Senior Sister Qing's match. She didn't know who her opponent was, and which city she represented. If her next opponent came from the same city, it meant that she had completely seen the information inside the Essence Blood, and was specifically targeting that city.
Feng Yimo shook his head and looked at the drawing ball. There were 3,112 drops of blood floating inside, which meant that there were 3,112 martial artists who had entered the second round alive.
How about this time, they still chose the Pengjia City martial artists?
Feng Yimo started to hesitate. If he chose the martial artists of Pengjia City again, would he be suspected?
He looked at the time for an incense stick to burn and found twelve warriors of Pengjia City. It meant that he had killed Peng Hu and two others.
Well, who cares. If he chose another one, he would just choose someone else in the third round!
Feng Yimo stretched out his hand and touched the blood of a martial artist called Tongjun. It was him!
When he returned to the room, he opened the door and found Fourth Miss and Liu Ruomei sitting in the room. He quickly went up and bowed, "Greetings, Fourth Miss."
"You went to draw lots?" Liu Ruomei looked into Feng Yimo's eyes and asked.
"Yes!"
"Did you also choose the warriors of Pengjia City last time?"
"Yes!"
"Nearly six thousand people. Why did you choose the warriors of Pengjia City?"
"Yes!" ... "This subordinate doesn't know."
"Mmm, it's okay. You should rest. I hope you can meet the people of Pengjia City in the second round. This time, I will kill him!"
"Yes!"
After Liu Ruomei left, Feng Yimo frowned. Could it be that Liu Ruomei found something?
He did not know that when he was standing in front of the ball and staring at it, Liu Ruomei saw him. Seeing that he was so focused and focused on choosing his opponent, she came to his room and had the conversation just now.
The next day, in the afternoon, Liu Duansheng's name appeared on the Light Curtain. His opponent was in the same army, representing Pengjia City.
Seeing this message, Liu Ruomei's eyes lit up. Could it be that it was really as she had guessed, that Duan Sheng could see the information in the drop of blood? How was this possible?
Not only her, but also Peng Mingshang from Pengjia City widened his eyes. Then, he smiled sinisterly. "Good, this is great! Elder Chu, tell your comrades. I want to see the boy surnamed Liu spill his blood on the arena!"
"Yes!"
This time, it was arena number one. In the same group was a middle-aged man with a beard. He was a head taller than Feng Yimo. He had a strong body and a pair of fierce eyes. He was waiting for Feng Yimo fiercely.
"Kid, you won by luck last time. This time, you won't be so lucky!" His comrade said in a low voice.
"Don't talk so much nonsense. Come on, this young master will send you to accompany Peng Hu!"
"You're courting death!" The soldiers roared like thunder. Although they were tall, their movements were not slow. In a flash, they appeared in front of Feng Yimo. Their hands were in the shape of eagle claws, and they grabbed at Feng Yimo's head.
He cultivated the Eagle Claw Technique. His five fingers were like steel needles. As long as he grabbed onto his body, there would be five holes. The opponent in the first round would die from being scratched in the head.
Feng Yimo stood with his left hand in front of his chest. His right hand was in the shape of a palm. He used the Monument Opening Palm and aimed at the eagle claws of the soldiers.
Bang!
The claw and palm met and created a gust of air. The two of them took a step back at the same time.
The same army was secretly shocked. Their Eagle Claw Technique was already eighty percent mastered, enough to split open stone. Even if it was a huge rock, it could still be crushed. How could they not break this person's palm? It seemed like there were two kids that could not be underestimated.
How could he have known that Feng Yimo only used 20% of his martial strength and 10% of his dragon strength? Otherwise, he would have killed his comrade with a single palm!
Bang! Bang!
The Eagle Claw and the Monument Opening Palm kept colliding with each other. Their bodies swayed and exchanged blows. In a while, their comrade was forced back by Feng Yimo's palm wind. In a while, Feng Yimo was beaten by his comrade and was unable to fight back. He kept retreating, but he persisted and was equally matched.
Peng Mingshang was burning with anxiety as he watched this. What were their comrades doing? Why didn't they kill that brat?
However, his comrades were in a difficult situation. Every time his Eagle Claw landed on Feng Yimo's body, it was as if he had grabbed onto an incomparably hard meteorite. His fingers were in pain, as if they had been broken. He was extremely shocked. This kid was so young, but his body was so strong?
This won't do. He had used his ultimate move. His comrade waved his claw and retreated. His right hand swept across his waist, and a cold Flying Dagger appeared in his palm. With a shake of his wrist, he aimed it at Feng Yimo's throat.
This blade was called the Self-Immolation Blade. It gathered all the True Qi in his body and formed a deadly blade on his wrist. It was as fast as lightning.
However, Feng Yimo had been using the Heavenly Eye Pupil all this time. He could clearly see the trajectory of the Flying Dagger. With a flip of his wrist, the Blunt Slow Sword appeared in front of him. Ding! With a sound, the medicinal Flying Dagger was knocked flying by the medicinal Blunt Slow Sword's sword body. However, his person was also sent flying by the enormous force of the medicinal Flying Dagger. His feet slid thirty feet on the ground before coming to a stop.
The same army was stunned. Their Sacrificial Blade had never missed. Why did they miss this time? Although the power of the Sacrificial Saber was great, it was extremely heavy for the user. His meridians were about to shatter from the impact of the true qi in his body. Tong Jun gritted his teeth and took out another medicinal Flying Dagger. Taking the risk of his meridians being damaged, he released another medicinal Flying Dagger!
Swoosh!
The medicinal Flying Dagger tore through the sky and carried a cold light. It was like a divine stroke that arrived in front of Feng Yimo in the blink of an eye. The medicinal Blunt Slow Sword in Feng Yimo's hand slashed out, and it just happened to strike the medicinal Flying Dagger. The Flying Dagger quickly turned around, and with a swoosh, it stabbed into the throat of the same army. Before he could even breathe, Feng Yimo slashed again, and the head of the same army, which carried a shocked and puzzled expression, flew into the air!
"Liu Duansheng wins!"
The referee still announced with an expressionless face.
"Great!" Liu Ruomei cheered. To be able to kill two people from Pengjia City, she felt a little relieved and very happy.
Peng Mingshang was not happy. He looked gloomy and waited for Feng Yimo to come down from the ring. "Damn it. He is on the verge of success. He did not even use his sacrifice knife. How did he avoid it?"
Elder Chu looked at Feng Yimo with a serious expression. He whispered to Peng Mingshang, "First Young Master, according to my judgment, this kid is most likely a Xian Tian warrior."