C674 Five Wins
C674 Five Wins
However, Feng Yimo's body was like a spinning top as he spun along with the Azure Edge Sword, blocking all 28 strikes. Tink sounds lingered incessantly like a pleasant melody, but those spectators closest to him couldn't take it anymore and all retreated into the distance.
Duan Tongyun became more and more alarmed. His Innate True Qi continued to increase, and the Azure Edge Sword turned into a sword shadow. Sword light overflowed in all directions, and it was filled with killing intent. It seemed like he would not give up until he cut Feng Yimo into several pieces.
Feng Yimo was like a stubborn rock in a storm, unmoving. No matter how fast the Azure Edge Sword turned into a shadow, the trajectory of the sword was still clearly displayed in his mind. He was even more amazed by the miraculous combination of medicinal Celestial Strategy Books and medicinal Celestial Secret Eyes. En, should he give a name? This mystical ability could see through everything. It was better to call it the Great Wisdom Eye.
He calculated the time and found that it had already been two incense sticks of time. Moreover, the Great Wisdom Eye had completely grasped the Astral Wind Palm, so there was no need to drag it on. The Blunt Slow Sword in his hand changed its moves, and its strength increased explosively as it started to counterattack.
Dang!
With a loud bang, the medicinal Blunt Slow Sword hacked vertically onto Duan Tongyun's Azure Edge Sword, instantly cutting the Azure Edge Sword into two, and it fell to the ground with a clang.
Duan Tongyun was shocked but did not panic in the slightest. He threw away the broken sword and took a deep breath. His strong body suddenly became thinner, but one of his arms suddenly swelled up and became three times the original size. He punched out.
Weng!
A ten feet large fist formed from innate true qi flew out. It struck Feng Yimo's chest at lightning speed.
Duan Tongyun suddenly changed his move. His speed was so fast that even the Great Wisdom Eye couldn't see through it. He immediately flew out.
Puchi!
Feng Yimo's body was in midair. His wrist was facing downwards. The sharp medicinal Blunt Slow Sword stabbed into the arena's bluestone. However, it still left a deep groove on the ground. Only when it was two feet away from the edge of the arena did it stop.
The strength of Duan Tongyun's punch had increased by five times. Clearly, it was some kind of secret technique that stimulated one's potential!
When everyone saw Duan Tongyun display his might, they cheered loudly. Liu Ruomei's heart was hanging in her throat, and she began to worry for Feng Yimo.
Swoosh!
Feng Yimo pulled out the Blunt Slow Sword from the ground, pulled out a sword flower, and flew up, piercing towards Duan Tongyun's huge fist.
Duan Tongyun took another deep breath, and all the flesh and blood in his body disappeared, turning into a skeleton. His fist grew a little bigger, and the fist wind howled, condensing into the shape of a wolf head!
Feng Yimo could clearly see with the Great Wisdom Eye that this was a special martial art of a Xiantian warrior. The Life-Sacrificing Fist was similar to the Self-Immolation Saber. It focused all the Xiantian True Qi in his body on his fist, and his strength and power increased exponentially. It was very powerful.
He silently remembered the path of the Life-Sacrificing Fist. The Xiantian True Qi flowed into the Blunt Slow Sword. The blade of the sword burst out with a dazzling light. It was as if the sword in his hand was not a sword but a small sun.
The people nearby could not help but close their eyes. When they opened their eyes, the wolf head formed by the innate true qi in Duan Tongyun's body was split into two. A line of blood appeared between Duan Tongyun's eyebrows. It acted as the bridge of his nose to his throat, then his chest and abdomen. Bang! With a sound, a perfectly fine person was cut in half by Feng Yimo's sword!
Putong!
Feng Yimo knelt on one knee. His face was pale, and he was panting. He was sweating profusely, as if he had lost all his strength. He was on the verge of collapse. In the end, he fell to the ground due to his lack of strength.
The scene was silent. The matches on the other arenas had also stopped. Looking at the D arena where Feng Yimo was, Feng Yimo's eyes were wide open. He was incomparably shocked. Could a Pre-Sky Realm martial artist really kill a Pre-Sky Realm martial artist? Just now, the light was shining brightly. Moreover, the Pre-Sky Realm Zhen Qi was only hidden in the Blunt Slow Sword. It did not leave the body. No one knew that it was the Pre-Sky Realm Zhen Qi. They all thought that it was thanks to the Blunt Slow Sword, and did not think that Feng Yimo was already a Pre-Sky Realm warrior.
The referee was silent for a long time. One was dead, and the other was lying on the ground. His breath was weak. If he died, it could only be considered a draw. After half an incense stick of time, Feng Yimo finally got up unsteadily. He looked at the referee with a pale face. "Master... Master... Am I right? Did I win?"
"Liuyu City, Liu Duansheng won!" The referee threw him down. With a sweep of his sleeve, Duan Tongyun's body flew off the stage. The blood was also wiped clean. His face was expressionless. "Next group!"
Hua!
The crowd was in an uproar. Then, thunderous applause erupted. Many people shouted "Liu Duansheng" and "Liu Duansheng." They were extremely popular. Everyone knew the name "Liu Duansheng." This was a warrior who had killed a Xiantian warrior in the future!
Feng Yimo cupped his fists and bowed. He walked down step by step. Liu Ruomei quickly went up to support him, her face full of excitement. "Duan Sheng, you, you are so great! Unbelievable, too unbelievable!"
Seeing Feng Yimo win, Liu Shengfei and Liu Yuanbi, who were beside him, also showed shocked expressions. They could see the fear in each other's eyes.
If Liu Duansheng really obtained a high ranking for Liuyu City, Liu Ruomei's position would rise once he returned to Liuyu City. It would shake their position. They had to find a way to get rid of her.
After recovering for a while, Feng Yimo's face gradually turned red. He looked at Liu Ruomei who was looking at him with concern and said, "Fourth Miss, I am fine now. Don't worry too much."
"It's good that you are fine. I thought you were injured. By the way, what was the name of the sword you used just now?" Liu Ruomei heaved a sigh of relief and continued to ask.
Haha, it's the Mixed Yuan Palm in the Mixed Origin Arts. It's just that this subordinate used a sword instead of a palm technique. I didn't expect that the Blunt Slow Sword would have such power. Fourth Miss, this sword is no small matter, right?" He could not say that it was because of the innate true qi. He changed the topic and turned to the Blunt Slow Sword.
Originally, he did not know the name of the Blunt Slow Sword. Just now, after the innate Zhen Qi poured into the Blunt Slow Sword, the three words "Blunt Slow Sword" appeared on the hilt of the sword. Only then did he know the name of the sword was "Blunt Slow Sword.
Liu Ruomei thought for a moment, then slowly said, "The Blunt Slow Sword was obtained by my father by chance. According to the rumors, it was a sword worn by a Xiantian master, a Blood Imbibing Nascent Infant cultivator!"
Feng Yimo's eyes widened as he looked at the Blunt Slow Sword in his hand in shock. Could a warrior really defeat a Nascent Infant warrior? This was something he did not know.
If one really entered the Dao with martial arts and reached the peak of martial arts, could it be that one could really be compared with a warrior?
Liu Ruomei's pleasant voice continued, "In the ancient times, a human cultivator once produced a Martial Immortal and ascended with martial arts. He was called a human Martial Saint. Unfortunately, the inheritance of a Martial Saint was broken after he ascended to the Immortal Realm. No one knew how to attain the Dao with martial arts. The body refinement technique passed down by a human was only half a claw left behind by a Martial Saint. It was simply incomparable."