Supreme Dragon System

"Haha... This year's Sky Wind Hidden Dragon Rank Battle isn't in vain. It's too exciting!"    

"This match, Yu Weirong versus Long Xufei. I wonder who will be more powerful?"    

"That's right. These two are the dark horses that came out of the Sky Wind Hidden Dragon Rank this year. Both of them are very powerful. If we didn't meet now, entering the top ten would be like setting a nail on a wooden plank. It's almost certain."    

"What a pity. Now, there's only one person who can keep his name, the Sky Wind Hidden Dragon Rank."    

Among the dense crowd, there were some who were excited, and some who shook their heads.    

What was exciting was that they had just finished the exciting competition between Zhan Tianming and Leng Jiang, and now there was another exciting competition.    

The one who shook his head was Yu Weirong and Long Xufei. There was one person who would stop here.    

This made everyone sigh with emotion.    

Sometimes, luck was also a part of one's strength.    

If one's luck wasn't good, they could only leave regretfully.    

Zhan Tianming also looked over.    

On the arena, Yu Weirong, wearing a jade cloud purple crown and a flying cloud robe, stood on the arena.    

For the first time, he had a serious expression on his face.    

Opposite him, Long Xufei's eyebrows were as sharp as blades, and his face was as sharp as blades. His white clothes fluttered in the wind, and his figure was tall and straight. He held a clear water sword in his hand. His body exuded a cold and distant aura of water, just like a flowing stream.    

This feeling was very strange, and it was very different from Yu Weirong's domineering aura.    

Even though the martial arts competition had already begun, the two of them did not move at all.    

A murderous battle intent continued to rise from their bodies.    

"Hey, are you guys going to fight or not?"    

"That's right, stop dawdling."    

"F * ck! I'm getting impatient from waiting. If I don't fight, I'm going to watch other arenas."    

"F * ck, you two are just playing with us, right?"    

"F * ck, can't you play with us? Hurry up and fight. "    

Some of the anxious Martial Cultivator below the arena could not wait any longer and could no longer rush them. Those patient Martial Cultivator, on the other hand, behaved extremely quietly. The anticipation in his heart did not decrease just because the two of them were unwilling to fight. Instead, it became even denser.    

Zhan Tianming had already seen the strength of these two people.    

Yu Weirong, Seven-star Martial Spirit.    

Long Xufei, Seven-star Martial Spirit.    

However, these two definitely had the strength to cross realms and fight Nine-star Martial Spirit.    

There was no doubt about it.    

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.    

Finally, there was movement between the two of them.    

Yu Weirong slowly pulled out the saber from the sheath.    

One inch...    

Two inches...    

Three inches...    

Cold blade lights kept bursting out.    

"Hmm?"    

Suddenly, everyone's hearts froze as they stared intently at the saber in Yu Weirong's hand.    

Why was it a broken blade?    

This was Yu Weirong's first time pulling out a blade. In the previous competitions, he had defeated all his opponents with a blade in his hand. Therefore, no one knew that the blade in his scabbard was actually a broken blade.    

Long Xufei also drew his Clear Water Sword from its scabbard.    

Clank, clank, clank...    

The long sword was drawn out of the sheath, and a strange wave of sword energy appeared.    

The battle intent on the two of them was about to explode at any moment.    

"Broken Waterfall Slash!"    

Yu Weirong waved the broken saber in his hand. Metal-type True Qi surged out from his body and condensed on the broken saber. It turned into an even sharper and more overbearing pale golden blade shadow. It cut through the void and slashed out.    

Long Xufei's eyes focused.    

Clang!    

The Clearwater Sword in his hand shook slightly, and that strange sword qi that was like a wave instantly erupted even more.    

"Autumn Water Cry Mountain Stream, a reed crossing the clear river!"    

Swish!    

As soon as the sword qi appeared, it was like a reed that floated above the clear river. Accompanied by the sound of autumn water splashing, it seemed to be floating lightly, yet strangely condensed and solid as it faced the sharp and majestic golden blade shadow.    

Clang!    

In an instant, Yu Weirong and Long Xufei's figures flashed past. Their positions instantly switched, their backs facing each other.    

One of them maintained the appearance of a broken blade.    

The other maintained the appearance of a long sword piercing straight forward.    

The entire arena seemed to have quieted down, without even the slightest bit of wind.    

A moment later.    

Yu Weirong slowly put the broken saber back into its sheath and walked straight down the arena.    

"Yu Weirong won?"    

"I don't know, but, maybe, maybe?"    

... ""    

Just as people were guessing, Long Xufei, who was standing motionlessly on the ring, slowly put the Clearwater Sword back into the sheath.    

Seeing this scene, everyone was stunned.    

Long Xufei was fine?    

Then why did Yu Weirong walk down the stage by himself?    

Could it be that Yu Weirong lost?    

"Tsk, not interesting at all." A Martial Cultivator couldn't help but complain.    

"That's right. We haven't even figured out who won and who lost, yet Yu Weirong walked off the stage by himself. What is this? Are you kidding us?"    

"F * ck! It ended in one move. What the hell?"    

Many Martial Cultivator couldn't help but complain.    

However, some of the experienced Martial Cultivator were still thinking about the previous strike.    

The strike that was about to hit.    

It contained a strength that caused many of Martial Cultivator's hearts to tremble.    

"An expert! This is a true expert!"    

"What a powerful move!"    

"[Is it really that powerful?] Why didn't I see it? You guys aren't pretending, are you? "    

" Idiot, can't you see Yu Weirong's neck? "    

"His neck? What happened to his neck?"    

Soon, many Martial Cultivator's eyes fell on Yu Weirong's neck, who was walking. There was a shallow wound there. But... Obviously, there was no fatal injury. Martial Cultivator, who had sharp eyes, noticed that... A small corner of Long Xufei's sleeve had also been cut off from the arena.    

In this battle, the strength of the two was equal. If they fought with all their might, it was still unknown who would win or lose.    

However, Yu Chuanrong walked down the arena by himself and considered it a loss.    

"Long Xufei wins!" The deputy judge announced.    

The first group's martial arts competition had just ended, and the second group's martial arts competition had also begun.    

Ma Jiahui against Yan Hongchen.    

Sure enough, these two people didn't disappoint the crowd. Each of them used all of their skills. The battle was inextricably locked, and they were evenly matched. All sorts of killing moves were launched in succession. powerful qi crisscrossed, True Qi surged, and their figures flickered. The sounds of collisions were continuously heard, and it caused everyone's blood to boil. They couldn't be themselves.    

"Mother Wolf's Critical Strike!"    

Yan Hongchen let out a light shout. In an instant, the figure turned into dozens of afterimages and lunged at Ma Jiahui.    

When the shadows reached Ma Jiahui's side, they all exploded.    

Bang! Bang!    

The exploding powerful qi was sent flying in all directions. Ma Jiahui seemed to be in a sorry state.    

"So powerful! Yan Hongchen was indeed a dark horse. He was indeed a little stronger than Ma Jiahui. Look, that Ma Jiahui has almost been completely suppressed by Yan Hongchen. I estimate that he will be defeated in less than a hundred moves. "    

"That's right. If this continues, Ma Jiahui won't have the chance to turn the tables."    

"That's hard to say. What if Ma Jiahui still has some powerful trump card that he hasn't used yet? He might even have a chance to turn the tables."    

"What a joke! Ma Jiahui can hide his trump card, but Yan Hongchen can't?"    

Discussions broke out one after another.    

Looking at the battle, Zhan Tianming couldn't help but shake his head.    

"It seems like there are no more questions about the outcome of this battle."