Chapter 457

In the first battle, Feng Ye faced Qin Yu!

For this battle, there is no doubt that everyone is optimistic about Qin Yu, and there will be no suspense in his promotion to the semi-finals.

The only expectation is how much strength Feng Ye can push Qin Yu out.

It's not that he underestimated Feng Ye, but this Qin Yu started from the Dragon Gate Competition, and he fought all the way, almost crushing his opponents.

If it weren't for Lin Yun, killing the two young masters in a row would be too eye-catching.

The light of his Feiyu son is even more dazzling.

"You are not my opponent, admit defeat."

On the stage of the king's battle, Qin Yu looked at Feng Ye lazily, his expression not very serious.

It seemed that Lin Yun's future made him a little unhappy.

The Dragon Gate Grand Competition is an excellent opportunity to publicly kill the opponent. If you don't come, you will be in trouble in the future.

"Hey, you guys are ruthless. If you don't admit defeat as your opponent, you will end up badly, either dead or disabled."

Feng Ye didn't refute, but smiled casually.

"Really? Now that you know, don't hurry up."

Qin Yu had no one in his eyes, and said very rudely, he also didn't have the slightest affection for this barbarian, and was unwilling to pretend.

The people of the Daqin Empire are basically nothing more than that.

Although the sects outside the frontier can participate in the Dragon Gate Competition, no one has ever won the name of the son. Feng Ye set a precedent, but it annoyed many people in the Great Qin state, thinking that he stole the name of the son.

In the face of Qin Yu's reprimand, Feng Ye grinned: "Grandpa, I have no merits, I just carry the beatings. If I have the ability, I will be slammed down, and I will talk less about useless things."

The voice fell, and there was an uproar in all directions of Longmen Square.

This Feng Ye is worthy of his name, wild enough. Knowing Qin Yu's horror, he dared to act like this, but it was unexpected.

"act recklessly."

Qin Yu's complexion was slightly cold, and his body's true essence was surging, stirring the power of terrifying flames. Like a volcano, in the silence, it brings a dull and terrible pressure.

"Who doesn't know how to live or die, you have to try to find out!"

Feng Ye's body was surging with energy, and bursts of bone-shattering sounds suddenly came from his body, and his burly figure swelled in a big circle again. He, who was strong and strong, suddenly became taller, like a mountain.

He took a step forward, and his energy radiated wildly in the rush, like an ancient beast walking in the world.

Compared with the Dragon-Elephant Fighting Body Art of Hunyuan Sect, the exercises that Feng Ye cultivated are more rough and primitive.

As he continued to move forward, the swelled vigor on his body became more and more astonishing, almost condensing into substance. It turned into a blood-colored and viscous strange existence, attached to his body, and when it was about to approach, five fingers clenched a fist and slammed it out.

boom!

The clenched fist is enough to attach the entire face of an ordinary person, and the flowing blood-colored light gathers on the fist to give birth to sharp barbs, which looks even more sinister.

Qin Yu raised his brows, and the corners of his mouth evoked a sneer of disdain, "Small tricks from the sidelines, in the face of absolute power, everything is false!"

Boom!

The voice fell, and the raging flames in his body surged out, filling his body. For the first time, he was completely motivated by the Xuanyang Art of the Earth-level Cultivation Technique, and the breath on his body immediately approached the Zifu, and then completely surpassed it.

Today is the final battle, and this Qin Yu does not want to continue to hide.

He wants to declare his existence, dignifiedly crush this Fengye, and tell everyone who is the real protagonist of Longmen Dabi.

Feng Ye, who was slammed with fists in the roar, was stunned for a moment. His huge body was abruptly stunned by the momentum of the opponent.

"Take a punch from Lao Tzu and talk about it!"

But the distance was enough, Feng Ye roared, and the fist slapped down like the claws of a savage beast.

The blood-colored barbs attached to the fists seemed to break the air, and it fell like thunder, breaking several long air currents.

Qin Yu's face was stern, he raised his hand, and greeted him with a palm. The flame light on his body suddenly condensed into a giant phantom, like a flame god, and it rose to a height of several feet in an instant, several times larger than Fengye.

Bang!

The palm light that crushed everything fell from the sky, smashing all the fist light that came.

In the turbulent aftermath, a gust of wind blew up on the battle platform of the king, and at the moment when the wind picked up, Qin Yu stepped out and landed another palm.

Bang!

The corners of Feng Ye's mouth showed traces of blood, and he was shot back several steps.

"Come again!"

In the roar, Feng Ye stomped heavily on the ground, and the man was in the air, his fists blooming like flames, and there were thousands of streamers. Thousands of flowing lights, like the serpents in the river, opened their fangs and fell toward Qin Yu overwhelmingly.

This ultimate move, the momentum is terrifying, it seems that the world has changed color.

Qin Yu frowned slightly, stunned for a moment, and then said, "Tips for carving insects."

The flames that permeated his body, in a single thought, were concentrated in the palm of his hand. The palm of the hand suddenly burst into a dazzling light like the sun, and then, he raised his hand and greeted the flooded snake that was derived from thousands of flowing lights.

The light of Xuanyang!

Bang!

Under the palms that rivaled the brilliance of the great sun, the flooded snakes that were derived from the streamer were all evaporated in an instant.

"That's it!"

At the moment of evaporation, Qin Yu raised his brows and flashed to Feng Ye. Standing with his hands behind his back, he only used his right hand and slapped it out.

Bang bang bang!

He took four palms in a row, and with each palm, Feng Ye spat out blood and took a step back.

"get out!"

When the fifth palm blasted out, Feng Ye's body like a hill flew out of the battle platform and fell to the ground.

Lost!

Although everyone had long expected that Feng Ye would lose, they didn't expect to lose so badly. From beginning to end, Qin Yu's left hand was behind him and he did not attack.

But this Feng Ye is also a good one. As he said, he has thick skin and flesh.

After being blasted off the stage, he was able to get up and move freely, and walked back cursing.

This battle can be regarded as showing Qin Yu's strength a little in front of everyone. It was a glimpse of his Qin Yu's true strength, no wonder he swept all the way without showing any mountains or waters.

It is his strength that is much higher than his opponents.

As strong as Feng Ye, he only deserves one hand.

"The top spot in the Dragon Gate Competition seems to be Qin Yu!" Many people exclaimed inwardly, shocked.

"Qin Yu won and successfully advanced to the upper bracket. In the second round, Si Xueyi will face Young Master Shuiyue!"

The battle just now was filled with excitement, and soon the second battle was about to start, which was a bit dizzying.

The battle between Si Xueyi and Young Master Shuiyue was quite eye-catching. Both were disciples of Demon Moon Villa. Before, Si Xueyi also had a precedent for defeating Mr. Changji, and it was hard to say.

In addition, there is another point, that is, Si Xueyi is too handsome.

As soon as he appeared, the gazes of female warriors from all directions could hardly be moved from his face.

I have to say that this battle did not live up to everyone's expectations.

Young Master Shuiyue finally performed her famous Yanyun sword technique. Unexpectedly, Si Xueyi also fought with the Yanyun sword.

However, one person used a sword, while Si Xueyi used the folding fan that painted the mountains and rivers of the bright moon and boundless rivers from beginning to end.

The two leaders from the Demon Moon Villa displayed the dazzling smoke cloud swordsmanship, showing the strength of the smoke cloud swordsmanship to the fullest.

The battle was even more stalemate than outsiders imagined.

It can be seen that whether it is Young Master Shuiyue or Si Xueyi, they all have an incomparable desire for the top four. Although they went out of the same door, they did not hold back in their duel.

In the end, Si Xueyi took one step higher and defeated Young Master Shuiyue by half a move.

He used the fan as a sword, and in the Yanyun swordsmanship, he made another attack and walked out of a path that others could not understand.

Young Master Shuiyue, although he has cultivated the Yanyun swordsmanship to a very high level, it is perfect. But after a hundred strokes, it was obvious that he couldn't stand it, and he conceded in advance.

Hand in hand, Si Xueyi was sent to the semi-finals.

"Acceptance, thank you, Senior Sister."

Si Xueyi shook the folding fan and humbly yielded.

"I didn't make any concessions. Since you have entered the top four, junior brother, you can at least fight for the next position in the top three for my Devil Moon Villa."

Although he was defeated, but in the hands of the same sect, Young Master Shuiyue was not in a bad mood.

Another person advanced.

But at the location of High Heaven Sword Pavilion, Lin Yun was still not seen, which made people puzzled.

The semi-finals are almost over. Could it be that he is really going to be absent?

On the Ziqing throne, King Qin glanced casually, and then said, "In the third battle, Young Master Xiaobai will fight against Young Master Qingshan."

According to the regulations, Lin Yun lost and could only struggle in the loser's bracket, unable to compete for the top three and the top spot.

Of course, if the other party is willing to choose the hell mode, there is also a glimmer of hope. However, King Qin believed that even if Lin Yun came, he would not really choose the hell mode.

Not to mention the difficulty of the wheel battle, but the punishment for defeat has to be thought about.

That hell mode, once selected, there is no way out.

Either win, attract the attention of the world, top the pack, or lose, lose everything, and lose everything.

On the stage of the king's battle, Bai Lixuan and Yue Qing appeared one after another.

Bai Lixuan drew his sword out of the scabbard, holding a sharp sword in his hand, and his whole body seemed to be one with the sword in his hand. With the power of the Holy Body, he on the battle platform of the king gives people the feeling that he is invincible and invincible.

When the sword in his hand pointed at Yue Qing, everyone had an illusion.

Yue Qing seems to be dead.

His sword stance completely overwhelmed Yue Qing's edge, so that only one aura could be sensed on the stage.

It is Bai Lixuan's sword, only his sword shines brightly, dazzling and dazzling.

"Damn!"

Yue Qing's face was slightly embarrassed. This crushing advantage made people feel hopeless. For a time, it seemed that his son's name was not real.

Even if it is Feng Ye, the defeat is tragic.

But Qin Yu was also forced to run the Xuanyang Art with all his strength, and even tried several tricks with the opponent. Let people see, Qin Yu's true strength, defeat is not wrong.

But right now, Bai Lixuan pointed his sword at him, and the outcome was already decided.

"Among the eight young masters, you should be the weakest. Compared with your senior brother Guan Shan, you are a little worse."

Bai Lixuan looked at the other party and said without changing his face.

"Stop talking, I admit defeat."

Yue Qing smiled bitterly and said weakly.

"Assignment."

Putting the sword back into its sheath, Bai Lixuan watched the other party step down, but his mind was not on Yue Qing.

He glanced at the entrance of Longmen Square, and thoughtfully, is that guy really not coming?

"In the fourth battle, Young Master Yunzhen will face off against the Burial Playboy."

After Bai Lixuan stepped down, King Qin spoke calmly.

Lin Yun's late arrival was equivalent to abstention, and Yun Zhen had already won. You only need to go through the motions to be promoted to the top four. Even if Lin Yun really came, he had to get Yun Zhen's approval to qualify for the first battle.

In the past, it is not without such examples.

But as long as the opponent is unwilling and arrives in time, he will be forcibly sentenced to lose.

Yun Zhen boarded the stage of the king without taste, looked at the referee and said, "Don't linger, this kid can't come."

The referee secretly thought that it was a pity that the Dragon Gate Competition was held every three years and was sentenced to lose without arriving in time. It is a pity.

But rules are rules and cannot be changed because of individuals.

"what?"

But just when the referee was about to announce Yun Zhen's victory, his face changed slightly.

"What's going on?" Yun Zhen followed the referee's line of sight. At the end of his line of sight, a familiar figure came into view, and his pupils shrank suddenly.