Chapter 1110

Luo Feng's forehead exudes sweat after escaping from a round of storm like attacks. Liu Zhi is more difficult to deal with than Zhao Yuqiang in the last round. Although they are all metaphysical peaks, their strength will be greatly different with different wisdom.

Liu Zhi stood quietly on the side of the challenge arena, looking at Luo Feng, his eyes narrowed, and his heart was scheming.

The thirty-six three leaf darts, however, used the lightning stroke technique of the rainstorm pear blossom needle, and deliberately revealed a flaw to lure the boy to pursue. Unexpectedly, the boy was more skilled than the monkey, so he was not deceived at all, and all of them escaped.

This boy is not simple. No wonder younger martial brother was defeated by him.

On the challenge arena, the swords and swords are shining, and the two figures crisscross for several times. The colorful darts are flying in the air, and they are fighting each other.

Ye Feng has been paying close attention to Luo Feng. He has found an advantage in Luo Feng. It is this advantage that makes Luo Feng go to the third round and fight in the arena. That is perseverance.

No matter how tempting and attacking Liu Zhi, Luo Feng always uses a shield to protect himself. He never attacks rashly. He is careful at every step. A young man has such a firm mind that only the army can grind out such a mind.

Liu Zhi is more and more anxious. The number of three leaf darts in his dart bag is gradually decreasing. He feels that fighting with Luo Feng, he has a feeling of being watched by beasts. When the enemy advances and retreats, he moves forward. He takes strict precautions against him. He is becoming more and more impatient. However, Luo Feng is getting stronger and stronger.

Ye Feng said to Du Zhong with a smile: "this Luo Feng can enter the fourth round, but he can only enter the fourth round."

Du Zhong did not refute. He was confident that Luo Feng could defeat the Xuan level masters of various sects, but he was not confident that he could beat the Xuan level masters trained by Ye Feng.

Like Nie Qingwu, Duzhong said with a faint smile: "we are very happy if he can get the place."

As soon as Du Zhong's voice fell, the situation on the challenge arena suddenly changed.

Whoosh, countless three leaf darts flying all over the sky, covering the whole arena from all directions, and even surrounded the Luofeng like a silkworm chrysalis.

Liu Zhi showed a shrewd smile. He beat all the three leaf darts out of his body. He wanted to catch a net, either you or I.

If he can be surrounded by the three leaf dart in all directions, he is basically dead. No one can survive from his storm pear blossom lightning.

But from all over the sky of butterflies, but came the sound of jingling, like the murmur of water, and like the sound of broken jade falling plate, continuous.

With each sound, Liu Zhi's look changed. He could hear the sound of his three leaf dart cutting into the skin, the sound of his three leaf dart cutting the throat of the enemy, and the sound of his own three leaf dart being shot down.

The voices that came one after another were all the sound of their own three leaf darts being shot down.

He was more and more frightened. How could he survive being surrounded by his three leaf darts.

A knife light suddenly exploded, and the air of the sword chopped countless three leaf darts into two pieces. At the same time, the light turned into a flash of hot lightning, which cut through the sky and shot in front of Liu Zhi.

Liu Zhi tried to twist his body to avoid the shining light of the knife, but his left hand fell soundlessly on the arena, where the arm was broken, and the blood gushed wildly.

Liu Zhi's face was pale and crumbling. The disciples of Taiyi sect rushed up to stop Liu Zhi's bleeding and helped him down from the arena.

The sharp white light is Luo Feng's half moon machete. It can fly out of his hand. It makes a strange arc in the air, cuts off Liu Zhi's arm and flies back.

Ye Feng looked at it with great vigour. This kind of whirling chop is really wonderful. It's like flowing clouds and flowing water. It's not a bit sloppy. It can be compared with his own flying sword.

Of course, it can only be compared with the flying sword. However, the sword can fly with your heart. However, the half moon curved sword only has a certain flying route according to its whirling principle.

When the light of the knife disappeared and the blood fell into the dust, Luo Feng stood on the challenge arena with a triumphant smile, and the audience burst into warm applause.

The weak eat the strong, worship the strong and despise the weak. Standing on the stage as a strong one, you will win the applause and applause of all people.

Yue Zhuoqun, the leader of Taiyi sect, was staring at his eyes. Unexpectedly, his disciple, who had the most hope of winning the championship, actually lost and was cut off an arm. What a terrible defeat.

Lu Chang's face was helpless to announce: "Luo Fengsheng, enter the next round."

Luo Feng walked out of the challenge arena easily. Ye Feng was so dazzled that he saw the blue soft armor of Luo Feng covered with dense traces. Then he understood that Luo Feng got out of trouble under the siege of Liu Zhi's flying darts, and the blue armor protected him.

"Brother Du, his armor is not a treasure, is it?"

A proud smile flashed on Du Zhong's face: "you really have a good eye. This armor is also a treasure. In modern society, it's all about equipment. If we don't have good weapons and equipment, wouldn't it be very bad to fight? "

Ye Feng nodded in agreement and looked at Luo Feng suspiciously: "it's not easy for an ordinary ancient warrior to have a treasure. This boy is full of treasures. Is he really an ordinary policeman?"Du Zhong laughed: "are you an ordinary village doctor?"

Two people tacit laugh, the Yue Zhuoqun beside one face angrily aimed at this side: "don't laugh too early, the game is not completely over."

Ye Feng curled his lips: "it's over for us. I dare say that your disciples will still be defeated in the next game, and the ultimate winner of Xuan level is our Jiang Yixue."

Knowing that it's no good arguing with Ye Feng, Yue Zhuoqun leaves the rostrum and strides towards the No. 2 arena. He is no longer in the mood to sit on the rostrum and watch the battle.

There is also a disciple Zhou Taiyin in the challenge arena. If he loses again, he will not win the championship, but he will lose face.

The competition on the No.2 arena is about to begin. Zhou Taiyin of taiyimen is dressed in a long robe of Confucianism, with a high bun and a blue jade flute in his hand.

Zhou Taiyin is also a handsome boy. He is young and handsome. However, there is more pity between his eyebrows. His expression is delicate and delicate. He does not have the manliness of Luo Feng.

Ye Feng and Du Zhong looked at each other with a smile, but they did not speak. They really had their teachers and their disciples. The patriarch was merciful. Of course, the disciples at the bottom were no better.

Ge Ming, a disciple of Fangcun mountain, slowly stepped onto the challenge arena. He was in his thirties, dark and calm.

He didn't bring any weapons. He held his hands in front of his chest. His fists were twice as big as ordinary people. Obviously, he was an expert at using fists.

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