"I haven't lost yet!"
Charles turned over with a carp and his face turned pale, and his anger turned blood red. It was obvious that although Shang Zhengyu's attack just now made a contribution, it did not make him lose his combat power.
"Charles, if you lose, you lose. Do you want your friends in the Central Plains to think that our people from Xueyun Kingdom can't afford to lose?"
A long sword stopped Chal Khan, and Altay slowly walked over Chal Khan. Chal Khan's eyes were full of reluctance, but the king had nothing to say, which means that the king had already agreed to his defeat. Chal Khan suddenly felt a little discouraged. Finally, he looked at Nalan Shu on the observation stage, picked up the downed horse spear on the ground and flew away.
On the competition stage, Altay held his sword and fist in the backhand, and said to Shang Zhengyu in pure Zhongyuan language: "In Xia Altay, the young leader of the Akqin tribe. I have been to Yunzhou, and the customs and cultures there have fascinated me, and I have also learned a lot there. This competition is very important to me, so I must do my best to do my best. I hope this brother in the Central Plains will be forgiven."
The first time I heard outsiders speak Chinese primitives in Yunxiao City, Shang Zhengyu suddenly felt a little fond of Altay, and he bowed with his fists and said, "In the lower Shang Zhengyu, the fourth place among the seven sons of Fengyu Pavilion in Fengyu Pavilion. Please."
There was another uproar around him. Shang Zhengyu was only ranked fourth among the gangs he was in. What kind of cultivation is the top three!
Altay was the same and immediately asked, "Sorry, I have never heard of Fengyu Pavilion, but since Brother Shang is ranked fourth, does that mean that the three people in front of you have even more amazing cultivation?"
Shang Zhengyu smiled and said, "One of them has poor strength, but the other two have real artistic conception, and one of them just reached the peak of artistic conception last month."
Fatty Chen's eyes were a little bigger than Tongling. He was so shocked that he didn't know what to say. He subconsciously turned his head to Ziqi Wanyan Jing, and the intention of seeking verification in his eyes could not be concealed.
The strong man who had been dissatisfied with Shang Zhengyu and the other two before was the same. He was not easy to speak, but the meaning contained in his eyes was almost exactly the same as that of Fatty Chen.
More and more people were looking at Wanyan Jing and Ziqi. Everyone saw that they were here with Shang Zhengyu. Everyone had a question in their hearts: Is what he said true or was he bragging!
Wanyan Jing suddenly turned serious, looked around the puzzled people around, nodded and said, "It's true. The person beside me is the last seventh son among the Seven Sons of Fengyu. As for people like me who have just gained a foothold in the Strategy Realm, there are many people in Fengyu Pavilion. This kind of person needs to be trained for a few years before they can compete for the Seven Sons."
Finally, Wanyan Jing added: "Our Fengyu Pavilion has just been established, and the building is full of young people like the three of us, but there are no older generation celebrities."
As soon as this statement was spoken, the audience members around him immediately made one by one
Almost all exploded in horror.
There are many masters in the Fengyu Tower of Strong Realm? Even those who have just entered the Fengyu Tower do not even have the qualifications to rank in this Fengyu Pavilion? So how powerful is this Fengyu Pavilion!
You should know that even if the young generation of young people from the country of Xueyun Kingdom gathers in Yunxiao City, there are only less than a hundred people on this arena, and even if there are other young generations who have not participated, there are only more than a hundred people. The power level masters of the Fengyu Pavilion can account for one tenth of them. What is this concept!
Zi Qi remained silent, but how could the joke in Wanyan Jing escape from Zi Qi's eyes? Zi Qi quietly pushed Wanyan Jing with his elbow and whispered: "You've passed."
"What I said is the truth." Wanyan Jing stuck out her tongue, and her cute look made Ziqi speechless.
Ziqi's eyes gradually raised, but under the cover of the dark blue metal mask, no one could detect the smile on his face.
Anyway, they can't prove it even if the sky is high and the road is far away, so let's just say it.
Altay took a deep breath to drive away the distracting thoughts in his heart. If he continued to ask, it would probably affect his wave. He clasped his fists again: "Brother Shang, please."
Shang Zhengyu also clasped his fists: "Please!"
But at this moment, a panting voice suddenly came into the venue.
"Brother Shang, I'll bring you your sword!"
This person was actually Meng Lin! It turned out that Meng Lin was also watching here. Seeing that Shang Zhengyu was not carrying weapons, he hurriedly carried his black iron heavy sword at the cannon fodder office.
Zi Qi's eyes suddenly lit up, he flew down from the roof, held the black iron heavy sword in his hand and threw it out with great force. The heavy black iron swords were immediately inserted in front of Shang Zhengyu.
Shang Zhengyu laughed and pulled out the black iron heavy sword from the ground, waved several sword flowers in his hand, held the hilt of the sword in his back hand and clasped his fist and said, "Please."
"It turns out that Brother Shang also used a sword, please!"
With the word "please", the battle began immediately!
Altay pressed up in an instant, and the clear sound of swords was endless. Jianhua condensed in the air suddenly burst out, turning into countless silk-like sword lights and entangled towards Shang Zhengyu.
This is a complete soft sword! Use softness to overcome hardness!
Shang Zhengyu waved the black iron heavy sword in his hand while laughing. The huge sword body was regarded as a shield by him. The tingling sounds on it were connected into a piece. All the sword lights were completely blocked by him, without a trace of missing out!
The black iron heavy sword suddenly switched to attack, and a domineering and fierce sweep sweep hit Altay's long sword! The fierce momentum was not even slight than the downward horse spear in Chal Khan's hand. The wind wrapped around instantly suppressed the sword in Altay's hand. The flexible sword body was even pressed into an astonishing arc by the wind, as if it would break at any time!
It was like the tense bowstring was suddenly released. The long sword that was originally bent to the extreme in Altay's hand suddenly bounced up, drawing a silver crescent moon towards the heavy black iron sword that was hit. During the collision between the two, a dazzling light suddenly burst out, and the fierce wind burst out the two of them. This move could only be considered a draw!
The first style of Pingtian Sword Technique, the Demon Strike, did not make any contribution, and Shang Zhengyu was not surprised at all. With his wrist turned, he immediately raised the Black Iron Sword high and slashed at Altay with the momentum of opening mountains and cutting off the current.
It is the second style of Pingtian Sword Technique! Slaying Demons!
If the sword light turns into silk threads, Altay can weave them into a net.
Shang Zhengyu slashed down, and what was facing him was a tough giant net composed entirely of sword light. The giant net completely wrapped it up the moment it touched the Black Iron Heavy Sword, making it unable to make any progress. Not only that, after attracting Shang Zhengyu's Black Iron Heavy Sword, the sword light giant net passed through the giant net, looking for a gap and going straight to the key points of Shang Zhengyu's joint. Any place that was hit would be enough to make the two directly decide the outcome.
"Are you underestimating Shang too much? Be careful!"
Shang Zhengyu burst out with a heroic laugh, his wrist trembled rapidly, and the black iron heavy sword suddenly changed its previous heavy slashing momentum, suddenly flipped, and instantly tore the huge sword light net that was originally wrapped in the sword body. The sword lights that originally wanted to raid Shang Zhengyu from the mesh were also shattered in this one, turning into a sea of ​​bright lights all over the sky and dissipated.
At this moment, Altay suddenly disappeared from the spot! When he appeared again, he had turned into four phantoms, and he divided into four major directions, east, west, south, and north, and all set up swords against Shang Zhengyu. The actions of the four Altays to draw swords were consistent in the front and back, and it was impossible to tell which one was the real body and which was the phantom!
The sword blade came, but he walked past Shang Zhengyu!
Shang Zhengyu also left a phantom on the spot! Moreover, this phantom is more realistic, and he directly deceived Altay who took action!
The figure of Shang Zhengyu, holding the Black Iron Heavy Sword, dissipated invisible in the middle. The Black Iron Heavy Sword lost its support and hit the ground with a clang.
Just as the phantoms of the four Altay were disappearing and their true bodies were about to condense, they were already ready to wait for Shang Zhengyu to appear behind Altay in shock!
A finger sword slid past quietly, but this Altay suddenly collapsed like Shang Zhengyu before, after being hit, but a smile appeared on Shang Zhengyu's face.
Just at Shang Zhengyu's fingertips, a touch of bright red is so dazzling!
Chapter completed!