Chapter Three Hundred and Fourteen: Fighting Rou with Strength
Wu Zhouzhi was born in Huanghuachuan and was a true disciple of the sect. Huanghuachuan was a middle-level sect, with its mountain gate to the west of Huaizuo Prefecture and bordering the Nanling area.
In the entire Huaizuo Mansion, there is only one high-level sect, the Yulong Sect, with no other branches, but there are more than a dozen middle-level sects, and there is also a gap in strength between them.
Among them, Huanghuachuan is one of the weaker sects. It has only been promoted to a mid-level sect for only ten years, and its background is relatively shallow.
Wu Zhouzhi's reputation is not good. In the last handsome competition, he encountered Gongsun Chou in the first round and lost without any suspense. He is already quite old, and this competition is probably the last one he can participate in.
With good luck, I got a bye in the first round and went directly to the second round.
The opponent in the second round is Liang Qiufeng.
He naturally watched Liang Qiufeng's victory over Su Xingping from the audience. When he saw the results of the draw, he couldn't help but gasp, and his heart pounded.
There were fifty-two people. In fact, Wu Zhouzhi was somewhat confident of dealing with several of them. When he was drawing lots, he had been hoping that God would bless him again. If he could win one, he might be able to advance to the third round like never before. He never thought that all his luck would be exhausted ahead.
Well, I suddenly hit a hard scumbag.
The only thing I can comfort myself with is that compared to people like Xue Yixuan, Gongsun Chou, etc., facing Liangqiufeng is not so disappointing.
The result of the draw could not be changed. Wu Zhouzhi immediately became excited and thought hard about the process of Liang Qiufeng's defeat of Su Xingping to see if he could find some flaws.
In terms of cultivation level, he is not afraid, but has a bit of an advantage; what worries him is Liang Qiufeng's unpredictable swordsmanship, which is integrated with the sword's will. It is at least sixty-seven points of fire, and his attainments are extraordinary; the other one is Liang Qiufeng.
The sword in Feng's hands is gone. Its blade is incomparable.
There is no doubt that magical weapons are helpful to warriors. A good weapon can increase the killing power by at least 30 to 40%.
This is also an important reason why warriors all over the world are flocking to high-grade weapons and equipment.
At ordinary times, the effect may not be outstanding if it is below a treasure weapon. But once it reaches a treasure weapon or above, the difference will be extremely big.
The legendary emperor-level magic weapon is almost magical, earth-shaking, and so powerful that it is unimaginable.
Of course, divine objects of this level are rare and cannot be encountered or sought. The few surviving ones have been kept tightly and have not been seen for hundreds of years. If it shows its sharpness, it will definitely cause a huge storm.
Wu Zhouzhi was very worried about Liang Qiufeng's sword of unknown grade. He had no choice but to have no comparable weapon to compete with him. He was very distressed and asked his elders.
The elder asked calmly: "Zhou Zhi, what are your strengths?"
"The whip method uses softness to overcome hardness, and uses side strikes to hit the target..."
He is not stupid. As he spoke, an idea flashed in his mind: "Thank you, elder, for your teaching."
After gaining this understanding, I felt that I had found a way to restrain Liang Qiufeng, and I became full of confidence.
The next day, the sun was shining brightly, and the square was crowded with people. Looking at the formation, it was even more crowded than in the first round. As the game progressed, each game became more exciting, and people did not want to miss it.
The VIP seats, which were originally sparsely occupied, were gradually filled.
The first match today is from Mr. Xishui Liu Shangyi. After a simple greeting, the duel began.
Liu Shangyi. Being called the "Master Cherishing Water" is not just an elegant thing. The name contains water, which comes from his famous technique "Three Thousand Waters of Water Jue". When used, it can be performed gently, urgently, and with endless changes. However,
In half an hour, the outcome was decided.
He only used four to five points of his strength.
Liang Qiufeng could see clearly that, perhaps except for Su Xingping, the top players basically did not compete with all their strength in the previous competitions and had reservations.
After Su Xingping was defeated, his eyebrows were shaved and he suffered a great humiliation. He disappeared in the past few days and disappeared. It is not known whether he was hiding in the family and gnashing his teeth or preparing some revenge plan.
Liang Qiufeng was not afraid, but the news was blocked, so he was inevitably a little worried.
Not long after the Zhongnan Jianmen was built, Zhang Jiangshan was responsible for the liaison. However, due to the weakness of the sect itself, its shortcomings were obvious. Although it was somewhat successful in Nanling, when it came to Huaizuo Mansion, it would not wait for anyone to see it. Fatty and
When people talk about business, they rarely bend down and speak down.
Although Fatty didn't talk about these situations, Liang Qiufeng understood them all.
No strength, no diplomacy.
In the past, Liang Qiufeng had always considered that at the beginning of the sect, everything was ready to be revitalized, and it would take time, and everything had to be developed perseveringly. But after meeting Uncle Taishi and the others, he gained some confidence and knew that time would never wait for anyone. Now.
It's just right to borrow a stage and show off the sword in your hand.
"The next match will be between Zhongnan Jianmen Liang Qiufeng and Huanghuachuan Wu Zhouzhi."
The deacon in charge announced loudly on the stage.
"Qiu Feng, it's your turn!"
Zhang Jiangshan shouted excitedly.
In his opinion, Liang Qiufeng could easily defeat Su Xingping, so there would be no problem for someone like Wu Zhouzhi.
After one victory, he ranked among the twenty-sixth.
Liang Qiufeng smiled slightly and jumped onto the stage.
After the two sides completed the basic etiquette, Wu Zhouzhi shook his hand and whipped out a whip eight feet long.
This long whip is black and oily. The body of the whip is not slippery, but is layered with sharp scales. It emits a cold light and looks like a sinister python.
The whip is a strange weapon, and its users are rare. But those who can use it are those with good cultivation.
Seeing him using the whip, the audience started talking:
"Wu Zhouzhi's whip technique has mastered the art of ghosts and ghosts, and uses softness to overcome hardness. It seems that this battle is very promising."
"In the end, Liang Qiufeng should probably win. He defeated Su Xingping after all."
"If you defeat Su Xingping, you will definitely defeat Wu Zhouzhi? Hum, that's not necessarily true. When people face each other, their skills are incompatible. You have to fight to know."
"That's true, but as long as Liang Qiufeng stays in position within ten rounds, the chance of winning is still very high."
The wave-like sound wave had little impact on the two people on the stage.
"please!"
After saying this, Wu Zhouzhi was afraid of being attacked by Liangqiu Peak, so he immediately struck first to gain strength. Infused with his true energy, the whip spiraled up, creating a black shadow, and used it as a hood towards Liangqiu Peak.
His true energy poured into the whip. It could be soft or hard, long or short, and the changes could be made in a single thought. He thought in his mind that as long as he did not touch Liang Qiufeng's sword head-on, and could only twist and tease it, he would be able to remove its edge.
, waiting for an opportunity to win.
"please!"
Liang Qiufeng also said something, took a step with his sword, and rushed straight towards the opponent. The Sword of Injury on his waist was not unsheathed.
As the saying goes, an inch long makes you strong, and an inch short makes you dangerous. Wu Zhouzhi's whip was swung out, but it was a big flaw when he got close.
How could he let Liang Qiufeng bully him and come closer to him? With a loud shout, he retracted his whip in time and danced around him like a gust of evil wind, making a whirring sound.
Liang Qiufeng shouted: "Broken!"
The Sword of Shangqing was unsheathed, raised high, and then fell cleanly.
This kind of move is originally very rare in kendo, but the sword technique is versatile, such as the "powerful splitting of Huashan" and so on.
But Liang Qiufeng used it now, giving people a sense of righteousness and perseverance, and everything was split open under the sharp edge.
Vertical sword style!
"Oops!"
Wu Zhouzhi was horrified and flew back without thinking.
Click!
The whip fell to the ground and became several pieces. He felt a cold air going straight down from the center of his eyebrows to his heart. If he retreated slower, he might have been cut in half.