With this blow, not only was the fist edge wrapped with layers of crimson force light, but there was also a crackling sound in the air!
Nangong Wanyun's expression changed immediately. Seeing the power of this punch, she didn't dare to take it hard! She had to duck and retreat.
Qianye caught up with him in a flying step, and swept his leg with a crackling sound like thunder and lightning. This time, Nangong Wanyun was unable to retreat, gritted his teeth, and also launched a flying leg, and struck a blow with Qianye!
There was a muffled sound, and both of them fell back at the same time, their faces instantly turning pale.
Nangong Wanyun's appearance was delicate, but her force power turned out to be equally fierce. The two sides fought evenly. Qianye felt as if he had hit an alloy plate with the same hardness, and the strength rebounded, which made him feel uncomfortable.
However, this slight discomfort from the shock was not comparable to the bloodshed on the battlefield. Qianye strode towards Nangong Wanyun with almost no hindrance, using his fists, feet, shoulders and elbows, and every part of his body seemed to have turned into a weapon.
Nangong Wanyun suddenly found that all her combat skills were useless. Faced with such violent power and speed, her only choice was to strike hard one after another.
The duel between the two sides lasted for more than ten minutes. Nangong Wanyun suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. Finally, the force of the force failed, and the offensive and defensive momentum suddenly relaxed. Qianye immediately seized the opportunity, rushed into her arms, and exerted all his strength.
Depend on!
Nangong Wanyun immediately flew backwards and fell out of the fighting arena.
Qianye stood there without moving, a strange flush flashed across his face, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.
Nangong Wanyun, who had just gotten up from the ground, was extremely depressed. She only used a secret combat skill once at the beginning, and then she was almost completely led by Qianye's offensive, and it turned into a head-to-head close combat. She
He had a two-level advantage over Qianye, but he was knocked directly out of the field.
However, after Nangong Wanyun stood firm and saw Qianye vomiting blood, it was clear that winning was not as easy as it seemed, and she immediately felt much better. She tucked her broken hair behind her ears, regained the grace and elegance of a noble girl from aristocratic families, and even asked
Qianye waved and said hello, then turned and left.
Qianye slowly walked to the sidelines and found a place to sit down, rest quietly, and wait for the next battle.
After five rounds, there were only sixteen contestants left, and a new duel table was displayed on the virtual light screen beside the martial arts arena. At this time, the family’s heritage was revealed. Two-thirds of the top sixteen were descendants of the family.
, noble families, poor families, and common people together account for one-third.
The sixth round was also the last match of the day. It was considered a relatively easy match for Qianye. The children of the aristocratic families he played against had encountered evenly matched opponents in the previous two games. In the end, he narrowly won with a slight advantage, but he was also affected by
He was seriously injured. After only a few rounds of fighting between the man and Qianye, he was forced to receive a heavy punch, which added to the injury, and he accepted the defeat.
At this time, many people in the stands noticed Qianye who had successfully advanced to the competition. Duke Wei knew about Qianye's talent, so he nodded slightly and his expression did not change much.
The counselor next to him noticed it immediately and went up to join in the fun: "That No. 163 can reach this level even at level five. He must have a special talent, maybe it is worth cultivating?!"
Duke Wei Fu Xu said: "It is said that the greatest characteristic of 'Morning Qiming' is that the weak defeats the strong, and it is indeed well-deserved. If this son has not only practiced military warfare, he should not stop there."
The counselor heard this and understood. It seemed that Duke Wei had noticed this young man for a long time. He had even detected the young man's talent. He immediately said: "The vision of Duke Wei has always been speechless!"
Duke Wei shook his head and said: "It's a pity that in an abandoned place like the Evernight Continent, such a talent is a waste of resources. His force power is only one or two times higher than the standard level.
"
The counselor thought about Duke Wei's thoughts, and it seemed that he was not very solicitous, so he changed the subject and said: "Besides him, there are several interesting young talents in this spring hunting session. Forget about the nobles and below, the young masters of aristocratic families may be able to
A good match for Miss Xin'er."
Duke Wei just said: "Let's take a look first, there are still three rounds. Xin'er is not very old, so we can think about it in the long term."
After hearing this, the counselor knew that Duke Wei had not decided on a candidate yet, so he calmed down and waited for the end of the battle in all the fighting fields.
The back garden of the Yin Family Courtyard was particularly quiet in the afternoon.
Qianye sat in the dense canopy of the tree, raised his right hand in front of his eyes, and the sunlight fell through the gaps between the branches and leaves, drawing mottled light spots on his palm. He suddenly raised his head and looked to the right, and saw the mountain wind rustling,
A few fallen leaves drifted down from the branches, and then a figure slowly emerged.
Song Zining found a horizontal branch and sat down casually. He was holding a cylindrical silver pot in his hand. The water he poured out was clear and fragrant, but it was still tea.
Qianye took the tea cup from Song Zining and couldn't help but laugh: "You really don't drink anymore? I see that Qiqi has been very busy these two days. Don't you even have to attend social activities?"
"The evaluation and recruitment of nobles will be done by someone else." Song Zining said nonchalantly, "I still have to prepare for war!"
Qianye shrugged, it was too perfunctory to make such an excuse, Qiqi had also passed the first six rounds.
Song Zining raised his hands and put them behind his head, and said casually: "Zhao Junhong told me that he promised to fight you with only level five force power."
Qianye wondered: "Why did he say this?"
"Because he originally wanted to be in a group with you."
Qianye understood immediately. It seemed that Zhao Junhong was really determined to fight with him. Was he worried that he would not reach the end, so he wanted to use the right of designation to get a chance to fight? But Zhao Junhong was right. Qianye had seen Song Zining.
After the secret technique and that one shot that set off a prairie fire, even he himself didn't dare to say he would win.
But Qianye then asked in confusion: "Then why are they still grouped like this?"
Song Zining said with a smile: "Because I also have a fight with Prince Wei!"
Qianye suddenly felt that his friend's smile was full of malice.
Next, Song Zining talked about his and Zhao Junhong's discussion and evaluation of Qianye's previous fighting performances, which immediately drew Qianye's attention away. Song and Zhao are both disciples of powerful families, and in the battle
In the soldier stage, you can master the warrior-level secret skills to some extent, and your vision is naturally superior to others, and every comment is to the point.
Qianye listened very carefully. After encountering many secret combat techniques in Tianxuan Spring Hunt this time, he also discovered his own shortcomings. The fighting skills in the army and the combat skills honed on the line of fire were obtained by practicing military combat.
Qianye's profound force power has allowed Qianye to maintain a clear advantage over his peers. However, the lack of attribute counterattacks and meticulous force control of secret combat skills has greatly limited the types of tactics he can use.
Zhao Junhong said that Qianye's combat skills are not suitable for group competitions. Because Qianye has only one tactic from the beginning, and that is to use force to overcome skill. That is, to use pure power to overwhelm everything. The biggest problem with this tactic is that it cannot
Leave room and no retreat. Once the momentum is blocked, the backlash will be stronger.
After Qianye met the noble youth in the third round, he had to trade his injuries for injuries. He killed one thousand enemies and suffered eight hundred losses. Earlier, when he fought Ji Yuanjia, he was even interrupted in the Art of War.
Although Qianye has never made this mistake again since then
.For this reason, Qianye has not used the King of Soldiers' Strike in the ring until now. On the one hand, it is to have a backup plan, and on the other hand, it is also because this is his last trump card. With one strike, I can
Invincible, if you miss a hit, you may lose the opportunity.
It wasn't until the next morning when Qianye stood in the huge martial arts arena and saw the battle table on the virtual screen that he suddenly remembered that this round was Song Zining versus Wei Potian?
However, Qianye couldn't be distracted soon, and he encountered a tough battle. In the seventh round, Qianye's opponent was a warrior of the noble clan, and those who could reach this point were the truly strong among the contestants.
The battle lasted for nearly an hour, with both sides nearly exhausted in force. Only then did Qianye seize a small opportunity, severely injure his opponent, and win the game.
After the fight, Qianye realized that he was not the last one to finish the game.
On another field, thunderous roars are constantly being heard, as well as the familiar earthy yellow light of the 'Thousand Layers of Mountains', and occasionally star-like fragments of light explode in mid-air. Wei Potian is roaring against the Thousand Layers of Mountains,
He chased his opponent all the way and fought fiercely. His opponent turned out to be Song Zining!
At this time, there was no strange and beautiful scene around Song Zining when the secret technique of 'Three Thousand Floating Leaves' was in operation, but his movements were equally erratic, coming and going in the field as if he had no weight.
Seeing the walking track, I almost feel like recreating the ghostly appearance that night.
Wei Potian's attacks were fierce and fierce. Occasionally, a sharp strike would make a sharp sound like a sharp blade piercing the air. This shows how amazing the speed and power of the fists were. However, Song Zining always avoided it when there was no chance of an attack, and could not even hit it.
Reality.
After another full ten minutes, the light of Qianzhongshan on Wei Potian's body flickered a few times and then disappeared, indicating that the force was finally exhausted. And he was so tired that he almost collapsed. He put his hands on his knees, gasping for air and sweating like rain.
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Song Zining's figure flashed a few steps away and appeared behind Wei Potian. He stretched out his hand and gave a gentle push. As a result, Wei Potian, who was already half-tired, fell to the ground and slid forward for a while.
The body is beyond the realm of fighting arena.
Song Zining naturally won this match.
In this way, Qianye met his opponent in the semifinals, Song Zining.
Song Zining was obviously in a very good mood, and his warm smile that seemed to never change in front of others revealed a bit of real joy. A chill ran down Qianye's back. It was just like the unlucky guy who was caught in the Huangquan training camp back then.
Song Zining seemed to have tidied up.
Although Qianye only saw the end of the battle between Song Zining and Wei Potian, he already knew clearly that Song Zining's tactics were the best to restrain the fierce and fierce fighting styles of him and Wei Potian.
However, there is nothing to be afraid of. Instead, Qianye’s fighting spirit is gradually rising. Speaking of which, he hasn’t played against this good friend in many years!
The horn sounded to start the war, and Qianye's art of war passed two rounds of the eighteenth level in the shortest time. He strode forward, shouted low, and punched out!
Song Zining's body glowed with a green light, and he raised his palms to push the seal away. In the blink of an eye, the two of them exchanged more than ten moves with fists and palms. They were both very familiar with each other's close combat skills, and they were not unfamiliar with each other even after so many years of separation. In this round, he failed to hit the opponent even once!
PS: I have been so busy lately that I only posted half of the content during the noon update. I just got home and posted this chapter. I will update it over the weekend and apologize.