Du Dahai sneered and said: "It's good to know. Don't worry, now that you've come up, don't even think about going down. If you dare to attack Third Young Master, the price will be... death!"
Du Dahai squeezed the word "death" out of his teeth.
He holds a short gun in his left hand and a tomahawk in his right hand, which is suitable for both near and far. This is also the standard configuration of many ring battles. Du Dahai raised the tomahawk, circled it on his wrist like a demonstration, then took a lunge forward and began to kill with murderous intent.
charge.
But when he was still ten meters away from Qianye, Du Dahai suddenly seemed to hit an invisible barrier. He stopped suddenly and stared straight ahead, his cheeks trembling slightly.
Qianye, on the other hand, stood motionless in his spare time. He didn't even take out his gun or sword. He simply made a fighting posture, raising his right hand high like a knife.
In an instant, in Du Dahai's eyes, the whole world seemed to have disappeared, with only a high-hanging sword showing its sharp edge. As Qianye's sword rose to a high place, there was an invisible force pulling him, causing him to stop.
Du Dahai couldn't help but take a step forward.
With this step, the fragile confrontation was immediately broken.
Qianye's figure moved, and the next moment he was in front of Du Dahai. Then there was a thunderous sound in the air, and the sword was slashed at his head!
Du Dahai was horrified, his beard and hair stood on end, and his full potential burst out at the moment of life and death. He let out a wild scream, dropped all his weapons, crossed his arms and raised his arms, trying to withstand the blow that seemed to knock the whole world down.
There was a muffled sound, like the beating of a war drum, and Qianye's sword paused in mid-air for a moment, and was actually caught.
However, at the next moment, Du Dahai's knees softened and he knelt on the ground with a plop. The ground where his knees sank suddenly, and cracks spread in all directions. Then his whole body sank downwards until he was half a meter deep.
Qianye stopped his hand and took a step back. Dongyue was still firmly held in his left palm, with no intention of taking it out of the sheath.
Du Dahai's eyes were distracted, and he slowly fell forward, unable to even spit out blood. A shallow pit several meters in diameter suddenly appeared on the martial arts field, and Du Dahai lay in the middle, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
"...An Renyi wins this battle!" The elder in charge of the referee was stunned for a while before he remembered to announce the result.
The fighting has just started in the other two places, and two people are still confronting each other in another place. Is it over here?
On the high platform, Mrs. An Guogong was still dozing. However, this battle was so unexpected that more than half of the elders were moved. When Qianye turned around and walked out of the venue, several elders couldn't help but whisper.
"This blow triggered the force of heaven and earth? It is obviously a method only a warrior can use!"
"If my eyes were not blurry, I could only see eight nodes of light on him."
"At the eighth level, he can use his tactics as a general. This young man's future is limitless and limitless!"
"Xiao Qi has a good eye."
Amid the praise and exclamation, there were other voices.
"Humph! It's just that the opponent was too weak, and the guy who was defeated underestimated the enemy!" The elder who spoke was named Song Xiuwen, and he was Song Ziqi's uncle. Of course he felt that he had been slighted.
At that moment, another elder who had always been at odds with him sneered: "I wonder if Brother Xiuwen, when he was at the eighth level, could kill his ninth-level opponent with just one slap?"
Song Xiuwen's old face suddenly turned red, and he snorted heavily, but was speechless.
When Qianye returned to his seat, Gao Junyi looked at him with shock and admiration in his eyes, and Song Zining's personal guards were even more in awe.
In another viewing area, Song Zicheng looked back at Qianye and let out a breath. He suddenly understood what the strange smile of his seventh brother was when he left, and he couldn't help but secretly rejoice that he didn't indulge in that small thing.
Cheap.
He also knew that the third brother's manipulations were indispensable behind the arrangement of this battle. Du Dahai was Song Ziqi's most capable general. Song Ziqi sent him to face Qianye in the first battle, perhaps thinking that he had gained an advantage and could avenge his previous shame.
But he didn't expect that things would backfire and he would directly lose one of his generals.
Qianye didn't pay attention to everyone's attention, walked to Song Zining and sat down peacefully.
Song Zining looked Qianye up and down with incredible eyes and said, "I suddenly have a very unpleasant feeling that I may not be able to defeat you now."
Qianye smiled slightly and said: "You have been unable to defeat me for a long time, not now."
Song Zining snorted softly, approached Qianye, lowered his voice and said, "You don't think you can really defeat me with this little thing, do you?"
Qianye also responded in a low voice: "You don't think that this is all I have, do you?"
"Really? Then let me see your other methods."
"You should worry about yourself first, don't get beaten down by others."
The two of them exchanged some words, but neither of them got the upper hand, so they both stopped talking. At this time, the first round of fighting was finally over. Including those who had byes, there were still thirty-two guest warriors left.
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According to the battle table, the second round of fighting begins, and half of the people will be eliminated in this round. The remaining sixteen guest warriors will fight against sixteen Song clan disciples.
This time, Gao Junyi met a powerful opponent. The two opponents of equal strength fought in a thrilling and bloody manner, and finally won by one move. This is definitely a record that he can be proud of, but this time Gao Junyi acted honestly.
In the end, there was no success at all.
Next, Qianye appears again.
In the viewing area opposite, Song Ziqi stared at Qianye's back from a distance, his face as gloomy as a lead cloud. He clenched his fists tightly and cracked his knuckles, obviously extremely angry.
Du Dahai is not only one of the strongest warriors under his command, but also has considerable experience in leading troops in battles. This defeat, seriously injured and on the verge of death, completely disrupted Song Ziqi's overall plan. Without such an assistant, not to mention martial arts
His ranking in the examination will definitely not be better, and the military strategy examination will also be deeply affected. It is almost impossible for him to compete for the second position.
There was no Song Ziqi in Qianye's eyes, only his opponent in this match.
Qianye's opponent is not that strong, and he is still injured. If Du Dahai can win, this person should be specially arranged for him, so that he can easily win two games in a row, and then face the children of the Song clan.
Song Ziqi cleared the way for those candidates to succeed.
Standing opposite Qianye was a female warrior. She still had a bandage on her thigh and looked at Qianye in a panic. Although she did not witness Qianye's last battle, her companions certainly informed her in time.
Therefore, the female warrior did not use the force gun, but drew out her double swords, intending to use her flexible body skills and swift speed to avoid Qianye's terrifying power.
When the elder announced that the battle had begun, the female warrior screamed and rushed towards Qianye like a cheetah! The two swords were tightly tucked under her ribs, like the fangs of poisonous snakes, which could be unleashed to hurt anyone at any time.
Just like in the first battle, Qianye stood still and waited for the opponent to approach a certain distance before taking a step forward. The ground of the arena shook suddenly, and the female warrior suddenly let out a muffled groan, as if being hit by an invisible force.
After the hammer hit, his footwork suddenly became chaotic and he stumbled towards Qianye.
Qianye raised his palm to form a sword, raised it and slashed it down, and there was another thunder with his wave of his hand!
The female warrior still wanted to take a wrong step to dodge, but she suddenly found that the palm knife in front of her seemed to have a strong suction force. No matter how hard she struggled, she could not change the direction of the forward attack. Despair flashed in her eyes, she screamed, and crossed her swords to fight with the sword.
A blow that fell like thunder, but at this time the sharp edge was pointing upward.
She actually didn't expect to be able to stop Qianye's sword with this one. She only hoped that the other party would worry about the sharpness of the blade and slightly change the direction of falling to protect the fatal parts from the top of the head to the face. The rest, she could only hope for.
Don't hurt too much with one blow.
However, the female warrior's expectations did not come true. Qianye turned a blind eye to the shining blade, and the sword slashed straight down the middle without any deviation from its falling trajectory.
When the palms and knives met, the female warrior's swords immediately flew away. She felt as if she had been struck by lightning. She fell on her back with a plop and could not get up again. However, the cracks in the ground beneath her were far less than in the previous scene, and her hands and feet were still intact.
Although she was able to move, she was obviously much less injured than Du Dahai. However, Du Dahai, whose strength was far superior to her, was carried down for rescue, and her life and death are still unknown until now.
There was no suspense about this victory. Qianye was obviously merciful. When he returned to Song Zining, he received much less attention and discussion.
After Qianye sat down, Song Zining said, "Show me your hands."
Qianye stretched out his right hand and could see two long red marks on the edge of his palm. The center part was now a little bruised, but that was all. The blade of the ninth-level warrior raised with all his strength even touched his skin.
No scratches.
Although this is the result of Force defense, after all, it is a flesh and blood body fighting against Force weapons, which shows that Qianye's physical strength has reached an astonishing level.
Song Zining was speechless for a moment, then threw the medicine he had prepared back to his bodyguards and said, "Are you still a human being?"
"No." Qianye told the truth with a sincere attitude.
After the top sixteen guest warriors were selected, today's big test ended here. Song Zining's two guest warriors were all shortlisted, which attracted the attention of the elders.
On the second day, the disciples of the Song Dynasty will appear one after another.
On this day, Mrs. An Guogong unexpectedly arrived again, which cheered up all the Song clan disciples who participated in the war. This meant that even if they could not enter the finals, they could still be seen by their ancestors, and maybe they would be favored.
opportunity for promotion. As a result, everyone's fighting spirit became even higher.
The old lady looked around with a kind face. She had fresh fruits and various snacks on hand. It was obvious that she was in a good mood today and was ready to take a serious look at the performance of her great-grandchildren. The elders also cheered up.
spirit, trying his best to wink at his own line of succession candidates.
From this moment on, every battle will affect the hearts of some people.
Qianye was one of the first to appear, and his opponent was a young man in his twenties, slender, and elegant. This man's name was Song Zize, and he was directly descended from the fourth row, but he had surpassed Song Ziqi, who was the third row, and was currently in the line of succession.
Ranked third in the rankings, he is obviously a very outstanding person.
Song Zize looked at Qianye and said with a smile: "It's really surprising that an eighth-level warrior can reach this point. But that's it for now. The next stage should belong to me, the son of the Song clan. You have to admit defeat on your own.
Or should I send you down?"
Qianye looked at the self-proclaimed Fourth Young Master and said calmly: "If I had the time to talk so much, I would have finished it long ago."
Song Zize's expression was stifled, and then he pulled out his long sword and sneered: "Originally, I wanted to save some face for Xiao Qi, but since you are so seeking death, I will have no choice but to cut off your hands and feet and teach you a lesson for Xiao Qi!"
Qianye couldn't understand the other party's way of thinking at all. Did the other party think that with just a few words, he could make this battle impossible?
In fact, Song Zize does have a lot of pride, otherwise he would not be able to defeat Song Ziqi, who is already a warrior. He has been training at the ninth level for a long time, and he wants to have a solid foundation before breaking through, so that he can become a blockbuster after the warrior.
Qianye turned around and glanced at Song Zining. Song Zining knew the temperament of his fourth brother to a certain extent. He wanted to laugh when he saw Qianye's helpless expression. He spread his hands and signaled Qianye to do whatever he wanted without any worries.
Qianye nodded and slowly pulled out Dongyue. This ordinary-looking long sword was finally unsheathed after lying dormant for two times.