He Ming passed through all the battles, and except for Wei Bo, Meng Fei, Feng Piaopiao, and Yan Peng, all the others ended the duel with victory.
Now, his results are about to be revealed. He currently has a record of four losses in seventeen fights. The duel with Lu Qingfeng will definitely end in failure. In other words, his final record will be fixed at five losses in eighteen fights.
Many years ago, He Ming had been looking forward to one day facing off against the famous Lu Qingfeng. Now that he finally got his wish, he immediately aroused a high fighting spirit in his heart.
As expected of the sharp swordsman He Ming, most people just saw He Ming standing in the corner of the duel stage, and with a sway of his body, he rushed to the opposite side of Lu Qingfeng like a phantom.
The top-notch sword in his hand was quickly released. After leaving several invisible ripples in space in front of him, the sword fell from the top of Lu Qingfeng's head.
He Ming's sword struck like lightning and struck down in the blink of an eye. However, what surprised He Ming was that it actually fell into the air. When the sword fell, it only dispersed a few spatial ripples that were invisible to the naked eye.
Of course, He Ming knew that the opponent's attack speed was far faster than his, but that was only his sense when he was a spectator. Only when he actually dueled with the opponent did he realize that his so-called speed was not enough in front of the opponent.
If masters of the same level really have to duel, the winner may not be determined for several days. If the gap between the two sides is too large, the winner may be decided in one move.
Lu Qingfeng suddenly appeared on the left side of He Ming's divine body, and the Big Dipper sword in his hand instantly stabbed out, targeting the meridian of the opponent's right hand holding the sword.
He Ming hadn't retracted the knife he had struck. He only felt a few space ripples appearing in front of him again. What followed was a numbness in the arm holding the knife. He no longer had any strength. He had to open his right hand and hold it in his hand.
The knife was released immediately.
The sword jingling fell to the duel platform. After a few seconds, the numbness in his arm was completely relieved, and he couldn't help but look at his wrist.
I only saw a tiny red dot on the inside of my wrist. If I didn't look carefully, I wouldn't be able to spot the existence of this red dot.
Looking up to the opposite side, a thousand meters away, Lu Qingfeng was standing there leisurely, looking at He Ming with a smile.
"Brother Qingfeng, I'm just a frog in the well. I don't know what the world is like. I know I'm no match for you, but I didn't expect you to be so unbearable. I'm also called a sharp knife, but I'm so damn fast."
At this time, He Ming felt that he was not worthy of the title of Kuai Dao. His so-called Kuai Dao was nothing in front of Lu Qingfeng's sword. Thinking of this, he felt his face burning with embarrassment.
"He Ming, don't think too much about it. You see that I am quick in my moves, but there are people faster than me. We are still too young now, and we will reach the top one day."
He Ming waved his hand and said with a smile: "I was just feeling emotional for a moment. It's not shameful to lose to you. What's shameful is that after losing, you will fall down completely and never stand up again."
Thinking about his current record, he will definitely have a seat in the top ten. In the near future, his cultivation will break through the first level again, and the haze of failure at the hands of Lu Qingfeng will be gone.
He Ming drew number 11, and behind him was Yan Peng, the fast sword number 12. After He Mingfei returned to the viewing platform, Yan Peng quickly landed on the duel platform.
In the fourth duel of nineteen people, eleven people have already come to a conclusion. More than two months have passed unknowingly until now.
Among the nineteen people, the most depressing one was Chi Bubao. He never expected that the saying he knew before about thirty years to the east of Hedong and thirty years to the west of Hexi would be completely overturned when it came to him.
He was the number one among the nineteen people, and of course he was the first to appear. At that time, he also defeated Lu Qingcheng, Meng Fei, He Ming, and Yan Peng. It was only two months later that the loser became himself.
Now, No. 12 Yan Peng appeared on the stage. Facing Yan Peng, who is known as the fastest sword among human geniuses, although he defeated the opponent at that time, it was only a narrow victory.
Before Chi Bubao even stepped onto the duel stage, he already had this thought in his mind: Will this Yan Peng also defeat him?
Yan Peng stood on the duel stage, waiting for Chi Bubao to fly forward. Chi Bubao did indeed fly towards the duel stage, but in his heart, he still had this big question mark that lingered for a long time.
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"No, I've been waiting for you for a long time, and you just came out after calling me for a long time. You act like a bitch and it's boring. Let's do it quickly! I lost at your hands last time, and I want to regain my face this time."
Looking at Chi Bubao across from him, Yan Peng smiled and said a few sarcastic words. At this time, Chi Bubao's heart was still filled with questions: Those defeated generals all turned around and defeated me. This Yan Peng
Will he defeat me too?
With this question in my mind, I have already doubted my own strength from the bottom of my heart. It would be strange if I could still defeat Yan Peng.
"Yan Peng, do you think you are like He Ming and Meng Fei? They can turn defeat into victory, so you think you can do it too? Don't think too highly of yourself."
Yan Peng stretched out his finger, ticked Chi Bubao, and said with a smile: "It's useless to just say whether it works or not. Come over quickly and take action, and you will get verification immediately."
Seeing Yan Peng's provocative actions, Chi Bubao suddenly felt a surge of unknown anger, and thought to himself: Even his defeated generals in the past dared to stand on his neck and shit.
"Yan Peng, you are just a defeated general, but you dare to be so arrogant in front of me. Don't think that you can defeat me with some improvement in strength. Now I will let you know that there are some people you cannot defeat."
Chi Bubao's character was originally very calm, but the repeated blows these days have caused his mentality to change a lot. Not only does he speak carelessly, but he also appears to be impatient in his actions.
Yan Peng said it lightly, but in fact he knew very well in his heart that although his strength had reached a new level, he was not absolutely sure whether he could defeat the opponent.
He held the long sword in his hand, waiting for Chi Bubao's sudden attack at any time. Chi Bubao's demonic body flashed and appeared opposite Yan Peng in the blink of an eye. He held the long sword in his upper hand and stabbed the opponent in the heart.
With equal strength, the long sword in Chi Bubao's hand undoubtedly took advantage of it. It was nearly two feet longer than Yan Peng's sword. If they were to attack him head-on, Yan Peng would definitely suffer.
When many human geniuses face Chi Bu Bao, they will attack from the side, unless like Lu Qingfeng, they use the Divine Fire Snake Spear to knock Chi Bu Bao away with one shot.
Yan Peng knew very well that if he wanted to defeat his opponent, he could only win with speed, and there was no other way.
Before the duel, Yan Peng had already considered such a countermeasure. Now facing Chi Bu Bao's stabbing knife, he quickly dodged to the side without hesitation.
In an instant, he came to the left side of Chi Bu Bao's demonic body, and the long sword went straight towards the opponent and swept across the opponent's waist. As a few invisible ripples in the space rippled, the sword tip directly passed through the opponent's ribs.
The tip of the sword cut into Chi Bubao's left rib an inch deep. It was only then that Chi Bubao's long sword slashed diagonally towards Yan Peng's right arm, undoubtedly a little slower.
Although he did not cause much damage to the opponent, Yan Peng felt confident that he had the advantage in speed, and he became more confident in the following duel.
Chi Bu Bao's body was stained with blood, and his eyes immediately turned red. He was obviously angered by Yan Peng. He immediately stepped up his attack with the long knife in his hand, slashing at the opponent regardless of the cost.
The two started a fierce battle on the duel stage. Yan Peng kept attacking from the opponent's left, right and behind. He had no choice but to keep turning his demonic body to cope with the opponent's rapid attack.
On the duel stage, a strange phenomenon occurred. A dark magic light was always surrounded by a circle of silver light.
The two groups of light moved quickly on the duel platform, like a whirlwind blowing on the flat ground. The sound of metal clashing continued, and the two men clearly fought with real fire.
A few hours later, the two groups of light suddenly separated. The black light quickly retreated to the edge of the duel platform, and the silver light quickly chased after it.
Now people could see clearly, through a ball of black light, that Chi Bubao's battle suit was in tatters, with the damaged areas stained red by blood. His face was pale, and it was clear that he had no time to stabilize the demon body's injuries.
The silver light suddenly disappeared, and Yan Peng suddenly appeared in front of everyone. His divine body flashed on the duel stage, accompanied by dozens of space ripples, and he appeared in front of the opponent in an instant.
Because the speed was too fast, the white battle suit surged behind him, his long hair flew freely to the back of his head, his left hand was pinched into sword fingers, and the sword in his right hand went straight towards Chi Bu Bao and swept away at the waist.
puff!
A sword cut open Chi Bu Bao's stomach. At the same time, the opponent's long knife was covered with a layer of dark magic light. With several spatial ripples, it struck Yan Peng in the air.
Before the long sword fell, Yan Peng's sweeping sword suddenly spun around and swept away again at the waist that had not yet been severed.
Sensing the murderous space ripples approaching, Chi Bubao suddenly accelerated the speed of the long knife in his hand, trying to kill the opponent before he was cut in half.
Chi Bubao underestimated the opponent's speed. Yan Peng risked failure at this time and completely ignored the long sword above his head. The sword instantly flashed with dazzling light and slashed through Chi Bubao's waist in the blink of an eye.
A ray of light enveloped Xi Bubao. After the light disappeared, Xi Bubao stood intact on the edge of the duel stage. His eyes looking at Yan Peng were full of complicated and unreadable expressions.
"Chi Bu Bao, you must have never imagined that I was not your opponent two months ago, but now we have completely switched roles, and I also tell you that you will never have a chance to defeat me again."
"Yan Peng, don't talk so eloquently, be careful of slapping yourself in the face. Soon we will continue our duel in the Heavenly Emperor's Domain."
After the geniuses of the two races came to the Paradise of Gods, they all learned about the existence of the Heavenly Emperor's Divine Realm. Although these people did not say it explicitly, they secretly made up their minds to leave here and go to the Heavenly Emperor's Divine Realm to pursue a higher realm.
In the following duel, Yan Peng defeated twelve people including Nangong Feiyu, Dao Mo, Chi Debao, Shen Qianqiu, and Wei Tao, leaving only Lu Qingfeng who did not get on the duel stage.