Seeing the kid in front of him, who was at the peak of the Golden Core, resisting the strong winds he fanned time and time again, Uncle Feng couldn't help but become a little interested.
He narrowed his eyes when he saw the child's arrogant look.
"Young man, it's better not to be too arrogant."
Uncle Feng put his hands behind his back, showing a profound expression.
Liu Yu didn't want to take this trick. He put the water back into Najie, lifted the item and struck at Feng Bo.
Feng Bo was still pretending to be sophisticated and was caught off guard by Liu Yu's sword.
"I'll go, you little brat, you don't have martial ethics!"
Uncle Feng hurriedly took out the sword that was blocked by his fan, and looked at the little brat in front of him with a curse.
"Your strength is much higher than mine. How can I defeat you if I don't seize the opportunity?"
Liu Yu curled his lips and struck out with another sword.
He danced a black iron sword with great force, forcing Feng Bo to retreat steadily.
"You brat, don't go too far and push me too hard. Neither of us will be able to live well."
The old man said angrily.
Most of his wind control uses a fan as a medium, but at this time, in order to resist Liu Yu's attack, he had no time to unfold the fan.
Liu Yu knew very well what tricks Feng Bo had up his sleeves, and he smiled brightly at Feng Bo.
"Old man, feel free to use whatever tricks you have, otherwise you just look down on me."
Feng Bo was extremely angry. Apart from his battle with Huangdi, he had never been wronged like this. Even Chi You had to respect his age and give him three points.
Liu Yu's sword is more powerful than the other, and his swordsmanship seems to be even more powerful than Ye Fan.
Under the viewing platform, old man Fuxi came to Di Jiang's side at some unknown moment.
"Old man, do you think this swordsmanship looks a bit like..."
Di Jiang touched his smooth chin, thoughtfully. When he saw the old man coming, he asked directly.
The old man put his hands behind his back, bent his waist, and looked attentively at Liu Yu on the stage.
"There is no resemblance between these, they are clearly exactly the same!"
Di Jiang nodded, his face became a little solemn, but he stopped talking and just watched the competition on the stage quietly.
The two of them spoke through sound transmission, so Ye Fan on the side didn't know what the two of them exchanged.
A stream of spiritual power, centered on Feng Bo, spread out in circles like water ripples, knocking Liu Yu out.
Liu Yu was affected by this spiritual power fluctuation, his energy and blood surged, and a touch of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
Seeing that Liu Yu was injured, the old man smiled ferociously.
"You brat, how dare you insult the old man like that? Don't blame the old man. I'm not polite!"
The old man opened the fan. After being injected with spiritual power, the fan flew into the air and kept spinning.
Liu Yu knows Feng Bo well. He spent a lot of effort to deal with Feng Bo back then. One look at this posture and knew that he was going to summon a whirlwind.
The fan rotates faster and faster, and below it, a whirlwind becomes bigger and bigger.
Seeing that the whirlwind was almost condensed, the old man put away his fan, directed the whirlwind, and attacked Liu Yu.
But the expected situation of Liu Yu hurriedly evading did not appear. Liu Yu was seen holding the black iron sword in his hand to resist the strong wind, and squeezed into the center of the whirlwind.
"Impossible, how could this kid know where the weakness of my whirlwind is!"
Seeing Liu Yu's actions, Feng Bo was a little panicked for a moment.