Seeing this scene, everyone in the audience couldn't help but have a ridiculous illusion - it turns out that the top ten strong men in the Kendo Conference are so vulnerable. If I go up, can I easily defeat Zuo Xuan?
Of course this is just an illusion.
After knocking Zuo Xuan away with one punch, Ye Feng slowly turned around and looked at Xie Cheng.
"This is the help you hired? Ridiculous!"
Xie Cheng's face was ashen. He was repeatedly humiliated by Ye Feng, and he could no longer maintain his composure.
"Boy, without help, I can still kill you and die!"
Xie Cheng shouted loudly, and activated the "Burning Heaven Divine Technique" to the extreme, and the flames on his body increased several times.
After reaching out and making a move, he grasped a long whip made of flames in his hand.
Xie Cheng's "Burning Heaven Divine Technique" has reached the fifth level. This flame whip is several times stronger than the one Xie An used before. Moreover, as soon as the whip comes out, the entire arena is within his attack range.
within.
"Crack!"
There was a dull whip sound in the air, and the long whip came out of the hole like a spiritual snake and rolled back toward Ye Feng.
Although this Xie Cheng has a bad character, he is worthy of being the second person in this kendo tournament.
The attack launched by the flame whip was only stronger than Niu Changhao's giant ax yesterday.
A solemn look flashed across Ye Feng's eyes. He had no intention of resisting with his body, but instead raised the short iron rod high and shouted softly.
"Open the sky!"
A solid sword intent condensed when he was injured, and the short iron rod replaced the long sword.
This time, people present finally saw how Ye Feng drew the knife.
He held the short iron rod across his chest, and the solid sword intent around him surged in like a storm.
The power of the sword gradually increased.
After reaching a certain trend, Ye Feng struck out with a knife.
A terrifying knife shadow that made everyone feel suffocated cut through the sky.
Just like a hot knife cutting through butter, the flaming whip in Xie Cheng's hand was easily cut off by the shadow of the knife, and then fell towards Xie Cheng's head without stopping.
"not good!"
Xie Cheng's pupils shrank.
On his body, a fiery red light barrier suddenly lit up, covering Xie Cheng's entire body.
This light barrier is a protective magic weapon that he bought at a large price. It is extremely precious and he is reluctant to use it.
Xie Cheng had seen Ye Feng's sword skills yesterday, so he specially brought them with him today.
The purpose is to block Ye Feng's knife.
Yesterday, he had noticed that Ye Feng would fall into a brief state of weakness after making this cut. It was this moment that he was waiting for.
As long as he blocks a knife, Ye Feng will die.
It's a pity that he could have expected this, how could Ye Feng not have thought of it?
"boom!"
"Click, click..."
The shadow of the knife struck Xie Cheng's body-protecting light curtain firmly, followed closely by the sound of the light curtain breaking.
The light curtain was actually cut through by Ye Feng's sword, turning into countless light points and dissipating, and then the shadow of the sword did not stay, and fell from top to bottom.
"puff--"
Hot blood spurted out, falling like raindrops on the smooth floor of the arena.
Xie Cheng's whole body was cut into two halves by the shadow of the knife, and he fell to the ground with a "bang".
Xie Cheng...die!
"this……"
Everyone watching the battle on and off the stage fell into silence for a moment, watching all this with wide eyes.
"Dead? Xie Chengcheng is so dead?"
No one could have imagined that Xie Cheng died so simply.
The dignified eldest son of the Xie family, the second recognized person in this kendo tournament, could not even block Ye Feng's sword.
And that's even while using a protective weapon.
Several elders frowned. They wanted to scold Ye Feng for Xie Cheng's death. After all, Xie Cheng was the eldest son of the Xie family. It would not be a good thing if his death in the ring was reported in public.
But when they turned their heads and saw the smile on Li Jiutian's face, several elders wisely chose to remain silent.
Zuo Xuan, who was knocked away by Ye Feng's punch, was lying on the other side of the ring.
Seeing Xie Cheng's body being cut in half, his whole body trembled, and he crawled towards the edge of the ring desperately without thinking.
Now he is still in the ring. If he wants to survive, he must climb down quickly.
"You are good!"
Sikong Changsheng, who had been standing aside indifferently, finally spoke, and nodded lightly to Ye Feng: "Ye Feng, with such strength, you are worthy of my action."
"However, the knife just now consumed at least half of your energy. In order to convince you, I allow you to take a rest and regain your strength."
Ye Feng couldn't help but be startled.
He didn't expect that Sikong Changsheng would be so brave.
In this kendo competition, Sikong Changsheng had an absolute advantage in strength. Except for Ye Feng, who surprised him, he did not pay attention to the others.
In his opinion, Ye Feng's knife was indeed sharp, but it could not hurt him.
But the period of slack that followed was a real flaw.
Therefore, Sikong Changsheng did not recommend being a favor and giving Ye Feng some time to regain his strength.
"As for you, Mo Chengkong, should you go down by yourself, or should I let you lie down?"
Sikong Changsheng turned his head and looked at Mo Chengkong on the other side.
Even with the help of magic weapons, Mo Chengkong is far from his opponent.
"I admit that I am not your opponent, but since I have come here, I will not be willing to fight without a fight. Let me see how powerful you are."
"Look at the sword!"
Mo Chengkong used the sword technique in his hand, and with a "clang" sound, the long sword on his back was unsheathed and turned into a sharp sword light.
Commander Sikong stood with his hands in hand, watching the sword light flying towards him indifferently. When the sword light was about to approach him, he slowly stretched out two fingers.
"clang!"
The sound of gold and iron clashing came from Sikong Changsheng's fingertips.
The long sword, which can be called a holy weapon, was hanging in mid-air, motionless. Sikong Changsheng actually clamped the long sword with two fingers, making it unable to move even half a minute.
"this……"
When Mo Chengkong saw this, his pupils shrank violently.
In this tournament, he relied on this long sword to squeeze into the top ten. All the opponents he encountered were defeated with a sweep. No one could withstand the power of the holy weapon.
However, Sikong Changsheng controlled the flying sword with just two fingers, rendering him unable to function.
"Swordsmanship is known as the most powerful killing technique. It's a pity that you only have a holy weapon in your hand, but you haven't understood the superb sword intention. This sword is a waste in your hand."
"Get down!"
Sikong Changsheng shouted coldly, waved his sleeves and robes, and he threw the long sword backwards. It flew out of the ring with a "swish" and was nailed to the ground under the ring.
Sikong Changsheng naturally has the ability to injure and even directly kill Mo Chengkong.
But last night, Master Qian Zhong had warned him that Mo Chengkong had a big background behind him. If he encountered him, he only needed to defeat him and never hurt anyone.
Otherwise, not even Qian Zhong can protect him.
Although Sikong Changsheng was indifferent, he was not stupid. He knew who he could offend and who he couldn't offend.
"Okay, you are indeed awesome, I am convinced."
When Mo Chengkong saw this, he knew that he had no power to fight back in front of him, so he could only raise his hands to Ye Feng and jump off the ring.
Only Ye Feng and Sikong Changsheng were left on the stage.