The people in the stands, through the light curtain, saw that Lin Zhaoran had actually buried himself, and they immediately booed.
When Lao Lin saw his son escaping from death, he breathed a sigh of relief.
But when he thought of offending the Lu family, his heart cast a shadow again.
Just when he was worried, there was a sudden noise from around the stands.
"Look! It's Wu Zhou from Jianhong Mountain, facing off against Yu Wenshuo from Black Feather Country!"
someone shouted.
Within the battlefield, Yu Wenshuo, dressed in black, stood proudly with a spear in hand.
Opposite him, Wu Zhou was holding a long sword with a stern look on his face.
A moment later, the two of them moved at the same time.
One gun and one sword, as fast as lightning, keep bombarding.
"These two guys, if it were in previous years, they would definitely be the favorites to win the championship! But it's a pity that this year there are those three guys and the dark horse Luo Tian! The two of them can only be reduced to the second rate!"
An old man said while twirling his beard.
"Yes, this year's Tianshuang Martial Arts Competition is really full of talents!" Someone echoed.
While the two of them were talking, the two of them on the battlefield had already made nearly a hundred moves.
call!
The next moment, Wu Zhou flew backwards.
"What? Are you admitting defeat?" Yu Wenshuo said, holding a spear.
Wu Zhou shook his head and said: "You and I are equal in strength. No matter who wants to win, it will take more than three thousand moves to decide!"
Yu Wenshuo snorted and did not refute.
In the battle just now, he had already seen the depth of the opponent.
"If we meet somewhere else, I will decide the outcome no matter what! What a pity, this is the Tianshuang Martial Arts, and I must get the position of leader!"
Wu Zhou said, waved his hand, and a dozen teenagers quickly jumped out from different directions behind him.
"Brother!"
This group of young men saluted Wu Zhou.
Yu Wenshuo narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Wu Zhou, what do you mean?"
Wu Zhou held a sword in one hand and shouted: "Form up!"
Keng!
In an instant, a dozen young men behind him took their positions and formed a sword formation.
"I know it's impossible to win like this, but there's no other way! I'm determined to win the Tyrant Body Refining Technique! I'm sorry!" Wu Zhou said, taking action together with everyone else.
Keng!
In an instant, a huge sword shadow formed above everyone's heads.
"You..." Yuwenshuo's expression changed.
This sword shadow contains powerful sword intent.
Yu Wenshuo understood that he would never be able to block this sword.
"End it!" Wu Zhou shouted violently, and the sword shadow fell directly.
"Damn it!" Yu Wenshuo wanted to escape, but found that he couldn't move at all.
The power of the opponent's sword array is really too strong.
In desperation, he had to crush the token in his hand.
Buzz!
The next moment, he was teleported directly outside the battlefield.
"Yu Wenshuo, No. 88! Congratulations on qualifying for Mount Xumi." Beside him, a deacon of Tianshuang Martial Art said.
But there was no joy at all on Yu Wenshuo's face.
"What a Tianshuang Martial Art, and they say they are fair! However, in the final analysis, the rules of this kind of melee still favor your Tianshuang Kingdom's own forces! If you ask me to bring all the young people of the Yuwen family, I will not
You lose!" Yu Wenshuo said angrily.
However, it was no longer helpful.
On the battlefield, Wu Zhou defeated Yu Wenshuo, with a hint of joy in his eyes.
"Very good! Although I am not the strongest in terms of personal strength! But as long as this sword formation is here, whether it is Mo Sha or Feng Feiyang, I am confident that I can defeat them!" Wu Zhou said proudly.
at this time……
"Senior Brother Wuzhou, look over there!"
A young man shouted behind him.
"Huh?" Wu Zhou looked in the direction of his finger and saw a figure suddenly appearing not far away.
"Luo Tian!" Wu Zhou's eyes lit up.
"Everyone, form a formation!" He immediately shouted loudly.
"Huh? Senior brother, are you going to attack him now?" A young man asked worriedly.
Wu Zhou squinted his eyes and said: "That's natural! He is now in first place, and his score is far ahead! As long as we defeat him here, and then use the sword formation to defend for two hours, we can securely get the first place!"
"
"That's...ok!" The young man nodded.
"Luo Tian, even you will still be defeated!"
Wu Zhou said and activated the sword formation again.
Keng!
The next moment, the phantom of the giant sword appeared again.
"kill!"
With a loud shout, the sword shadow fell towards Luo Tian.
Everyone in the stands screamed in surprise when they saw this scene.
"This... actually attacked Luo Tian directly! Wu Zhou is so brave! I just don't know if Luo Tian can stop him!"
"Haha, didn't you see that just now Yu Wenshuo didn't dare to pick up the connection? Wu Zhou himself is a genius, and with the help of the sword array, the power of this strike is probably comparable to that of Tongxuan Realm! Even if Luo Tian is a monster, I'm afraid
I can only give up and run away like Yu Wenshuo!"
"This... seems to be the same!"
There are different opinions.
On the battlefield, Luo Tian was looking for prey.
Suddenly, he felt a sense of sword intent.
He turned around and saw a sword shadow descending from the sky and attacking him.
"Defeat!" Wuzhou shouted loudly in the distance.
Luo Tian looked at the sword shadow with a pair of eyes fixed on it.
Under Luo Tian's gaze, the sword shadow in the air became slower and slower.
"Huh? What's going on?" Wu Zhou was slightly startled. He could feel the blow, as if he was under tremendous pressure.
However, Luo Tian clearly did nothing!
Just when he was doubtful.
boom!
The sword shadow in the air immediately shattered.
"What?" Wu Zhou was confused.
Luo Tian didn't do anything, he just took a look and saw that the sword intention he had generated through the sword array immediately shattered?
How can this be?
"It's disrespectful to come back without reciprocating, so I'll return the favor!" Luo Tian looked at Wu Zhou and flicked his finger.
Whoosh!
A burst of energy headed towards Wuzhou.
After popping this finger, Luo Tian turned around and left.
"Huh? What's going on? He escaped? Brother Wuzhou, should we chase him?" said a young man.
Wu Zhou was stunned for a moment, and his expression changed drastically the next moment.
"Everyone, attack with all your strength!" Wu Zhou said angrily.
Everyone didn't understand what happened, but they still activated the sword formation immediately.
Keng!
In an instant, the sword shadow reappeared.
However……
boom!
Luo Tian's finger fell in front of everyone, and in an instant, a terrifying force rose into the sky.
The sword shadow suddenly shattered, and Wu Zhou and others were all thrown away.
Poof, poof...
Everyone was spitting blood.
"Damn it..." Wu Zhou and others crushed the tokens and exited the formation.
"Wuzhou, No. 73, congratulations on qualifying for Mount Xumi." The deacon still said without emotion.
Beside Wu Zhou, Yu Wenshuo hugged his shoulders and looked at him with a gloating expression on his face.
On the other side, in the stands, everyone was shocked.
"Oh my God...who is this Luo Tian? Is he so strong?"
"I originally thought he could only pinch soft persimmons, but I didn't expect him to be so scary!"
At this moment, everyone realized how strong Luo Tian was.
At this moment, someone suddenly exclaimed: "Look!"