This allowed him to easily defeat his opponents in previous battles.
Ye Zhiqiu, who is less than thirty years old, has reached the peak of the fifth level of blood forging.
And he has cultivated a top-level blood-forged sword technique to the pinnacle.
There is only one step away from condensing sword intent.
He came to participate in the ring competition, firstly to increase the reputation of his martial arts gym and increase his income, and secondly, he also wanted to hone his swordsmanship.
Ye Zhiqiu looked at Lu Changfeng opposite him. This was the first level 6 blood forging he had encountered since he participated in the group arena and won consecutively.
This is the match that the ring competition team just arranged because they think his swordsmanship is outstanding! He is already able to fight across the ranks!
"Brother Lu, be careful with my sword!"
Lu Changfeng looked at Ye Zhiqiu's cautious and serious look and shrugged. This scene was just a test for him.
Lu Changfeng’s goal is to make his own name.
In this way, Ye Zhiqiu's fate is doomed...
"Look at the sword! Qiuyue's swordsmanship!"
The long sword in Ye Zhiqiu's hand held up a beautiful sword flower, and slashed towards Lu Changfeng with a series of sword shadows.
The audience cheered constantly!
This superb and gorgeous sword move is extremely shocking to the audience's senses!
Lu Changfeng faced Ye Zhiqiu's sword attack.
I even had time to twist my neck.
Then, Lu Changfeng pulled out the Qiushui sword.
Whoa!
Without using his sword intention, Lu Changfeng used the Storm Sword Technique to make a surprise attack, and with a quick and ruthless sword strike, Ye Zhiqiu's long sword flew away.
Then the tip of the sword was placed on Ye Zhiqiu's neck.
Feel the coldness on your neck.
Ye Zhiqiu's face turned pale: "I lost..."
"Accept." Lu Changfeng put away his sword and walked towards the contestants' bench without looking back.
At the contestants' table, someone at the venue asked Lu Changfeng if he wanted to continue competing.
It was still early, so Lu Changfeng naturally nodded.
On the stage, Ye Zhiqiu walked down the stage in despair. Being defeated so easily made him doubt himself.
The audience off the court was also confused. Lu Changfeng's movements were too fast, and the game ended without them understanding what happened.
But this doesn't stop the audience from applauding, just two words "awesome" and it's over!
In a private room on the second floor of the venue, several senior executives of the venue communicated with each other and agreed that the power of Lu Changfeng's sword just now was extremely outstanding.
He is qualified to fight against the top ten swordsmen of the Blood Forging Realm on Wuma Street.
"Didn't Zhao Yan contact us today? Let's inform him to come over."
"Let this Lu Changfeng meet Zhao Yan for a while." A senior veteran at the venue said.
Another high-level veteran hesitated and said, "Isn't it too fast? This Lu Changfeng is just doing a test. Zhao Yan is ranked fifth among the blood-forged swordsmen in Wuma Street."
"Unhappy, even though Ye Zhiqiu was defeated so quickly, the knight Ye Zhiqiu has the strength of the top fifteen."
"This Lu Changfeng is not simple."
The dialogue between senior senior officials determines Lu Changfeng’s next opponent.
Lu Changfeng was naturally unaware of this.
It's been half an hour.
A tall, bearded swordsman came into the player's gallery.
The bearded swordsman searched the contestants' seats and his eyes fell on Lu Changfeng.
He went straight to Lu Changfeng and sat down: "I am Zhao Yan, are you the opponent worthy of my coming today? Lu Changfeng?"
Lu Changfeng just saw the swordsman at this moment and subconsciously used the interface to detect it.
Name: Zhao Yan
Root bone: lower first grade
Talent: Mid-level talent [Epee]
Epee? This is the first time Lu Changfeng has seen a mid-level talent that is different from swordsmanship.
After looking at the two-meter-long epee behind Zhao Yan, Lu Changfeng understood.
"I'm not sure." Lu Changfeng replied.
Zhao Yan was extremely enthusiastic and opened his mouth to explain.
It turns out that after achieving a certain winning streak and ranking at the venue, it will become more difficult to arrange your opponents.
It is difficult to find a suitable opponent.
Therefore, these ranked players will receive special treatment. They can practice at home usually, and when there are opponents, they will notify you to come and compete.
"My current record is sixteen wins and one loss, and I am the fifth swordsman in the Blood Forging Realm in the Wuma Street Martial Arts Arena." Zhao Yan said with a hint of pride.
Lu Changfeng's heart moved: "Does that mean that after defeating you, I can be ranked as the fifth swordsman in the Blood Forged Realm of Wuma Street?"
Zhao Yan laughed: "Of course you can."
After the words fell, the announcer announced that Lu Changfeng and Zhao Yan were on stage.
It is already close to midnight.
The audience in the martial arts hall reached its peak.
Lu Changfeng and Zhao Yan were temporarily added to the main event.
They are all at the sixth level of blood training, and their status as swordsman masters makes this game full of excitement.
Especially when the two have to decide the winner within five minutes.
This made the veterans in the second-floor box also look forward to this game.
The two stood up and walked to the ring.
Each stood in the corresponding position.
The announcer began to explain the identities of the two.
"Party A's player, Zhao Yan, is a true disciple of the Great Sword Martial Arts School! The sixth level of blood forging! Record of sixteen wins and one loss!"
Dajian Martial Arts School, one of the famous kendo martial arts schools on Wuma Street.
The owner is a kendo master from the Yijin Realm.
"Party B player, Lu Changfeng, the master of the Changle Martial Arts Gym! Forged the sixth level of blood, and the record is one win and zero losses!!"
Being able to compete with Zhao Yan, the words Changle Martial Arts School were slightly imprinted in the hearts of the audience for the first time.
After the curtain call, the game timer starts.
Zhao Yan first took off the two-meter epee from his back.
"The main material of this sword is black iron, with extraterrestrial meteorites added. The total weight is two hundred and twenty-six kilograms."
Zhao Yan is holding a 226-pound epee in one hand and is extremely calm.
Zhao Yan introduced his epee at the beginning, which seemed to be very etiquette.
In fact, this is his psychological tactic. Generally, when opponents hear that his epee weighs more than two hundred kilograms, they will take a deep breath and feel psychological pressure.
But this time, Zhao Yan couldn't see any emotional fluctuations on Lu Changfeng's face.
Of course, Lu Changfeng would not be shocked, because he usually practices [Fengtian Body Forging Sword Technique] with a pig iron long sword weighing two hundred kilograms.
And unlike Zhao Yan's heavy sword driving skills, Lu Changfeng relied entirely on his physical strength to practice holding a two hundred kilogram long sword.
Seeing Zhao Yan's epee, Lu Changfeng felt a different kind of intimacy in his heart.
Zhao Yandu introduced his weapons.
Lu Changfeng naturally followed the local customs and introduced his sword as a courtesy.
"Ahem, Qiushui Long Sword, the sword is three feet and six inches long. It has been with me for many years. It is an excellent treasure."
Zhao Yan nodded appreciatively, "Let's see what the moves are like!"
Zhao Yan raised his heavy sword and slashed at Lu Changfeng with the heavy sword!
In this move, he used the heavy sword for a decisive battle, and the sword power was extremely fierce! It also paved the way for the next move!
Everyone thinks that Lu Changfeng should avoid this sword!
But Lu Changfeng narrowed his eyes slightly, and with a relatively small Qiushui sword, he faced him with a single blow!
Dang!
With a loud noise, Lu Changfeng held the sword with both hands with incredible strength and blocked Zhao Yan's powerful heavy sword slash!