Li Xiangling frowned slightly, pretending to look sad, but before she could finish her words, the woman had already thrust her sword towards her.
"Take the move!"
With a scream, he immediately thrust out his sword, and a strong wind came straight towards him.
"interesting!"
As soon as Li Xiangling took action, Ling Feng knew that Li Xiangling's swordsmanship was not bad either. In one sword, the artistic conception of wind was integrated. Not only was the speed extremely fast, it also incorporated a trace of the tearing rules of wind. It seemed that even the void would be split.
Come.
But for Ling Feng, such swordsmanship is not enough.
clang!
The two swords clashed, with both sides going back and forth. After about ten moves, Li Xiangling was finally defeated.
"Humph, I don't know how to cherish the beauty of a woman!"
Li Xiangling pursed her lips slightly and stared at Ling Feng with a pair of watery eyes, as if she wanted to make Ling Feng feel guilty and admit defeat directly.
It's a pity that Ling Feng perfectly explained what it means to be a straight man, and Li Xiangling's tricks didn't work at all in front of him.
Seeing that Ling Feng was not moved at all, Li Xiangling stomped her feet a few times and jumped off the ring.
"Ling Feng wins." The referee announced loudly.
With the end of this game, and the fact that Ling Feng had previously severely injured Zhuge Wan'er during the battle for the Sword House, Ling Feng gained the title of "Ling Yan Luo, a powerful destroyer of flowers", and even became the leader of all female warriors for a time.
Public enemy.
"The tenth game of the first round..."
The referee read out the list again.
…
Time passed little by little, and one game after another was going on. There were twenty-one games in the first round, plus one lucky person who had a bye, which meant that those who entered the second round
There are only twenty-two warriors in total.
"Okay, today's competition is all over. The remaining twenty-two players should go back and prepare for tomorrow's competition."
Tie Kunlun came off the stage again and shouted loudly: "Tomorrow, twenty-two will be promoted to ten! Because there are more people left this year than in previous years, and there is one more person in the second round, so after discussion with the elders of all ethnic groups, it was decided to draw lots.
One person will be selected as a temporary elimination quota."
"Temporary elimination quota?"
Everyone was stunned, and someone couldn't help but ask: "What is temporary elimination?"
"Yes, if you eliminate it, you will eliminate it. What else is temporary?"
"Quiet!" Tie Kunlun frowned and shouted loudly. Everyone immediately felt that their eardrums had been burst and quickly closed their mouths.
Tie Kunlun snorted coldly, and then continued: "The selected player needs to challenge one of the remaining ten warriors. If he wins, he will replace the opponent, but there is only one chance. Similarly,
Those who are defeated can also have a chance to challenge others!"
Only then did everyone suddenly realize that such a rule was, to a certain extent, relatively fair.
"Okay, everyone can go back!"
As Tie Kunlun finished speaking, the contestants who had not yet been eliminated returned to their rooms, while the warriors who came to watch the battle could only reluctantly leave Xuanjian Villa.
The night is getting darker.
Ling Feng sat cross-legged in the room and began to digest the experience of the more than twenty battles during the day.
"Xuan Yuan Yu's opponent is only half, so he didn't reveal much strength. However, if he meets this person, I'm afraid he will have to use some trump cards. There is also Chu Chaonan, who seems to have easily defeated him by just using basic swordsmanship.
Our opponents. After all, it’s just the first round, and everyone has retained their strength.”
Ling Feng narrowed his eyes. With just basic swordsmanship and such strength, this Chu Chaonan might be more difficult to deal with than Xuanyuan Yu.
All in all, this rookie swordsman list is much more interesting than I imagined!
"Secret Technique of Attached Blade, Thousands of Void..."
Ling Feng took a deep breath, got rid of the distracting thoughts in his mind, and soon fell into a state of enlightenment.
…
Early the next morning, the second round of the Rookie Swordsman Ranking Competition was held as scheduled.
"The first game of the second round: Zhao Long vs. Wang Yun!"
The head of the Xuanyuan family, Xuanyuan Longteng, said a few words that were very good. Ling Feng had seen the previous matches between Zhao Long and Wang Yun. They were pretty good. They were able to enter the second round, so naturally they both had considerable strength.
"It will probably take a lot of effort for these two to decide the winner." Ling Feng thought to himself.
After Zhao Long and Wang Yun entered the ring, they clasped their fists and saluted each other, then fought to a point. For a moment, the shadows of their swords flickered, tearing the air and making a slight sharp sound.
The two men's swordsmanship skills were equal, so the fight was almost even, it was hard to tell who was superior, and it seemed very fierce.
"Brother Ling, guess who among them will win this time?"
Xiao Juanyun saw Ling Feng's god-like predictions yesterday, but he still didn't give up today and wanted to see Ling Feng's vision again.
"Wang Yun."
Ling Feng smiled faintly and whispered two words.
"Wang Yun?"
Xiao Juanyun suddenly stared at the two sides fighting on the stage, and couldn't help but shake his head and muttered: "Brother Ling, right? Then Wang Yun's rhythm has been completely disrupted by Zhao Long. It can be said that he was beaten by Zhao Long.
You just led the way, and both your sword skills and body skills have begun to become messy. Don't tell me that this is also a deliberate attempt to trick the enemy into going deeper?"
"No, there is a kind of fighting called novices pecking each other."
Ling Feng stretched out his index finger, shook it slightly, and said lightly: "You only saw that Wang Yun's rhythm was disrupted, but you didn't realize that Zhao Long also started to become aggressive with his sword moves because he discovered that Wang Yun had exposed his flaws.
Among them, his sharp edge was revealed. But he didn't notice that his current attack method was the method Wang Yun was best at dealing with. If I read it correctly, after seven moves, Zhao Long used that move again to turn around and slash.
When that happens, that’s when he loses.”
"Isn't it?"
Xiao Juanyun's eyelids twitched and he carefully watched the moves of the two people on the stage.
One move!
Two moves!
Finally, at the eighth move, Zhao Long rose up like a dragon rising out of the sea, turned around and slashed at Wang Yun with his sword.
However, at the last moment, Wang Yun suddenly faced Zhao Long and hit Zhao Long hard on the abdomen with the hilt of his sword.
Bang!
Zhao Long's body was shaken and flew out, falling heavily under the ring.
"Wang Yun, win!"
The referee loudly announced the result of the match. Although Zhao Long was unwilling to do so, he had already fallen off the ring and completely lost his qualification for the match.
"God...god!"
Xiao Juanyun stared at Ling Feng in disbelief and gave him a thumbs up.
If you say that predicting the outcome of a game, you can rely on being blind, but if you can clearly analyze every move and every move, this is a bit unbelievable.
"Brother Ling, you're not the kind of guy who gets reborn by an old monster, are you?"
Xiao Juanyun stared at Ling Feng with a solemn expression, and said in a deep voice: "You can just tell me, I have enough endurance in my heart!"