Feng Ziyue would also show enough respect for such a warrior.
Perhaps his martial arts skills are not high, but his courage deserves recognition.
In this case, there is no need to inform the name or know the other party's identity. As long as you see the red ribbon on the other party's arm, you can become your opponent!
If there is a huge disparity between strengths and weaknesses, the winner may be determined in an instant. This may not be fair, but the real battlefield is like this. Who can give you so much time to choose your opponent? The only choice is the person in front of you!
The boy's luck may not be very good - or it can be said to be relatively good. When he made a move with his long sword, Feng Ziyue shook his wrist and flew him away. Immediately, Feng Ziyue hit him on the forehead with the hilt of the sword.
One hit, knocking him unconscious.
He lost the year-end battle in an instant, but was lucky enough to save his life.
Feng Ziyue took off the ribbon from his arm, and without any time to breathe, he ushered in the next challenger.
"Please be my opponent!"
This time, it was a delicate female voice.
In the Xuanyuan ancient battlefield, women also have to go to the battlefield. The responsibilities they shoulder are the same as men, so there is no difference in this bloody battlefield!
Around them, screams and shouts continued incessantly, and blood splattered!
Feng Ziyue sighed and didn't even look back at the woman. He just slapped his elbow with his sword and knocked her out in the same way. He skillfully took off her ribbon and faced the next challenger.
In this fighting battlefield, there is almost no room to breathe. The only places that are slightly calm are the ten arenas in the center of the square!
The crowds are pouring towards the ten arenas in an endless stream. Everyone knows that winning the battle below the battlefield is nothing. The real glory still has to be on the arena!
Perhaps in other competitions, we have to consider preserving our strength and not exposing ourselves to others too early, but in this year-end battle, no matter where you are, as long as you have not lost the qualification, you will have to face continuous
challenge.
So if you have enough strength, there is no difference between going to the ring early or going to the ring late!
Feng Ziyue also had this idea in mind. While dealing with the overwhelming number of challengers, he slowly moved towards the ring.
Feng San, who was originally with him, is hiding somewhere now, and Feng Ziyue can't care about him at this time. Anyway, he is not a person participating in the battle, and his life is not in danger.
The battle situation is becoming more and more chaotic, and the battle is becoming more and more urgent. There is almost no foreshadowing, and it has suddenly entered a white-hot state.
Just like Feng San said, Shura Field!
This is a conceivable fact. At the beginning, everyone was full of courage and desperate to challenge the people around them - no one knew fear.
And when flesh and blood and life begin to disappear, some people may start to be afraid, but at this time they have been blinded by flesh and blood, where can they stop?
It is estimated that the first wave of turmoil will continue for a long time before it gradually stabilizes.
The decrease in physical strength, the reduction in the number of people, and the gradual elimination of the weak will gradually slow down the pace of the battle.
But before that, it is still a hymn of blood and life.
On the high platform, there were many deacons and elders observing the battle situation in the central square.
"Won't you become a little numb after seeing too many scenes of killing like this?"
Beside the living dead, someone turned to talk to him. This was a deacon who was relatively young compared to others. He had probably not been promoted for a long time, and there was still a hint of youthfulness on his face.
The living dead man turned back and glanced at him coldly, "In the Xuanyuan Ancient Battlefield, if you want to live better, you have to numb yourself, Qingmu, don't you understand this?"
Aoki is his proud disciple. He has trained him single-handedly and achieved what he has achieved today, which is also his pride.
But the living dead disciple is a little different from him. He can never change his free-spirited temperament. Although he has been practicing for a long time, he is still full of enthusiasm. He never wants to live like this and is always thinking about changes and challenges.
This kind of person would easily die on the Xuanyuan Ancient Battlefield.
Therefore, the living dead always remind him. Although life and death have long been separated, the people close to him always hope that they can live well.
"By the way, will the outsiders also participate in the year-end battle this time?"
Aoki ignored his mentor's teachings and enthusiastically searched for Feng Ziyue in the crowded square.
"This is a bit special, you know he doesn't have to participate..."
"snort!"
When Feng Ziyue was mentioned, the living dead man was a little unhappy. He showed a hesitant expression on his face and shook his hand impatiently, "Although this person is an outsider, he doesn't seem to have any future. Facing Shengwu Tian
I have been obsessed with the monument for more than a year, but I am so ambitious. If I choose two martial arts at the same time, what achievements can I make? Three years later, he must be someone who has not made enough contributions and wants to wipe out the Xuanyuan Ancient Palace. He insists on participating in the year-end competition.
Fighting, I think my martial arts is not weak, but in fact I don’t think I can last long, maybe now..."
"There! There!"
Before the living dead man finished speaking, he saw Aoki happily pointing in the direction of the tenth arena and shouting loudly.
Fengziyue!
After a long day of fighting, Feng Ziyue finally slowly moved to the edge of the ring!
At this time, as he expected, the pace of the battle gradually slowed down, but this did not mean that the intensity of the battle had been reduced. On the contrary, because the remaining ones were all masters with two skills, the dangers in the battle were fierce.
, much better than before!
The living dead man also saw Feng Ziyue and snorted coldly, "I didn't expect this kid to be able to live until now. He is really lucky. Could it be that he still wants to enter the ring?"
"His martial arts skills are not weak. He is almost at the level of a five-star warrior. It is not impossible for him to enter the ring..."
Regarding the information about Feng Ziyue, the deacons and elders of Xuanyuan Ancient Palace have a general understanding, and Qingmu is even more concerned because this is an outsider for whom the master is responsible.
Feng Ziyue's martial arts is not bad. A five-star warrior can be considered a master even if he is placed in the Xuanyuan Ancient Palace. If he is let out, he can stand alone.
"Hmph! What about five-star warriors? I have seen many five-star warriors who were trained behind closed doors and were beheaded within three steps of walking out of Xuanyuan Ancient Palace!"
The biggest problem is that Feng Ziyue doesn't know the Xuanyuan Ancient Battlefield at all, and he doesn't know the brutal killings here.
The living dead don't believe him at all. With just a few months of practice, he can understand the essence of Xuanyuan Ancient Battlefield. If he is lucky enough to survive this battle, he may understand a little bit and know how to behave with his tail between his legs!
In the final analysis, the living dead does not agree with the way of relying on outsiders at all. He no longer wants to change the current status quo. As long as he can maintain the operation of Xuanyuan Ancient Palace, he is willing to sacrifice and make sacrifices from generation to generation. But if it is to change
And leading to a fearless death, he has no interest at all.
In his view, outsiders are an unstable factor.
In fact, historically speaking, this is indeed the case.
Not to mention the huge losses those incompetent but arrogant outsiders brought to Xuanyuan Ancient Palace and to mankind. Even outstanding outsiders, they repelled the attacks of the other five races in a short time and gave mankind room to expand.
But after them, they were met with fierce counterattacks from other races without exception.
Some are because the outsiders are dead, and some are because they have disappeared.
The final loss will still have to be borne by the human race in the Xuanyuan Ancient Battlefield!
It is precisely because the living dead read too much about the past and see too much about the present that they become more and more numb and desperate!
In the Xuanyuan ancient battlefield, being able to survive like this is already the greatest gift from God.
They don't need any savior!
"He's going on stage, he's going on stage!"
Aoki, however, had completely different ideas than him. He saw Feng Ziyue leap from a distance, shake off the people around him, and land firmly on the opposite side of the ring opposite the ring leader. He couldn't help but shout excitedly.
"court death!"
The living dead roared angrily, and the arena was the place where the death rate was the highest in battles at the end of the year.
After all, all the masters hope to win a beautiful victory in the ring. They are not afraid of death and they fight for success. Even the core disciples of the elders who have achieved success in practice must be cautious in the ring and pursue invincibility first.
land.
How many years have those people been cultivating in the Xuanyuan Ancient Palace? How many lives and deaths have they gone through before they can reach where they are today?
Feng Ziyue, an outsider who has only been to Xuanyuan Ancient Battlefield for two years, why?
He widened his eyes, wanting to see Feng Ziyue's rapid defeat.
Feng Ziyue landed on the ring, gently shook his sleeves, and shook off the little bits of blood that were inevitably stained on his body. Then he smiled slightly and cupped his hands towards the ring leader.
"I'm Feng Ziyue. I'm an outsider. I've been to Xuanyuan Ancient Palace for the first two years. Please!"
On the stage, you will be given a certain amount of time to introduce your name, but there is no need to go into too much detail. After all, you may not know who will live or die in a moment.
"Oh? An outsider?"
The champion is a middle-aged man. He is tall and muscular. He carries a huge ax on his upper body and looks majestic.
His right arm was as densely covered with red ribbons as Feng Ziyue's, and his body was stained with blood. He stood very tired. It was obvious that he had gone through a bloody battle before he stood on the stage!
"Xuanyuan Ancient Palace, one of the seventy-two guards, Gu Gang!"
Although he was slightly surprised to learn Feng Ziyue's identity, the middle-aged man still waved the ax in his hand unambiguously and briefly reported his identity without adding a word.
In the Xuanyuan Ancient Palace, the guards who can be ranked high are also selected from young talents. This person's martial arts is not weak!
