In the magnificent imperial duel field, Zhang Yunfeng, dressed in a blue mage robe, stared at the enemy opposite with a wicked smile.
Facing Zhang Yunfeng's meaningful smile, Prince Sacra suddenly pulled out the two big swords from his waist. He held the sword in his left hand and leaned against the front legs of the Shadow Cheetah. He held the sword in his right hand and raised it to shoulder level, with the sword pointed straight.
Pointing at Zhang Yunfeng who was smiling evilly across from him.
As soon as Sacra made this move, the atmosphere in the duel field was immediately pushed to its highest point.
A tense sense of urgency spread from the two people on the field to all surroundings, and the audience in the seats rushed to shout and cheer.
Suddenly, at the VIP auditorium, a purple light group rose into the sky and shot straight towards the center of the duel arena, blocking Zhang Yunfeng and Sacra.
When the purple light ball fell between the two people, the light dissipated instantly, revealing the figure inside. An old man in gray robe, with a faint smile, nodded to Zhang Yunfeng and Sacra.
The two of them also nodded to the old man in gray robe. Although the old man in gray robe had a smile on his face, he was no different from those old people planting flowers and trees. However, the purple fighting spirit when he entered the room and the ability to fly into the air were no different.
This does not prove the fact that this seemingly amiable old man is a strong swordsman.
Facing a strong swordsman, whether it is Sacra, the imperial prince, or Zhang Yunfeng, they have to treat him respectfully. This is the courtesy that a strong person should have.
The old man in gray robe glanced at the two men, then smiled lightly and said, "Old man, I have been entrusted by Your Majesty to serve as the referee for today's duel. I hope you two can cooperate more."
"I obey the instructions of my senior!" Sacra cupped his hands and said humbly.
"That's good!" The old man in gray robe nodded, and then said: "In this case, old man, I don't want to get in the way here, but I still want to emphasize the rules of dueling. Although there is no rule in dueling that you cannot kill the opponent.
, but His Majesty has already issued an order, and he does not want to see any casualties in today's duel." As he said that, he also glanced at Sakla specifically. With his sword master's cultivation, he could naturally hear Sakla's words before.
What I said to Zhang Yunfeng.
Sacra's face suddenly turned pale, apparently realizing that the old man in gray robe's words were meant for her.
When the old man in gray robe saw this, he also knew that Sacra had listened to his words. Since he had conveyed His Majesty's words, he naturally could not embarrass the prince Sacra. So he said: "The duel is about to begin, please prepare.
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Then the old man in gray robe stepped aside and gave space to the two of them.
Sacra and Zhang Yunfeng looked at each other, stepped back ten meters each, and then prepared for battle.
"The duel begins!"
The gray-robed old man shouted low! Although his voice was very low, it could be clearly heard by every audience present. His cultivation was evident.
As the gray-robed old man's voice came out, Sacra took the lead and clamped his legs hard, driving the shadow cheetah under his crotch to rush towards Zhang Yunfeng on the opposite side.
At the same time, the green light on his body flourished. Under the light of the bronze swordsman's fighting spirit, Sacra now had the demeanor of a mighty god of war. He poured fighting spirit into the two big swords, and swung the two swords forward in a staggered manner.
The Dou Qi slashes merged into a one-foot-wide cross slash, and with the sound of howling wind, they slashed towards Zhang Yunfeng on the opposite side.
Seeing the roaring cross fighting spirit slash, Zhang Yunfeng was not in a hurry. He smiled faintly, moved his steps slightly to the right, and easily avoided Sacra's powerful fighting spirit slash.
At this time, Sacra also rode the Shadow Cheetah to Zhang Yunfeng. He once again used two fighting spirit slashes to block Zhang Yunfeng's retreat on both sides.
The shadow cheetah under Sacra's crotch opened its teeth and claws and pounced on Zhang Yunfeng on the ground.
The sharp claws shine with a dazzling cold light in the sun. It is conceivable that once Zhang Yunfeng is caught by this claw, there will be at least a few cuts on his body.
Facing the blocked escape routes on both sides, and the shadow cheetah that was about to pounce in front of him, Zhang Yunfeng still had a calm expression on his face, but at this time his lips were opening and closing from time to time, as if he was mumbling something.
Sacra looked at Zhang Yunfeng who was getting closer and closer, and a trace of bloodthirsty pleasure flashed in his eyes.
But at this moment, Zhang Yunfeng's body floated out of thin air, avoiding the Shadow Cheetah's sharp claws.
"Levitation Technique!"
Sacra looked at Zhang Yunfeng floating in the sky, feeling quite angry.
Except for the wind magician, other professionals below the saint level do not have the ability to fly at all. He is just a bronze swordsman, so naturally he cannot fly and can only stare down.
However, Sacra was not helpless. As soon as his eyes moved, he instantly activated the helmet of disruption on his head.
The wind magician needs a lot of mental power to control the "Levitation Technique". If there is interference at this time, the magic will be interrupted at least, or the user will suffer the backlash of the magic. Since there is an opportunity, Sacra will naturally not
He will let it go, as long as he can disrupt Zhang Yunfeng's magic and let him fall to the ground, then Zhang Yunfeng's life will not be in his hands.
I saw a flash of white light on the Helm of Disruption, and a misty white light shot out from the helmet, directly hitting Zhang Yunfeng's forehead.
The speed of the white light was extremely fast. Before Zhang Yunfeng could react, the white light flashed away and completely disappeared between his eyebrows.
Zhang Yunfeng, who was floating in the air, felt a sudden tingling pain in his mind, and his control over magic suddenly stagnated. His body suddenly began to fall from the sky.
Seeing this, Sacra on the ground revealed a cruel smile.
"The mental chip encountered a malicious attack and the defense program resisted it on its own... The defense was successful!" Xiao Jiujiu's voice rang in Zhang Yunfeng's mind.
Hearing Xiao Jiujiu's voice, Zhang Yunfeng breathed a sigh of relief. He pretended to recite a few magic spells while falling in mid-air, and then performed a 'levitation technique' again.
The next moment, the falling body stagnated in mid-air again, still more than ten meters above the ground.
Stopping his body, Zhang Yunfeng quietly wiped away the sweat on his head. Fortunately, Xiao Jiujiu came to his aid in time, otherwise he would have really made a fool of himself.
Sacra was on the ground looking up at Zhang Yunfeng in mid-air, with a look of disbelief on his face, and said to himself, "Why is he okay? Even the senior magister will be affected by the mental attack from the Helm of Disruption, so why can he continue?"
When he releases magic, doesn't he only have the cultivation level of a junior magister? Why is this so?"
In fact, Sacra was not the only one who had doubts at the scene. Almost everyone in the duel field who recognized the Helmet of Disruption had the same expression as Sacra, with expressions of shock and deep confusion...
Sakla slashed at Zhang Yunfeng in the sky with more than a dozen Dou Qi slashes, but before each one hit Zhang Yunfeng, it dissipated due to exhaustion of Dou Qi. From the beginning to the end, Zhang Yunfeng's clothes were not even touched.
"If you have the guts, come down and have a duel with me openly. What kind of man are you hiding in the sky?" Sacra, who had no choice but to resort to provocation, tried to lure Zhang Yunfeng down. At this moment, he was already out of breath. After all,
Continuously performing Fighting Qi Slash consumes quite a lot of Fighting Qi. Even a bronze swordsman like him doesn't have much Fighting Qi. The dozen or so Fighting Qi Slashes just now have consumed less than half of his Fighting Qi.
"Damn it! A magician is dueling with a swordsman, and you still have the nerve to ask the magician to come down and fight you. How can you be so thick-skinned!"
"You think others are idiots! If a magician competes with a swordsman like you, isn't that obviously looking for death?"
After hearing Sacra's words, the audience suddenly burst into boos. From time to time, some people shouted and cursed Sacra for being shameless.
Facing the accusations and curses from the spectators, Sacra turned a deaf ear and stared intently at Zhang Yunfeng in mid-air.
But just when everyone thought that Zhang Yunfeng would still fly in mid-air and use magic to fight with Sacra. Zhang Yunfeng took the initiative to dissipate the "Levitation Technique" and controlled his body to land in the open space not far from Sacra, his face
He still had a faint smile on his face and said, "Since you think defeating you on the ground is a sign of a man, then I have no choice but to help you."
But before he could finish his words, Sacra, who had already prepared his words, immediately swung his sword and slashed at him with half-meter-long vindictive slashes, as if for free, with boundless anger.
Zhang Yunfeng.
The audience in the auditorium sighed secretly, "This Zhang Yunfeng is really an idiot. Why did he give up his greatest advantage and compete with a swordsman on the ground! Isn't this looking for death?"
However, those spectators did not sigh for long before the duel on the field changed again.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!" A series of deep voices sounded, and the blue fighting energy in the sky disappeared.
Under the bright sun, in the duel field, Sacra looked at the cyan magic shield in front of him, and a look of resignation flashed across his eyes.
Originally, he wanted to use the Helm of Disruption to interfere with Zhang Yunfeng's magic, but the mental attack of the Helm of Disruption could only be used once a day. He had already used it that time, but unfortunately the effect was not very good and had no impact on Zhang Yunfeng.
Zhang Yunfeng dispersed the wind shield, glanced at Sacra across from him, and snorted coldly. He no longer had the patience to play with this guy anymore, and he made up his mind to fight quickly to deal with this bastard.
"Thousands of winds are blowing!" Zhang Yunfeng opened and closed his mouth quickly, recited a series of magic spells, and finally shouted in a low voice.
In an instant, countless green wind blades appeared out of thin air, surrounding Sacra next to them and slashing them fiercely.
"Crotch! Crotch!"
Sacra was caught off guard and was surrounded by countless wind blades. The wind blades struck the metal armor on Sacra's body, making a harsh metal symphony and chopping him off the Shadow Cheetah.
Although most of those wind blades hit Sacra, the quality of his armor was really incredible. Surprisingly, Sacra was not harmed. There was not even a scratch on it.
As for the shadow cheetah, it was miserable. The magic performed by Zhang Yunfeng was a standard seventh-level magic. Coupled with his precise control, the magic elements of each wind blade were slightly larger than those of ordinary wind blades.
It is comparable to the attack power of ordinary fifth-level magic. The Shadow Cheetah is also a sixth-level monster. It is surrounded by such a large number of fifth-level wind blades and is chopped into pieces. How can it survive? It is directly chopped into meat.
After experiencing the initial panic, Sacra had calmed down and rolled from the ground to avoid the two oncoming wind blades. Then he turned back and swung the adamantine sword in his hand one after another, opening and closing his sword moves.
, splitting away the incoming wind blades one by one.
Zhang Yunfeng's eyes suddenly narrowed, and a loaded wind blade was mixed in with other wind blades, and it struck Sacra head-on with great accuracy.
Facing the oncoming wind blade, Sakla revealed a hint of disdain at the corner of his mouth, and filled his adamantine sword with cyan fighting spirit as he faced the wind blade.
However, the situation this time was not like before. When the wind blade faced his fine gold sword filled with fighting spirit, it did not dissipate but brought a huge impact. It blocked his long sword and brought it with it.
The attack continued unabated and slashed towards Sacra's right shoulder.
Just when Zhang Yunfeng thought he could end the duel, the armor on Sacra's body lit up with bright yellow magic light, and a two-meter transparent magic cover completely protected Sacra inside. As for his 'adding' wind
The blade has been completely offset by the magic shield.
When Zhang Yunfeng saw this, he sighed slightly. It was a pity. His reinforced wind blade was equivalent to the full blow of a high-level bronze swordsman. And this magic shield, judging from the magic fluctuations, was obviously at the eighth level.
If he really wanted to break through this eighth-level magic shield without exposing his strength, it would still be very difficult.
"If you don't fight, then it's my turn." Seeing that Zhang Yunfeng's magic had disappeared, Sacra also dispelled the magic shield on his body, swung the fine gold sword forward in his hand, and slashed at Zhang Yunfeng without any fancy.
"Hey!" Zhang Yunfeng sighed, and a silver metal net suddenly appeared in his hand. He saw the right opportunity, and took advantage of the opportunity when Sakla drew his sword with too much momentum, and dodged Sakla's spirit.
The golden sword was thrown out at the same time as the metal net in his hand, completely covering Sacra in the net from behind.
Being trapped by the metal net, coupled with the remaining energy from the previous charge with the sword, Sacra's figure suddenly lost his balance and fell to the ground in a panic.
"Damn it!" Sacra cursed, struggled to stand up from the ground, and at the same time brandished his two-handed sword, trying to cut down the broken net.
"crotch!"
The adamantine sword struck the metal net, making a harsh symphony of axes and axes, but it failed to cut through the metal net as expected.
Sacra saw that his attack had no effect, so he opened the two adamantine swords in his hands at the same time, slashing left and right.
However, when the extremely sharp adamantine sword struck the weird metal mesh, it only made a harsh sound of metal interlacing, but did not cut even a single network cable. It was typical of heavy thunder and small raindrops.
Zhang Yunfeng watched Sacra's actions with cold eyes and sneered in his heart. He asked Xiao Jiujiu to use the tempering technology of the 22nd century to refine this metal mesh from one ton of raw metal. It is extremely strong. If only
If it was cut open by a bronze swordsman like Sacra, wouldn't the technology of the 22nd century become rubbish!
He was not interested in playing with Sacra anymore and asked Xiao Jiujiu to activate the alternating current stored in the metal mesh. Although the magic defense effect of Sacra's armor was very good, the alternating current in the metal mesh was not like magic at all.
relationship, so Sacra's armor could not withstand those high-voltage alternating currents. Coupled with the good conductivity of metal, His Royal Highness Prince Sacra was in tragedy.
He was electrocuted and danced around. In front of tens of thousands of spectators, he performed the "Electric Shock Dance" and danced with great passion and enthusiasm. In the end, his whole body convulsed and he fell to the ground and foamed at the mouth.
The old swordsman who was in charge of judging on the side came over when he saw this, checked Sacra's condition, and then announced the result of the game in public.
This duel has come to an end temporarily due to Zhang Yunfeng's glorious victory and Sacra's humiliating defeat.