Sun Yifeng saw that more and more energy was surging around Fan Jian's body, and the sword in his hand was shining like a layer of gold. He knew that Fan Jian's move must be some kind of high-level one.
Fighting skills. But Sun Yifeng is not worried, because in addition to having more powerful fighting skills than Fan Jian, he also has the fighting skills of swordsmanship that can be met randomly.
After the last trial trip, Sun Yifeng felt that he was getting closer and closer to the first level of breakthrough in the way of sword. It may not be long before he can truly reach the first level of the way of sword.
Sun Yifeng tried hard to gather the fighting spirit in his body, and the dragon scale sword in his hand pointed straight to the sky. At this time, the sword was emitting brilliant brilliance. The dragon scale sword was already more than three meters long, but it was still growing.
At the same time, there seemed to be blood flowing on the knife, emitting a faint red glow. The red glow seemed to be wrapped by the dragon scale knife and did not flow out of the blade.
"Ah!!" Having finished condensing his high-level fighting skills, Fan Jian showed a sneer on his lips, then shouted and rushed straight towards Sun Yifeng.
Seeing Fan Jian rushing forward so fast, Sun Yifeng was slightly surprised. But how could Sun Yifeng, who had worked hard on speed, be weaker than Fan Jian in this regard? Seeing his opponent's long knife carrying a
A golden wave of air rushed towards him. Sun Yifeng also rushed towards the opponent.
Seeing Sun Yifeng's posture, the sneer at the corner of Fan Jian's mouth became more obvious. He knew that Sun Yifeng had the ability to change his moves at short notice, so when he rushed in front of Sun Yifeng, he did not slash with the long sword in his hand, nor did he stab directly.
It was sweeping towards Sun Yifeng.
The golden sword brought a powerful energy storm and covered all the retreat routes in front of Sun Yifeng. At this time, it seemed that Sun Yifeng could only fight this way.
But at this moment, Sun Yifeng, who was originally charging forward, stopped abruptly at this moment, and started to retreat quickly just as the sword was about to hit him. The sword in his hand was still pointing diagonally towards the sky, and he did not draw the sword.
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It was completely unexpected that Sun Yifeng would choose to retreat at this time, and the speed of retreat was so fast. Fan Jian's sweeping sword had already missed.
"Hmph" Fan Jian snorted coldly. He quickly raised the knife in his hand again.
Seeing Fan Jian raising the knife in his hand again, Sun Yifeng's retreating body had stopped five meters away from Fan Jian.
"Ah" Sun Yifeng shouted, and the long knife in his hand rushed towards Fan Jian. The red light on the knife shot straight into the sky.
Originally thinking that Sun Yifeng would not take the initiative to attack, Fan Jian saw that Sun Yifeng was attacking him again. He raised the knife in his hand again and swept away Sun Yifeng who was about to attack him. The knife was on
There is still this very strong energy storm.
Seeing that the stupid knife had been slashed at Sun Yifeng, at this moment Sun Yifeng's forward figure stopped again, and then he stepped back three or four steps again, and the knife in his hand shook in the air.
But it didn't come down. It dodged Fan Jian's attack again.
He didn't expect that Sun Yifeng would trick him into making moves twice. Fan Jian felt his face was burning and his heart was even more furious. He raised the long knife in his hand and charged at Sun Yifeng again, as fast as lightning.
However, the energy on the knife was already much weaker at this time.
Sun Yifeng, who had originally retreated, had already stopped and saw Fan Jian rushing toward him with a knife. The long knife in his hand struck Fan Jian fiercely.
A huge fiery energy storm instantly struck Fan Jian, who was getting closer, together with Sun Yifeng's slashing knife.
Seeing that Sun Yifeng finally dared to fight with him, Fan Jian was not afraid. The knife in his hand slashed straight at Sun Yifeng's knife. The energy storm carried by the knife swept towards Sun Yifeng.
"Boom" the two long knives suddenly collided together, making an ear-splitting sound.
Everyone watching the battle in the audience felt their hearts skip a beat as the two men's swords collided.
Seeing the moment when the two people were fighting each other, Sun Yifeng's body quickly retreated six or seven meters away. His chest was rising and falling, but he did not fall to the ground, and the weapon in his hand did not fall to the ground. He was just a little overexerted.
That's all.
What shocked everyone in the audience was that Fan Jian, who was at the peak of King Wu, actually stepped back nearly ten meters at this time. At the same time, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. He staggered. Although he did not fall to the ground, it was obvious that he was in this confrontation.
The one who suffered the loss.
In this battle, Sun Yifeng used some very practical on-the-spot experience that Nangong Aotian told him a long time ago.
What Nangong Aotian taught was the so-called use of imaginary power when the two armies were facing each other. The so-called principle of making a strong effort, then weakening again, and then exhausting it in three attempts. He only applied this principle to the confrontation between two people alone. When the enemy's momentum is strong,
When he is at his weakest, he adjusts his condition to the best. Then he seizes the opportunity to attack the enemy. At all times, he must first create the best opportunity for himself.
Sun Yifeng saw Fan Jian staggering in front of him, knowing that he had suffered some internal injuries. Although Sun Yifeng was feeling a little uncomfortable now, he must not miss this little opportunity. Only when he regained his footing, Sun Yifeng raised the ball again
Dragon scale knife, and then rushed towards Fan Jian quickly. Fan Jian was not allowed any chance to breathe.
Fan Jian had already suffered internal injuries at this time and only felt a sharp pain in his inner abdomen. The scorching energy brought by Sun Yifeng's knife just now was also destroying his meridians. At this time, he could barely stand still and was trying his best to eliminate the negative damage.
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But Sun Yifeng's knife had already reached Fan Jian's eyes. The long knife struck Fan Jian, who was a little embarrassed, with a scorching energy.
Although the power of Sun Yifeng's sword was much weaker than the previous one, Fan Jian did not dare to take the sword forcefully. He forcibly gathered the energy in his body, and the sword in Fan Jian's hand was placed in front of him. At the same time, his body moved towards
Fly back.
Seeing Fan Jian retreating, how could Sun Yifeng let him go so easily? The knife in his hand had drawn a strange arc halfway through, and he stabbed forward, and Sun Yifeng
But I also rushed forward. The speed was as fast as lightning.
Seeing Sun Yifeng rushing towards him again, Fan Jian had no choice but to gather energy again and quickly move sideways to avoid Sun Yifeng's attack, while trying to gain a chance to catch his breath.
Seeing Fan Jian's body dodge to one side, Sun Yifeng's original thrust of the knife did not change at all, but his whole body moved sideways at the same time as Fan Jian's body.
Fan Jian looked at Sun Yifeng, who was like a gangrene attached to his bones, and suddenly felt terrified. At this moment, the knife in Sun Yifeng's hand was about to stab Fan Jian's chest.
In desperation, Fan Jian had no choice but to forcibly gather the energy in his body again, and held the knife across his chest to block Sun Yifeng's sudden blow.
Sun Yifeng's knife hit the back of Fan Jian's knife across his chest. Sun Yifeng himself was already standing firmly in front of Fan Jian.
However, Fan Jian was once again forced back six to seven meters by the scorching energy brought by Sun Yifeng's knife. At the same time, a stream of blood spurted out uncontrollably from his mouth along his throat.
Seeing that Fan Jian had suffered serious internal injuries, he did not admit defeat at this time, and the referee did not announce the end of the fight. Sun Yifeng raised the knife in his hand again, and at the same time, he pointed at Fan Jian, who was a little unstable.
Rushed over.
Seeing Sun Yifeng's attack again, Fan Jian felt cold in his heart, knowing that he had completely failed this time.
But now Fan Jian's body could no longer dodge so fast, so he had to raise the knife in his hand again to block Sun Yifeng's knife that had already hit the top of his head.
"Boom." Fan Jian was slashed three to four meters away by Sun Yifeng's knife, fell to the ground, and another mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.
At this time, the fighting spirit in Sun Yifeng's body was already exhausted. He felt that his body seemed a little weak. But even so, it was not very difficult to defeat Fan Jian, who was already having a hard time getting up.
The referee in the arena looked at Fan Jian and knew that even if Fan Jian could get up now, even if Sun Yifeng was very weak now, it was still impossible for Fan Jian to reverse the situation. He could only announce that Sun Yifeng was the winner of this competition.
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The people in Dragon Soul burst into cheers when they heard the referee's announcement, but at this time everyone in Suzaku looked extremely ugly. They never imagined that such a weak society as Dragon Soul would cause such a big embarrassment to them.
"This kid's strength is actually a little higher than Fan Jian." Dongfang Yi, who was watching the battle from a distance from the fighting platform, said to an old man who was about the same age as him next to him.
"Yes, he should be able to compete with Wu Lingyou." The old man sighed and said, "Not only does this boy have outstanding strength, but what's even more rare is that he has a calm mind and rich experience in facing enemies."
"The people who hang out with that boy Nangong Aotian are indeed not simple people. No wonder the dean thinks so highly of this boy." Dongfang Yi said with emotion.
"Yes. Originally, I thought they had some luck. But after watching this competition, I looked at them in a different light." The old man said with a sigh, "If these three people continue to grow, their future is really limitless.
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They were chatting below. At this time, Fan Jian had already endured the severe pain in his body. He stood up on his own. Without letting the people around him help him, he gave Sun Yifeng a hard look and walked to the stage with some staggering steps.
Down.
Soon, another person from Suzaku came up. He was a strong martial artist. He was also one of the two strong martial artists in the Suzaku Club.
Just when the referee was about to announce the start of the fight, Liu Dingguo stood up and said loudly, "We surrender in this fight."
Sun Yifeng certainly knew that this was what Nangong Aotian meant, but he also knew that his current situation was no longer suitable for competing with Wu Ling. He walked off the stage without saying anything.
The martial arts student who originally wanted to teach Sun Yifeng a lesson and vent his anger for Fan Jian, the leader of his club, saw that Sun Yifeng had surrendered and stepped down. He was really depressed. But he couldn't say anything and waited for Dragon Soul to send someone else.
Come up.
Li Changfeng walked up after Sun Yifeng came down. It was his turn for this fight.
It was his first time to compete with a real martial arts master, and he was inevitably a little excited, but more importantly, he was looking forward to it.