Chapter 1111 Waiting for a good show
Ji Lifeng felt the pressure doubled as he faced him every step of the way.
In less than a stick of incense, Ji Lifeng was blocked by Xiao Jingye's Yingri Sword.
Xiao Jingye said lightly: "Accept."
Deafening cheers came from the audience.
Although Ji Lifeng had expected that he might lose, but at this moment, it was still difficult to accept the reality.
With a dark face, he separated Xiao Jingye's sword with a knife, stood up, straightened his spine, and strode down the ring.
People from Penglai Academy flocked to him.
"Brother Ji, your performance is already very good. You have won five games in a row. When it is your turn, you will definitely be able to advance."
The first five opponents are not difficult for him to deal with, so when all fifty people finish one round, he will definitely advance to the next round.
Ji Lifeng turned pale when he heard this.
He didn't go to see Xiao Jingye's next match. Xiao Jingye ranked seventh and Qiu Yutong ranked 12th. Therefore, Xiao Jingye is destined to be like him, and his winning streak will be interrupted.
He might as well take advantage of the rest period to quickly adjust his state to the best.
The result was also as Ji Lifeng expected, Xiao Jingye lost to Qiu Yutong after winning several games in a row.
After defeating the two, Qiu Yutong met Feng Yuanxi.
Feng Yuanxi and Gu Xiaonan are both dark horses in this rookie conference.
As soon as they saw him on stage, everyone was shocked.
Gu Xiaonan, Lan Baozhu and others cheered for him on the stage.
Qiu Yutong still remembered that in the Consonance Secret Realm, their Tianshan Academy was cheated by this little boy who was not even around his waist.
However, she has also seen Feng Yuanxi's game.
In terms of swordsmanship, I must definitely be above Feng Yuanxi.
So, this game—
She wins!
Qiu Yutong pointed at Feng Yuanxi: "Where is your sword?"
Feng Yuanxi took down an emerald green flute from his waist: "This is my weapon."
"Flute?" Qiu Yutong frowned, "Don't you use a sword?"
"That's right. I saw Feng Yuanxi using swords before. Could it be that because he faced Qiu Yutong, he knew that Qiu Yutong was good at swordsmanship and that he had no chance of winning, so he chose to find another way?"
"Changing weapons rashly is a big taboo in martial arts competitions, doesn't he know that?"
"Even if he doesn't understand, his mother is Mr. Gu, it's impossible not to remind him."
"That's right, let's wait and see the show."
Qiu Yutong is a cool and beautiful woman who doesn't talk much.
The referee said "Start", and she turned her wrist slightly.
Standing on the table, his body is as light as a swallow, and he leaps up.
Holding a Biquan sword in her hand, her profound strength surged like a clear spring with blue waves, glistening green, and radiating a faint cold air, floating towards the surroundings of the ring.
People only feel the chill, their faces are cut like knives, and it seems that there are thousands of blades of ice in front of them, biting people's bones.
My heart can't help but tremble slightly.
As expected of being the number one sword cultivator of Tianshan Academy, few people in the world can achieve this level of sword intent alone.
Everyone sweated for Feng Yuanxi.
Feng Yuanxi's childish white face was calm and calm, and he put the flute to his lips.
The melodious sound of the flute suddenly appeared, like the warm sun in spring, dispelling the cold air around everyone, and like a ray of breeze, blowing away the coldness in everyone's hearts.
"Hey! What a powerful flute!"
Some people are amazed.
Sitting on the high platform, Gu Youlan's eyes brightened slightly, staring at Feng Yuanxi without blinking.
At this time, Biquan Sword was already approaching Feng Yuanxi.
He didn't hide or dodge, the sound of the flute changed from slow to urgent like a rainstorm falling tiles, ding ding dong dong, hitting everyone's hearts one after another.
On the other hand, Qiu Yutong felt differently on stage.
Others heard the sound of heavy rain, the sound of horseshoes, and the sound of war drums, but what she faced were gusts of wind, sharp knives, tsunamis, and flying sand.
Unparalleled violence!
Frontal raid, four or eight outflanking.
Qiu Yutong wanted to injure Feng Yuanxi, not only had to resist the heavy attack in front of him, but also had to withstand the attack from all sides.
The voice is pervasive, and she can't prevent it strictly.
She has only two choices, either to avoid the edge temporarily, or to hurt the enemy by eight hundred and herself by one thousand.
Qiu Yutong quickly chose the former.
She retracted her sword and turned into a spinning top, fending off the incoming sound attack.
At the same time, the sword energy was released and became a sharp weapon for killing people.
Feng Yuanxi felt the wind blowing under his feet, and moved quickly to avoid it, the flute never left his mouth, and the sound never stopped.
The two of you come and go, it is extremely exciting.
"Yuanxi is so good at melody, Mr. Wei, didn't you already know that?" The usually elegant curator Gu Youlan had a complex expression, both surprised at discovering a genius and annoyed at being robbed of a good seed.
(end of this chapter)