Supreme Medicinal God

After a round of stormy attacks, Luo Feng had a sweat on his forehead. This Liu Zhi was more difficult to deal with than Zhao Yuqiang in the previous round. Although they are all mysterious peaks, their wisdom is different, and their strength will be vastly different.

Liu Zhi stood quietly on the side of the ring, facing Luo Feng, his eyes narrowed, and his heart was secretly calculating.

Thirty-six three-leaf darts used the flashing technique of the torrential rain pear needle, and deliberately revealed a flaw to lure the boy to pursue. Unexpectedly, the boy was better than a monkey and was not fooled at all.

This kid is not easy, no wonder his brother is defeated by him.

In the ring, the swords and lightsaber shadows, the figures of the two intertwined several times, and the colorful darts in the sky flew in the sky, making it impossible to fight.

Ye Feng has been paying attention to Luo Feng. He found an advantage from Luo Feng. It was this advantage that made Luo Feng go to the third round and was still fighting on the ring. That was perseverance.

No matter how tempted and attacked Liu Zhi is, Luo Feng has always used shields to protect himself and never rashly attacked. Every step is cautious. A young man has such a determined mindset that only the army can grind out such mindset.

Liu Zhi is more and more anxious. The three-leaf dart in his dart bag is gradually decreasing. He feels fighting with Luo Feng. He has a feeling of being stared at by a beast. The enemy retreats me, the enemy retreats me. , Playing himself more and more impatient, but Luo Feng is getting stronger and stronger.

Ye Feng said to Du Zhong with a smile: "This Luo Feng can enter the fourth round, but he can only enter the fourth round."

Du Zhong did not refute. He was confident that Luo Feng could defeat the masters of various denominations, but he did not have the confidence to beat the masters of Ye Feng's training.

Du Zhong, like Nie Qingwu, smiled faintly: "We can be very happy if he can get the ranking."

Du Zhong's voice just dropped, and the situation on the ring suddenly changed sharply.

Swish, countless three-leaf darts flew all over the sky, covering the entire ring from all directions, and even surrounded Luo Feng like a silkworm chrysalis.

Liu Zhi showed a sly smile. He threw out all the three-leaf darts in his body. He was about to die with a dead net, either you died or I died.

Being able to be surrounded by three-leaf darts in all directions is basically dead. No one can survive from his stormy pear blossom lightning.

But from the sky full of butterflies, there were jingling bells, like the sound of running water, and the sound of broken jade falling into the pan.

Every time it sounded, Liu Zhi's expression changed. He could hear the sound of his three-leaf dart cutting into the skin, the sound of the three-leaf dart cutting the enemy's throat, and the sound of his three-leaf dart being shot down. the sound of.

The sounds that came one after another were all the sounds of his three-leaf dart being shot down.

He was more and more horrified in his heart. How could he be surrounded by his three-leaf dart and still survive.

A blade of light exploded violently, and the sky's blade of air cut countless three-leaf darts into two pieces. At the same time, the light turned into a fiery lightning, punctured the sky, and blasted to Liu Zhi.

Liu Zhi twisted his body as hard as possible, avoiding the shining blade of light, but one of his left hands fell silently on the ring, with broken arms and blood surging.

Liu Zhi's hand was covering the large wound of the bowl, his face was pale and shaky, and his disciples under the Taiyimen rushed up to stop the bleeding for Liu Zhi and helped him down the ring.

That fierce white light was Luo Feng's half-moon scimitar, which could actually fly out of his hand, drew a strange arc in the air, cut off Liu Zhi's arm, and flew back to the center.

Ye Feng saw it vigorously. This type of round-tripping was really wonderful, like flowing clouds and flowing water, without any trace of mud and water, all in one go, it could be comparable to his own flying sword.

Of course, it can only be comparable to the flying sword, but the sword can fly as long as you like, and the half-moon scimitar is only based on its gyroscopic principle and has a certain flying line.

When the sword light passed away, the blood fell into the dust, Luo Feng with a triumphant smile, standing on the ring with his head upright, the audience burst into warm applause.

In the ancient martial world, the weak flesh and strong food, worship the strong, contempt for the weak, standing on the stage as a strong, will win everyone's applause and applause.

The eyeball of Tai Zhuo’s master Yue Zhuoqun was about to fall off. I didn’t think that my disciple who had the most hope to win the championship actually lost and was cut off one arm. It was a terrible defeat.

Elder Lu said helplessly: "Luo Fengsheng, enter the next round."

Luo Feng walked down the ring with ease, Ye Feng looked at the torch, and saw Luo Feng's blue soft armor covered with dense traces, and only then realized that Luo Feng was trapped by Liu Zhiman's darts. This blue armor protected Got him.

"Brother Du, won't his armor also be a treasure?"

There was a smug smile on Du Zhong's face: "You really have a vision, this armor is also a treasure. In modern society, you fight for equipment and don't have excellent weapons and equipment. Isn't it a disadvantage to come out to fight?"

Ye Feng nodded in agreement and looked at Luo Feng suspiciously: "It is not easy for ordinary ancient warriors to have a treasure. This kid is full of treasure. Is he really an ordinary policeman?"

Du Zhong smiled: "Are you just an ordinary village doctor?"

The two laughed out of their hearts, and Yue Zhuoqun next side glanced angrily at this side: "Don't laugh too early, the game is not over yet."

Ye Feng pouted: "It's over for us. I dare say that your disciple will still be defeated in the next game, and the ultimate winner of Xuan level is our Jiang Yixue."

Knowing that there was no benefit in fighting against Ye Feng, Yue Zhuoqun left the rostrum with his sleeves thrown, and strode Meteor to the No. 2 ring.

There is also a disciple Zhou Taiyin on the ring. If he loses again, he will not get the championship.

The competition on the No. 2 ring is about to begin. Zhou Taiyin of Taiyimen, wearing a Confucian shirt robe, has a high bun and holds a blue jade flute in his hand.

Looking down, Zhou Taiyin is also a handsome guy, young and handsome, but there is a bit more sullenness between his eyebrows, his expression is charming, not as masculine as Luo Feng.

Ye Feng and Du Zhong glanced at each other and smiled without saying a word. If there is a teacher there must be a disciple, the master will be murky, and the disciples under him will certainly not be better.

Ge Ming, a disciple of Fang Cunshan, slowly ascended the ring. He was in his thirties, with dark skin and a calm expression.

He didn't bring any weapons, and his hands were held in front of his chest. Those fists were twice as large as ordinary people. Obviously, this is a master with fists.

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(End of this chapter)