Dominating Sword Immortal Chapter 108: One leg is moving
Chapter 108: One-legged situation
"It's too strong, it's too strong, even Brother Feng Ping can't walk away."
"Although Brother Feng Ping has lost to Ye Chen, he is one of the best among the inner disciples. He can't hide from Brother Meng Chong, and the gap cannot be counted."
"Brother Meng Chong this year is even more terrible than last year."
Listening to everyone ’s discussion, Ye Chen's brows were slightly wrinkled, and the Blood Shadow Knife was really powerful. His cutting method was simple, fast, accurate, and cruel. There was nothing fancy, but in his hands, But it exerts the power of magic.
Due to it, if the skill is not high enough, don't play tricks, otherwise it will be miserable.
At the moment when Meng Chong stepped down, dozens of people qualified to compete for the top ten disciples all looked at him with dread.
Yi Qing, a thin iron fan, smiled bitterly, "I thought I could catch up with him this year, and it seems to be getting farther and farther."
Besides, Song Fei was surprised: "Yi Qing, did you rank second in the last session?"
"What is the use of the second, the gap is too big, he has reached the level of the core disciples."
"The core disciples are at the forefront." Song Fei took a breath, and he was very clear about how abnormal the top core disciples were. Although everyone is in the late or late peak of the true reality, the core disciples are slightly Someone who is a little bit more powerful can defeat himself at will, let alone the core disciples who are in the top ranks. That is a metamorphosis in metamorphosis.
Ye Chen's turn in the fourth game, his opponent is Yang Lie.
Yang Lie stepped back as soon as he came to power, trying to distance himself from Ye Chen, for fear that the other person would suddenly disappear in front of his eyes.
Ye Chen shook her head and smiled bitterly, standing still.
Thirty steps were reached at an equal distance, and Yang Lie just stopped retreating, holding both hands with a long knife and cutting three blades of light to the position where Ye Chen was.
The body moves slightly, avoiding the knife light cleverly, Ye Chen's soles slump into the ground, and releases secretly.
"Burst!"
Boom!
The platform under Yang Lie's feet exploded, his body was thrown high, and the volley fell to the stage.
This one was unexpected, they thought Ye Chen would beat each other at speed, and this scene didn't occur.
The fifth game was Zhang Haoran. Although he lost to the ghost sword Li Kuang, he was still very strong. Without ten moves, he defeated his opponent and accumulated two points.
The next six, seventh and eighth games have no suspense. They are purely abusive and have no meaning at all.
"In the ninth game, Pei Shaoqing confronted Tiefeng."
Om!
The deacon's voice dropped, and the court finally boiled.
Pei Shaoqing, the last ranking is still above the ghost sword and Li Kuang, with a good attitude and looks good. Only the people who know him know that this person does not do it, the hand is like a demon, very cruel, even Li Kuang is jealous of his friend.
Tie Feng, a late-generation representative of Daqi, beats Song Fei, who is famous for his leg skills, with a master-like style, as stable as a mountain.
The two can say that the tip of the needle is against Mai Mang. Without a fight, they really don't know who is strong and who is weak.
"Tiefeng, you will have to show mercy afterwards!" Pei Shaoqing smiled.
Tie Feng said kindly: "OK!"
I do n’t know why. When everyone saw Tiefeng ’s expression, everyone wanted to laugh and smile. This person would not be annoying at all, only admire him, admire his hard work, admire his persistence, and more Admire his kindness and mastery.
After hearing that, Pei Shaoqing's smile converged and her heart tightened, and he intuitively told him that Tiefeng was not easy to deal with, very difficult to deal with, and to win, he had to take out 12 points of strength.
Unconsciously, Pei Shaoqing's palms were painted lilac, like a demon, he yelled, his body fluttered towards Tiefeng, and he shot it on the front.
Woo!
The air was torn, making a slamming sound like a ghost and a wolf, and some inner disciples nearby were pale and frightened.
Tie Feng's expression is still so embarrassing, but when he moves, everyone knows that embarrassing people are not easy to deal with, and the oppression on the momentum is useless to him.
The side of the body is slightly lifted, his right foot is lifted up, and the two simple movements, Tiefeng's momentum has changed, and a turbulent momentum has gathered and merged into his body.
"Broken!"
Kicked out, Pei Shaoqing's palm strength melted and disintegrated. He had to stop the momentum with a huge impact. However, as the top ten disciple in the previous session, Pei Shaoqing naturally has more power. The body turned a small circle around Tiefeng, and suddenly launched a second wave of attack.
"The mountains and the wild demon are out!"
Woo ... **** ...
The purple cyan palm wind is like a dark cloud, and it is overwhelmingly shrouded to Tiefeng, and replaced by other people inside. I'm afraid that my heart will be broken before I hit it.
"Now Tiefeng is in danger!"
"Brother Pei Shaoqing is not Song Fei after all, how could he deal with it so well."
"I don't know how many tricks Tiefeng can support?"
Ye Chen and other people's views are different. After Tie Feng finished his first leg, the general situation has been restored. The danger is Pei Shaoqing instead.
Sure enough.
Front and purple cyan palm winds, Tie Feng's tongue pressed against his jaw, and he opened his mouth and sang loudly.
The sound of drinking is thunderous, and the air shakes like a wave of water.
"Sweeping the world with one leg."
Standing in the center of the platform, Tiefeng's momentum is infinitely high, and one leg is kicking out.
The movement of this leg caused a strong wind to fall on the martial arts square, and the majestic legs greeted the purple cyan palm wind.
Crack!
As if a thunderous voice came out, the whole table was turbulent, and human eyes couldn't look directly.
Next moment!
A figure flew upside down, volleying blood from the mouth.
It's Pei Shaoqing!
"Unbelievable, Tiefeng won."
"How many legs did Tiefeng out just now, did you see it?"
"It looks like five legs, and it looks like nine legs!"
"All I see is leg shadows."
Ye Chen smiled a little, this iron peak is very strong, there are really few people who can win him. From the current point of view, only the blood shadow sword has overwhelming strength. Of course, the showdown between the warriors, Anything can happen, and not necessarily someone with high strength will win.
The elders on the elder's table looked at each other and smiled. The late iron iron peak was even more outstanding than they thought. The trick just now was really wonderful.
The strong wind conquered, Tie Feng on the stage smiled thickly, and stepped off the stage steadily.
In this regard, everyone can only secretly say nothing, wondering whether the other party is really arrogant or false.
Next, the game continues.
Without the previous strong matchup, the next few games have won with overwhelming advantages, and there is no suspense.
However, in the last round of the first round, the iron fan Yi Qing made everyone feel good. He waved them out, and countless fans were like dancing butterflies, like dreams, but where did their opponents dare? Fight, and quickly give up.