Galaxy Shattering Blade Chapter 460: He hasn’t drawn a knife yet
"You are lucky."
"Because I will not give you a heavy hand."
Wang Zhihong looked at Lin Feng with a smile.
He is one of the sixteen warriors who advanced directly, and the sixth-rank strong in the Qiyun period. Jumping up to compete in the ring, Wang Zhihong has a white armor and is very chic. Unlike other contestants, Wang Zhihong is quite relaxed at the moment, and has more leisurely waves with the disciples in the second district.
Tap!
Lin Feng jumped into the competition ring.
I haven’t seen Wang Zhihong’s strength, but his breath is better than Lu Jie’s before. It seems to be one of the strongest sixteen people under the age of 30 in Xiefengtang. Looking at his opponent's complacency, Lin Feng smiled slightly and didn't mind.
Strength, not by mouth.
"Zi Hong, take revenge for Brother Lu Jie!"
"Don’t underestimate the enemy, be careful of his speed."
"Come on, Brother Zhihong, defeat this reserve disciple cleanly and advance to the top 16!"
......
All the people in the second district shouted.
Wang Zhihong raised his hand, turned his head and smiled at the crowd.
And at this time--
"The game, start!" The North Evil Guardian who is in charge of this contest is not happy, and directly announced the start of the game. The voice fell, suddenly making Wang Zhihong stunned, slowed down and even turned back, but...
"What about people?" Wang Zhihong's eyes widened.
In front, the contest ring is completely empty. Where is Lin Feng half-pointed, he heard the sound of exclamation from disciples in the second district, and Wang Zhihong's spine was cold. Before regaining consciousness, a tremendous force has directly hit the fragile neck and neck.
Boom!
Wang Zhihong's eyes are venomous and his head is blank.
"Bang!" It was like a huge rock, which fell heavily outside the ring. Wang Zhihong was not injured at all. But at this moment, in addition to the horror or horror, I don't know what happened. Including everyone in the second district, there was a carnival of joy in the past, and now it seems that they are frozen.
In less than three seconds!
The speed of Wang Zhihong's defeat was a record for the second round.
Boom! ~
In no time. The four districts exploded.
The prepared disciples are overjoyed, crying wildly, jumping with joy and joy. The previous tension turned into excitement. These preparatory disciples, who were under 18 years old, saw their idols win. No longer depressed, the ecstasy in my heart seemed to win their own.
"Lin Feng, win." The Northern Evil Guardian glanced over Lin Feng and announced the result.
Lin Feng looked calm.
Jumping down from the contest ring, he walked past Wang Zhihong who was still dumbfounded. Return to the preparation disciples in the four districts. Nothing was said, but Wang Zhihong was blushing, remembering the arrogant words just now, and wishing to find a hole in the ground.
"The first scene." Lin Feng's heart is quiet.
He doesn’t want to waste any more time. Now he hopes to enter the semi-finals immediately and learn from Tie Meteor and Wang Hui.
...
The second game.
The third game!
Bloodless.
Lin Feng easily lost three in a row. The opponent in the final quarter-finals was even a seventh-rank strong in the Qiyun period. Ran. Lin Feng didn't even have the Nine Nether Thunder Knife out of the sheath, so it was easily cracked and cut through the thorns. effortlessly.
A dark horse!
The voices of all the disciples in the four districts shouting are dumb, and their faces are flushed with excitement. The girls are as if they were looking at Prince Charming, with eyes full of stars. All the disciples in the three districts were like deflated balls, and the nightmare was not languishing, and it fell flat.
A game can be luck. But in three games...
Is it still luck?
Wang Hui and Tie Yan both looked dignified at this time. Lin Feng looked at the enemy. Unlike another warrior who entered the semifinals, Lin Feng has not shown any dew. But somehow entered the semi-finals.
They simply don't know how strong the preparatory disciples in front of them are.
"He is only 20 years old?" Sect Master Xiefeng's eyes widened.
"Yes." Dongxie Hufa nodded: "This Lin Feng has a close relationship with Dong Taifu, and also has a close relationship with President Lu of the Rising Sun Shop. I guess he is probably a hidden powerhouse. Disciple, just after joining the WTO."
"No wonder he was not interested in letting him join Xiefeng Tang before." Sect Master Xiefeng suddenly realized.
"The method used by the patriarch may be wrong. If this son comes from a famous family, you make him an ordinary disciple, which is undoubtedly disgraceful. He is naturally unwilling." Dongxie Hufa said: "But if you let him enter a District, even the suzerain, you personally accept him as a disciple, he will agree."
"Accept him as a disciple?" Sect Master Shen Feng.
Dongxie protector nodded: "This son's future achievements, I am afraid that it will not be less than Wang Hui, and the lord will never miss the talent."
Evil Wind Sect Master looked: "Let's first look at his battle with Iron Meteor. He should be in the second order of Qiyun period. I don't know if he can compete with Iron Meteor."
Dongxie Hufa smiled and shook his head: "I'm afraid it's a little difficult, but Iron Falls is the strongest in the second district."
"Maybe." Sect Master Xiefeng smiled, with a deep meaning in his eyes: "Until now, he... hasn't drawn a knife."
"What!?" Dongxiehu* lived.
...
"Knife?"
"No!"
"Really, did you see him draw a knife?"
"Listening to what you said, it seems to be eh, he fights each fight with his feet."
......
"Should he not use a knife?"
"Idiot, you can't do anything to come to Xiefengtang!"
"Stupid, people lay out their hidden strength, can't you still see it now, this Lin Feng is not hiding the ordinary deep!"
......
An uproar.
Lu Jie, Wang Zhihong, and others who were defeated by Lin Feng were even more stared than Tongling. They were a little bit dissatisfied before because they were defeated by Lin Feng. But now when I think about it, cold sweat bursts out and ticks down.
It's true!
Lin Feng's knife has not been sheathed yet!
Like a whirlwind, this discovery suddenly spread to all the disciples in the four districts. While everyone was shocked, watching Lin Feng added a distracted tremor in addition to his curiosity. At this time, a little rest is the last two games of the semi-finals——
At the same time!
"Tie Meteor on the 17th, Lin Feng on the 32nd!" The sound of the Southern Evil Guardian sounded suddenly.
Wow! ~
Noisy.
...
Tap! tread!
Lin Feng and Tie Yuan fall in the Biwu Ring~IndoMTL.com~, facing each other, there is a frantic shouting around, one after another. The new wind battle is now going on, and finally ushered in the *, the battle of the top four, the confrontation between the strong and the strong, people are full of blood.
There has never been a preparatory disciple who has entered the top 16 of the new wind battle, the top eight, and the top four!
For every step forward, Lin Feng is creating miracles.
"Zheng!" Iron Meteor draws out the sword, the dark colors, reflecting the rich and dark light. It looks like a black bear standing, with strong muscles showing up, looking at Lin Feng's sword, the iron war is boiling, and the sound is like Hong Zhong: "Pull the sword!"
"Of course." Lin Feng smiled.
Qiao! The Nine Nether Thunder Knife shines coldly, the image of the Nether appears behind, and the momentum changes dramatically.
His knife is finally out of the sheath!
…(to be continued)