Monarch of Evernight: Fourteen years of destruction

bsp;Du Dahai sneered and said: "It's good to know. Don't worry, now that you've come up, don't even think about going down. If you dare to attack Third Young Master, the price will be... death!"

Du Dahai squeezed the word "death" out of his teeth.

He holds a short spear in his left hand and a battle ax in his right hand, which is suitable for both distance and distance. This is also the standard configuration of many ring battles. Du Dahai raised his battle ax, circled it on his wrist as if in demonstration, then stepped forward and began to charge murderously.

But when he was still ten meters away from Qianye, Du Dahai suddenly seemed to hit an invisible barrier. He stopped suddenly and stared straight ahead, his cheeks trembling slightly.

But Qianye stood motionless in his spare time, with no intention of unsheathing his gun or sword. He simply made a fighting posture, with his right hand raised high like a knife.

In an instant, in Du Dahai's eyes, the whole world seemed to have disappeared, and only a high-hanging sword showed its sharp edge. As Qianye's palm sword reached a high place, there was an invisible force pulling him, causing Du Dahai, who had stopped, to take a step forward involuntarily.

With this step, the fragile confrontation was immediately broken.

Qianye moved, and the next moment he was in front of Du Dahai. Then there was a thunderous sound in the air, and the sword was chopped off on his head!

Du Dahai was so horrified that his beard and hair stood on end, and his full potential burst out at the moment of life and death. He screamed wildly, dropped all his weapons, crossed his arms and raised his arms, trying to withstand the blow that seemed to knock the whole world down.

There was only a muffled sound, like the beating of a war drum, and Qianye's sword paused in mid-air for a moment, and was actually held up.

However, at the next moment, Du Dahai's knees softened and he knelt on the ground with a plop. The ground where his knees sank suddenly, and cracks spread in all directions. Then his whole body sank down until he was half a meter deep.

Qianye stopped his hand and took a step back. Dongyue was still firmly held in his left palm, with no intention of taking it out of the sheath.

Du Dahai's eyes were distracted and he slowly fell forward, unable to even spit out blood. A shallow pit with a radius of several meters suddenly appeared on the martial arts field, and Du Dahai was lying in the center, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"...An Renyi wins this battle!" The elder in charge of the referee was stunned for a while before he remembered to announce the result.

The fighting has just started in the other two places, and two people are still confronting each other in another place. Is it over here?

On the high platform, Mrs. An Guogong was still dozing off. However, this battle was so unexpected that more than half of the elders were moved. When Qianye turned around and walked out of the venue, several elders couldn't help but whisper.

"This blow triggered the force of heaven and earth? It is obviously a method only a warrior can have!"

"If my eyes were not blurred, I could only see eight nodes of light on him."

"At the eighth level, he is able to use his tactics as a general. This young man's future is limitless and limitless!"

"Xiao Qi has a good eye."

Amidst the praise and exclamation, there are also other voices.

"Humph! It's just that the opponent was too weak, and the guy who was defeated underestimated the enemy!" The elder who spoke was named Song Xiuwen, and he was Song Ziqi's uncle. Of course he felt that he had been slighted.

At that moment, another elder who had always been at odds with him sneered: "I wonder if Brother Xiuwen, when he was at the eighth level, could kill his ninth-level opponent with just one slap?"

Song Xiuwen's old face suddenly turned red, and he snorted heavily, but was speechless.

When Qianye returned to his seat, Gao Junyi looked at him with shock and admiration, and Song Zining's personal guards were even more in awe.

In another viewing area, Song Zicheng looked back at Qianye and exhaled softly. He suddenly understood what the strange smile of his seventh brother was when he left, and he couldn't help but secretly rejoice that he didn't greedy him. That little bargain.

He also knew that the third brother’s hands and feet were indispensable behind the ranking of this battle. Du Dahai was Song Ziqi's most capable general. Song Ziqi sent him to face Qianye in the first battle. He might have thought that he was getting an advantage and could avenge his past humiliation, but he didn't expect that it backfired and he directly lost one of his generals.

Qianye didn't pay attention to everyone's attention, walked to Song Zining and sat down peacefully.

Song Zining looked Qianye up and down with incredible eyes and said, "I suddenly have a very unpleasant feeling that I may not be able to defeat you now."

Qianye smiled slightly and said: "You have been unable to defeat me for a long time, not now."

Song Zining snorted, approached Qianye, lowered his voice and said, "You don't think you can really defeat me with this little thing, do you?"

Qianye also responded in a low voice: "You don't think that this is all I have, do you?"

"Really? Then let me see your other methods."

"You should worry about yourself first, don't get beaten down."

The two of them exchanged some words, but neither of them got the upper hand, so they both stopped talking. At this time, the first round of fighting was finally over. Including those who had byes, there were still thirty-two guest warriors left.

According to the matchup table, the second round of battle begins, and half of the people will be eliminated in this round. The remaining sixteen guest warriors fought against the sixteen Song Dynasty disciples.

This time Gao Junyi met a powerful opponent. The two opponents of equal strength fought in a thrilling and **** manner, and finally won by one move. This is definitely a record to be proud of, but this time Gao Junyi walked off the field honestly without showing any signs of success.

Qianye appears next.

In the viewing area opposite, Song Ziqi stared at Qianye's back from a distance, his face as gloomy as a lead cloud. He clenched his fists tightly and cracked his knuckles, obviously extremely angry.

Du Dahai was not only one of the strongest warriors under his command, but also experienced in leading troops in battles. This defeat, severely injured and on the verge of death, completely disrupted Song Ziqi's overall plan. Without such an assistant, not to mention that his ranking in the martial arts examination will definitely not be better, and the subsequent military strategy examination will also be deeply affected. It is almost impossible for him to compete for the second position.

Qianye didn’t see Song Ziqi at all, only his opponent in this match.

Qianye’s opponent is not strong, and he is still injured. If Du Dahai can win, this person should be specially arranged for him, so that he can easily win two games in a row, and then face the children of the Song clan, clearing the obstacles for Song Ziqi's successor candidates.

Standing opposite Qianye was a female warrior. She still had a bandage on her thigh and looked at Qianye in a panic. Although she did not witness Qianye's last battle, her companions certainly informed her in time.

So the female warrior did not use the force gun, but drew out her double swords, intending to use her flexible body skills and quick speed to avoid Qianye's terrifying power.

When the elder announced that the battle had begun, the female warrior screamed and rushed towards Qianye like a cheetah! The two knives were tightly tucked under his ribs, like a poisonous snake's fangs that could be exposed at any time to injure someone.

Like the first battle, Qianye stood still and waited for the opponent to approach a certain distance before taking a step forward. The ground of the arena shook suddenly, and the female warrior groaned, as if she was hit by an invisible heavy hammer. Her footwork was immediately messed up, and she stumbled towards Qianye.

Qianye raised his hand to form a sword, raised it and slashed it down, and there was another thunder with his wave of his hand!

The female warrior still wanted to take a wrong step to dodge, but suddenly found that the palm knife in front of her seemed to have a strong suction force. No matter how hard she struggled, she could not change the direction of the forward attack. Despair flashed in her eyes, she screamed, and crossed her swords to fight the thunderous blow, but at this time the sharp edge was pointed upward.

In fact, she didn’t expect to be able to stop Qianye’s sword in this fight. She only hoped that the other party would worry about the sharpness of the blade and slightly change the direction of falling to protect the fatal parts from the top of his head to his face. For the rest, she could only You can hope that the next blow won't hurt you too badly.

However, the female warrior's expectations did not come true. Qianye turned a blind eye to the shining blade, and the sword slashed straight down the middle without any deviation from its trajectory.

When the palms of the swords met, the female samurai's swords immediately flew apart. As if she had been struck by lightning, she fell on her back with a plop and could not get up again. However, there were far fewer cracks in the ground beneath her than in the previous scene, and her hands and feet could still move. She was obviously much less injured than Du Dahai. Du Dahai, whose strength was far superior to hers, was still unknown after being carried down for rescue.

There was no suspense about the victory in this battle. Qianye was obviously merciful. When he returned to Song Zining, he received much less attention and discussion.

After Qianye sat down, Song Zining said: "Show me your hands."

Qianye stretched out his right hand and could see two long red marks on the edge of his palm. The center part was now a little bruised, but that was all. The ninth-level warrior raised his blade with all his strength and even hit him. None of the skin was scratched.

Although this is the result of Force defense, after all, it is a flesh and blood body facing a Force weapon, which shows that Qianye's physical strength has reached an astonishing level.

Song Zining was speechless for a moment, threw the medicine he had prepared back to his guards, and said, "Are you still a human being?"

"No." Qianye told the truth with a sincere attitude.

After the guest warriors have determined the top sixteen, today's big test ends here. Song Zining's two guest warriors were all shortlisted, which attracted the attention of the elders.

On the second day, the Song family’s children will appear one after another.

On this day, Mrs. Anguo unexpectedly arrived again, which cheered up all the Song clan disciples who participated in the war. This meant that even if they could not enter the finals, they could still be seen by their ancestors, and maybe they would be able to win. There is an opportunity for favor and promotion. As a result, everyone's fighting spirit was even higher.

The old lady looked around with a kind face. She had fresh fruits and various snacks on hand. It was obvious that she was in a good mood today and was ready to take a serious look at the performance of her great-grandchildren. The elders also cheered up and tried their best to wink at their own line of succession candidates.

From this moment on, every battle will affect the hearts of some people.

Qianye was one of the first to appear, and his opponent was a young man in his twenties, who was slender and quite elegant. This person's name is Song Zize. He is directly from the fourth line, but has surpassed Song Ziqi, who is the third line. He is currently ranked third in the line of successors, which shows that he is a very outstanding person.

Song Zize looked at Qianye and said with a smile: "It's really surprising that an eighth-level soldier can reach this point. But that's it for now. The next stage should belong to me, a son of the Song clan. You are Do you want to admit defeat, or should I send you down?"

Qianye looked at the self-proclaimed Fourth Young Master and said calmly: "If I had the time to talk so much, I would have finished it long ago."

Song Zize's expression was stifled, then he pulled out his long sword and sneered: "Originally, I wanted to save some face for Xiao Qi, but since you are so seeking death, I will have no choice but to cut off your hands and feet and teach you a lesson on Xiao Qi's behalf! ”

Qianye can't understand the other party's way of thinking at all. Does the other party think that he can give up this battle with just a few words?

In fact, Song Zize does have pride, otherwise he would not be able to defeat Song Ziqi, who is already a general. He has been training at the ninth level for a long time, and he wants to have a solid foundation before breaking through, so that he can become a blockbuster after becoming a warrior.

Qianye turned back and glanced at Song Zining. Song Zining knew the temperament of his fourth brother to a certain extent. He wanted to laugh when he saw Qianye's helpless expression. He spread his hands and signaled Qianye to do whatever he wanted without any worries.

Qianye nodded and slowly pulled out Dongyue. This unremarkable long sword was finally unsheathed after lying dormant for two times.