Monarch of Evernight: Seventy-six and one battle agreement

bsp;With this blow, not only was the fist edge wrapped with layers of crimson force light, but there was also a crackling sound in the air!

Nangong Wanyun's expression changed immediately. Just seeing how powerful this punch was, she didn't dare to take it hard! I had to duck and retreat again.

Qianye quickly caught up with him and swept his legs across, causing a crackling sound like thunder and lightning. This time, Nangong Wanyun had no way to retreat. She gritted her teeth and also flew up, striking Qianye in a blow!

With a muffled bang, the two of them fell back at the same time, their faces instantly turning pale.

Nangong Wanyun looks delicate, but her force power is also equally fierce. This time the two sides fought evenly. Qianye felt as if he had hit an alloy plate with the same hardness, and the force rebounded, making him feel uncomfortable.

However, the discomfort of this shock was not as good as the bloodshed on the battlefield. Qianye strode towards Nangong Wanyun with almost no hindrance. His fists, feet, shoulders and elbows, and every part of his body seemed to have become... arms.

Nangong Wanyun suddenly found that all her combat skills were useless. Faced with such violent power and speed, her only choice was to hit her hard one after another.

The duel between the two sides lasted for more than ten minutes. Nangong Wanyun suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. Finally, the force of the force failed, and the offensive and defensive momentum suddenly relaxed. Qianye immediately seized the opportunity, rushed into her arms, and leaned against her!

Nangong Wanyun immediately flew backwards and fell out of the fighting arena.

Qianye stood there without moving, a strange flush flashed across his face, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

Nangong Wanyun, who had just gotten up from the ground, was extremely depressed. She only used a secret combat skill once at the beginning, and then she was almost completely led by Qianye's offensive, turning it into a head-to-head close encounter. Fighting. She had a two-level advantage over Qianye, but she was knocked directly out of the field.

However, after Nangong Wanyun stood firm and saw Qianye vomiting blood, obviously winning was not as easy as it seemed, and she immediately felt much better. She tucked her broken hair behind her ears, regained her grace and elegance as a noble girl from a noble family, waved to Qianye and said hello, then turned and left.

Qianye slowly walked to the sidelines and found a place to sit down, resting quietly and waiting for the next battle.

After five rounds, there were only sixteen contestants left, and a new final battle schedule was displayed on the virtual light screen beside the martial arts arena. At this time, the family's heritage was revealed. Among the top sixteen, children from aristocratic families accounted for two-thirds, and noble families, poor families, and commoners together accounted for one-third.

The sixth round is also the last game of the day. It was a relatively easy match for Qianye. The children of the aristocratic families he fought against had encountered evenly matched opponents in the previous two games. In the end, he narrowly won with a slight advantage, but he was also seriously injured. After just a few rounds of fighting between that man and Qianye, he was forced to receive a heavy punch, causing more injuries and admitting that he was defeated.

At this time, many people in the stands noticed Qianye who had successfully advanced to the competition. Duke Wei knew about Qianye's talent, so he nodded slightly and his expression didn't change much.

The counselor next to him noticed it immediately and went up to join in the fun: "That No. 163 can reach this level at a mere fifth level. He must have a special talent, maybe it is worth cultivating?!"

Gong Wei Fusu said: "It is said that the greatest characteristic of 'Morning Qiming' is that the weak defeats the strong, and it is indeed well-deserved. If this son has not only practiced military warfare, he should not stop there."

The counselor heard this and knew it. It seemed that Duke Wei had noticed this young man a long time ago and had even detected his talent. He immediately said: "The vision of Duke Wei has always been speechless!"

But Duke Wei shook his head and said: "It's a pity that in an abandoned place like the Evernight Continent, such a talent is a waste. He is just one or two times thicker than the standard level in the Force." Just times."

The counselor pondered what Duke Wei was thinking, and it seemed that he was not very solicitous, so he changed the subject and said: "Besides him, there are several interesting young talents in this spring hunting session. Forget about the nobles and below, aristocratic families The young master may be a good match for Miss Xin'er."

Wei Guogong just said: "Let's take a look first, there are still three rounds. Xiner is not very old, so we can think about it in the long term."

After hearing this, the counselor knew that Duke Wei had not yet decided on a candidate, so he calmed down and waited for the end of the battle on all fighting grounds.

The back garden of the Yin Family Villa was particularly quiet in the afternoon.

Qianye sat in the dense canopy of the tree, raised his right hand in front of his eyes, and the sunlight fell through the gaps between the branches and leaves, drawing mottled light spots on his palm. He suddenly raised his head and looked forward to the right. A few fallen leaves floated down from the branches as the mountain wind rustled, and then a figure slowly emerged.

Song Zining found a horizontal branch and sat down casually. He was holding a cylindrical silver pot in his hand. The water he poured out was clear and fragrant, but it was still tea.

Qianye took the tea cup from Song Zining and couldn't help but laugh: "You really don't drink anymore? I see that Qiqi has been very busy these two days. Don't you even have to attend social activities?"

"The evaluation and recruitment of nobles will be done by someone else." Song Zining said casually, "I still have to prepare for war!"

Qianye shrugged. It was too perfunctory to make such an excuse. Qiqi had also passed the first six rounds.

Song Zining raised his hands and put them behind his head, and said casually: "Zhao Junhong told me that he promised to fight you with only level five force power."

Qianye asked curiously: "Why did he say this?"

"Because he originally wanted to be in a group with you."

Qianye understood immediately. It seemed that Zhao Junhong was really determined to fight with him. Was he worried that he would not reach the end, so he wanted to use the right to designate to get a chance to fight? But Zhao Junhong was right. After Qianye saw Song Zining's secret technique and that one shot that was like a spark of fire, even he himself did not dare to say that he would win.

But Qianye immediately asked in confusion: "Then why are they still grouped like this?"

Song Zining said with a smile: "Because I also have a fight with Prince Wei!"

Qianye suddenly felt that his friend's smile was full of malice.

Next, Song Zining talked about his and Zhao Junhong’s discussion and evaluation of Qianye’s previous fighting performances, which immediately drew Qianye’s attention away. Song and Zhao were both sons of aristocratic families with celestial figures. They were able to master the secret skills of generals during the fighting stage. Naturally, their vision was superior to others, and every comment was to the point.

Qianye listened very carefully. After encountering many secret combat techniques in Tianxuan Spring Hunting this time, he also discovered his own shortcomings. The combat skills honed in the military and on the line of fire, as well as the profound force gained from practicing military combat, have allowed Qianye to maintain a clear advantage over his peers. However, the lack of attribute counterattacks and meticulous force control of secret combat skills greatly limits the types of tactics he can use.

Zhao Junhong said that Qianye’s combat skills are not suitable for group competitions. Because Qianye has only one tactic from the beginning, and that is to use force to defeat cleverness. That is to overwhelm everything with pure power. The biggest problem with this tactic is that it leaves no room and no retreat. Once the momentum is blocked, the backlash will be stronger.

After Qianye met the noble youth in the third round, he had to exchange injuries for injuries. He killed one thousand enemies and suffered eight hundred losses. Earlier, when he and Ji Yuanjia were fighting, the Art of War was interrupted, although Qianye had never made this mistake again since that time. Therefore, Qianye has not used the King of Soldiers' Strike in the ring until now. On the one hand, it is to have a backup plan, and on the other hand, it is also because this is his last trump card. With one strike, I am invincible. , if you miss a hit, you may lose the opportunity.

It wasn't until the next morning when Qianye stood in the huge martial arts arena and saw the battle table on the virtual screen that he suddenly remembered that this round was Song Zining versus Wei Potian?

However, Qianye could no longer be distracted soon, and he encountered a tough battle. In the seventh round, Qianye's opponent was a warrior from the noble clan, and those who could reach this point were the truly strong ones among the contestants.

The battle lasted for nearly an hour, with both sides nearly exhausted in force. Only then did Qianye seize a small opportunity, severely injure his opponent in one fell swoop, and win the game.

After the fight, Qianye realized that he was not the last one to end the game.

On another site, thunderous roars were heard continuously, as well as the familiar earthy yellow light of the 'Thousand Layers of Mountains'. Occasionally, tiny stars-like rays of light exploded in mid-air. Wei Potian was bracing against a thousand mountains, roaring and chasing his opponent all the way. His opponent is clearly Song Zining!

At this time, there was no strange and beautiful scene around Song Zining when the secret technique of 'Three Thousand Floating Leaves' was in operation, but his movements were equally erratic, as if he was weightless and he came and went in the field. If it weren't for the pulled out Zunzun The walking track can still be seen in the afterimage, almost recreating the strange appearance of ghosts and ghosts that night.

Wei Potian's attacks were fierce and fierce. Occasionally, a hard strike would make a sharp sound like a sharp blade piercing the air. This shows how amazing the speed and power of his punches are. However, Song Zining always avoided it when the opportunity was tight, and even failed to hit it.

After another ten minutes, the light from Qianzhongshan on Wei Potian's body flickered for a few times and then disappeared, indicating that his original power was finally exhausted. And he was so tired that he was almost exhausted. He put his hands on his knees, gasping for air and sweating like rain.

Song Zining's figure flashed a few steps away and appeared behind Wei Potian. He stretched out his hand and gave a gentle push. As a result, Wei Potian, who was already half-tired, fell to the ground and slid forward, with half of his body out of the fighting arena.

Song Zining naturally won this match.

In this way, Qianye met his opponent in the semifinals, Song Zining.

Song Zining was obviously in a very good mood. His gentle smile that seemed to never change in front of others revealed a bit of real joy, and a chill ran down Qianye's back. Just like when Song Zining took care of another unlucky guy in the Huangquan training camp.

Although Qianye only saw the end of the battle between Song Zining and Wei Potian, he already knew clearly that Song Zining's tactics were the best to restrain the fierce and fierce fighting styles of him and Wei Potian.

However, there is nothing to be afraid of. Qianye is gradually becoming more motivated to fight. Speaking of which, he has not played against this friend for many years!

The horn sounded to start the war. Qianye's art of war passed two rounds of the eighteenth level in the shortest time. He strode forward, shouted low, and punched out!

Song Zining's body showed a stern look, and he raised his palm to push it away. In the blink of an eye, the two of them struck more than ten times with fists and palms. They are very familiar with each other's close combat skills, and they are not unfamiliar with each other after many years of separation. In these more than ten rounds, they have not been able to hit each other once!

PS: I have been so busy lately that I only posted half of the content during the mid-day update. I just got home and posted this chapter, I will update it over the weekend to apologize.