Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

Chapter 2730 The second seed! (1 more)
"How are you, are you okay?"

High in the sky, the referee took a look at Ye Xiu, frowned slightly, flew down on the Tianhe ring, raised his hand and patted Ye Xiu on the shoulder.

The next moment, a gust of bone-chilling cold air swept from Ye Xiu's body, immediately covering half of the referee's body with a layer of hoarfrost.

The referee's eyelids twitched, and he quickly retracted his palm. With an extremely serious expression on his face, he took a deep look at Ye Xiu.

"Cough cough cough..."

Ye Xiu coughed violently, and showed an apologetic look to the referee, "I'm fine, it's an old problem, sorry senior, I..."

The referee raised his hand to indicate that Ye Xiu didn't need to explain, and then said loudly: "This battle, the winner, Ye Xiu!"

As the referee's voice fell, the audience erupted.

"Zhu Wushuang, he actually lost!"

"And, it turned out to be an instant kill with one punch!"

"My God, the dark horse has really counterattacked!"

"The three favorites to win the championship, actually... actually..."

Such a result was unbelievable for the audience present, especially the geniuses of the Chiyan God Clan, who were like eggplants beaten by frost, dejected.

The hopes of the Chiyan God Clan winning the championship were completely wiped out.

But in any case, winning is winning, and losing is losing.

Although most of Zhu Wushuang's bones were almost shattered by the blow, he didn't show much loss.

For a combat madman like him, winning or losing is not important, the important thing is to fight against a real master.

For him, this battle was enough.

The referee took a deep look at Ye Xiu and invited him off the ring. The next match will continue.

"Next match, Ling Feng, duel..."

The referee's voice sounded, and everyone became a little excited again.

Ling Feng is undoubtedly also a dark horse born in this Tianhe martial arts performance.

Moreover, it is also the only ray of hope left in the Temple of the Witch God.

"Blue Feather!"

Ling Feng's opponent was not a seeded champion like Wu Xuan or Huang Yu, but Qing Yu, a genius from the Qianyu God Clan.

This Qing Yu's strength is certainly not as strong as Huang Yu's, but being able to persevere to this point has already proved that his strength is strong enough.

Following the referee's voice, two figures flew onto the ring.

"Please advise!"

Qingyu is a middle-aged man who looks very tall, with a pair of huge blue wings growing from his back.

I saw his wings fluttering behind his back, and the cyan feathers condensed into a cyan feather sword, which floated up from behind.

For a moment, a blue light burst out, covering the entire arena with a blue light.

"This is the secret technique of the Qianyu God Clan, Feather Blade!"

"Finally see it!"

There was a lot of discussion in the audience, this Feather Blade secret technique is the profound art of the Qianyu God Clan, and few people in the younger generation can master it.

And this Qingyu is obviously one of them.

"You are a formidable opponent, so I will go all out!"

Qingyu stared at Ling Feng, looking very serious. Around the feather blade behind him, there were also tiny feathers, which formed a shape like a flying feather needle, and were floating around the feather blade.

"bring it on."

Ling Feng nodded his head, turned all directions in his hand, and an invisible momentum suddenly swept away.

"Be careful!"

Qingyu let out a low growl, and the feather blade behind her spun at a high speed, and at the same time, thousands of feather needles shot out following the rotation of the feather blade.

The mighty Feather Needle, surrounded by the Feather Blade, seemed to turn into a dragon with a sword more than ten feet long, and rushed towards Ling Feng.

In the end, he was the strong man who made it all the way to the top fifteen, and he did have impressive strength.

Compared with Ling Feng's previous opponents, he was indeed much stronger.

It's a pity, for Ling Feng, it's not enough to watch!
Zheng!
A crisp sword sound sounded, and Ling Feng slashed out with a sword. He didn't even use swordsmanship, but combined the two techniques of force shock and force penetration, and slashed out with a backhand sword.

In an instant, thousands of feather needles scattered, and the giant feather blade behind Qingyu was also scattered in an instant.

A violent vibrating force penetrated his whole body, Qingyu felt an unstoppable force erupt in his chest, and then, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, and was directly blown away.

One sword, complete defeat!

Ling Feng was expressionless. With the improvement of strength, the many changes in the rules of power learned in the Valley of the Wicked are actually more useful than witchcraft to a certain extent.

Of course, these two forces have advantages and disadvantages.

The changes in the power rules are more suitable for single combat in close combat.

Witchcraft, on the other hand, has a wide range of attacks and a large area of ​​attack. On the whole, its destructive power is actually even better.

"The winner, Ling Feng!"

Compared with the previous one, this one ended sooner, and people began to realize that maybe Ling Feng, the dark horse, could also counterattack those legends like Ye Xiu.

Next, Wu Xuan and Huang Yu easily defeated their opponents.

Although this year's Tianhe Yanwu did have many counter-attacking dark horses, but Wu Xuan and Huang Yu are strong enough, and it is not so easy to overturn.

Soon, [-]th and [-]th, except for one bye, there was only the last game left.

"Zhu Yan from the Red Flame Protoss, fight against the Extreme Protoss, Witch Punishment!"

As the referee read out the names of the two opponents, the audience erupted again.

"Zhu Yan is fighting Wu Xing, there is no suspense in this battle!"

"That's right, Wu Xing is the second-seeded player of the Jidao God Race, just below Prince Wu Xuan, and Zhu Yan, among the contestants of the Chiyan God Race, can only be regarded as a middle-level player."

"It's strange to say that this Zhu Yan is only a middle-level disciple, but it's not easy to be able to kill all the way to this point."

"Lucky, I didn't encounter any strong opponents before this."

"I've watched his matches, and every time he wins by a small margin, it's nothing compared to witch punishment."

"..."

Before the game started, people were generally not optimistic about Zhu Yan.

Of course, except for Ling Feng.

From the first time Tianxialou met Zhu Yan, Ling Feng had already noticed that this person's strength was not simple.

At least, far above Zhu Rong.

And the more he observed his game, Ling Feng even came up with an idea, that is, this Zhu Rong might be the number one seed of the Chiyan God Clan.

His strength is even higher than Zhu Wushuang.

"Hmph, it turns out he's a brat."

Wu Xing looked at Zhu Yan with contemptuous eyes.

He is the No. [-] seed of the Extreme God Race. Although Wu Xuan suppressed the limelight, the No. [-] seed is the No. [-] seed after all.

As for Zhu Yan, he was just a silent and unknown junior.

When he became famous for witch punishment, this Zhu Yan was probably still wearing crotch pants.

"Boy, if you don't want to lose too badly, just admit defeat yourself."

Wu Xing crossed his arms, apparently not paying much attention to this opponent.

From his point of view, his luck was simply too good, it was as if he had drawn the upper lottery and was able to securely enter the top eight.

But Zhu Yan shook his head, and said slowly: "Whoever loses wins, you can only know by comparing?"

(End of this chapter)