Martial arts: start from copying the root bone

Chapter 48 0048: Two games in a row!
Name: Ye Zhiqiu
Root bone: Class B
Talent: Mid-tier talent [Swordsmanship]

Ye Zhiqiu possesses middle-grade swordsmanship talent.

This allowed him to easily defeat his opponents in previous battles.

Ye Zhiqiu, who is less than thirty, has reached the peak of the fifth level of blood forging.

And he has cultivated a top-level blood-forging swordsmanship to the peak.

It is only one step away from condensing sword intent.

He came to participate in the group arena, one is to increase the reputation of his martial arts and thus increase income, and the other is to hone his own sword intent.

Ye Zhiqiu looked at Lu Changfeng on the opposite side. This was the first blood-forging sixth level he had encountered since he participated in the group arena and won consecutive victories.

This is the group arena's opinion that his swordsmanship is outstanding!Already able to leapfrog and fight!The game just arranged!

"Brother Lu, be careful with my sword!"

Lu Changfeng looked at Ye Zhiqiu's cautious and serious appearance, and shrugged his shoulders. This was just a test of the water for him.

And Lu Changfeng's goal is to make his name famous.

In this way, Ye Zhiqiu's fate is doomed.
"Look at the sword! Qiuyue swordsmanship!"

The long sword in Ye Zhiqiu's hand curled up a beautiful sword flower, and brought a series of sword shadows to cut towards Lu Changfeng.

The applause from the audience continued!
This pinnacle of gorgeous sword moves brings the audience's senses is extremely shocking!
Lu Changfeng faced Ye Zhiqiu's sword.

There was even time to twist the neck.

Then, Lu Changfeng drew out the long sword of autumn water.

Swish!
Without using his sword intent, Lu Changfeng drove Ye Zhiqiu's long sword into the air with a swift and ruthless strike in the Storm Sword Art.

Then the tip of the sword was placed on Ye Zhiqiu's neck.

Feel the cold on the neck.

Ye Zhiqiu's face was pale: "I lost"

"Acceptance." Lu Changfeng put away his long sword and walked towards the player's seat without looking back.

On the contestant's bench, someone in the venue asked Lu Changfeng if he wanted to continue competing.

It was still early, so Lu Changfeng naturally nodded.

On the stage, Ye Zhiqiu walked down the stage in frustration, being defeated so easily made him doubt himself.

The spectators off the court were also puzzled. Lu Changfeng's movements were too fast, so they ended the game without understanding what happened.

But this does not prevent the audience from applauding, the two words are awesome and it is over!

In a private room on the second floor of the venue, several high-level officials in the venue communicated with each other, and agreed that the power of Lu Changfeng's sword just now was extremely outstanding.

Qualified to fight against the top ten blood forging swordsmen on Wuma Street.

"Didn't that Zhao Yan contact us today, tell him to come over."

"Let this Lu Changfeng meet Zhao Yan for a while." A high-ranking veteran at the venue said.

Another high-ranking veteran hesitated: "Will it be too fast? This Lu Changfeng is just a test. Zhao Yan can be ranked fifth among the blood-forging swordsmen on Wuma Street."

"No, don't look at Ye Zhiqiu losing so quickly, in fact, Ye Zhiqiu has the strength of the top fifteen."

"This Lu Changfeng is not easy."

The dialogue between the high-level elders determined Lu Changfeng's next opponent.

Lu Changfeng was naturally unaware of this.

It's been half an hour.

A tall and bearded swordsman came from the passageway of the player's bench.

The bearded swordsman searched the player's bench, and his eyes fell on Lu Changfeng.

He went straight to Lu Changfeng and sat down: "I'm Zhao Yan, you are my opponent worthy of coming here today? Lu Changfeng?"

Lu Changfeng had just seen the swordsman at this time, and subconsciously used the interface to detect it.

Name: Zhao Yan

Root bone: lower than A
Talent: middle-grade talent [epee]

Epee?This was the first time that Lu Changfeng saw a talent in middle class that was different from swordsmanship.

Looking at the two-meter-long epee behind Zhao Yan, Lu Changfeng understood it.

"I'm not sure." Lu Changfeng replied.

Zhao Yan was extremely enthusiastic and explained.

It turns out that after a certain winning streak and ranking in the venue, it will be more difficult for the opponent to arrange.

It is difficult to find a suitable opponent.

Therefore, these ranked contestants will receive special treatment. They can usually practice at home, and they will notify you to come and compete when they have opponents.

"Currently, my record is [-] wins and [-] loss, and I am the fifth swordsman in the blood-forging realm in the Wuma Street Martial Arts Arena." Zhao Yan said with a little pride.

Lu Changfeng's heart moved: "Did I defeat you, and I can be ranked as the fifth swordsman in the Blood Forging Realm on Wuma Street?"

Zhao Yan laughed: "Of course it is possible."

After the words fell, the announcer announced that Lu Changfeng and Zhao Yan were on stage.

It was already close to sub-hour.

The audience in the martial arts hall reached its peak.

Lu Changfeng and Zhao Yan were temporarily added to the main event.

They are all at the sixth level of forging blood, and the status of a master of swordsmanship makes this match full of sight.

Especially if the two have to decide the winner within 5 minutes.

This made the veterans in the box on the second floor also look forward to this game.

The two got up and walked to the ring.

Each stand in the corresponding position.

The announcer began to explain the identities of the two.

"Party A's player, Zhao Yan, a true disciple of the Great Sword Martial Arts Gym! Sixth level of blood forging! Record of [-] wins and [-] loss!"

Great Sword Martial Arts Hall, one of the well-known kendo martial arts halls on Wuma Street.

The owner of the pavilion is a master of swordsmanship in Yijinjing.

"Party B's player, Lu Changfeng, owner of the Changle Martial Arts Gym! Sixth level of blood training, with a record of [-] win and [-] losses!!"

Being able to fight against Zhao Yan, the words Changle Martial Arts were also slightly imprinted in the hearts of the audience for the first time.

After the announcement, the game timing began.

Zhao Yan first removed the two-meter epee behind his back.

"The main material of this sword is black iron, with extraterrestrial meteorites added, and the total weight is 220 six catties."

Zhao Yan held a 220 six-jin epee in one hand, extremely calm.

Zhao Yan introduced his epee at the beginning, on the surface it seemed that he paid great attention to etiquette.

In fact, this is his psychological tactic. Generally, when an opponent hears that his epee weighs more than 200 catties, they will take a breath in their hearts and feel psychological pressure.

But this time, Zhao Yan couldn't see any emotional fluctuations on Lu Changfeng's face.

Of course, Lu Changfeng would not be shocked, because he usually used a two hundred catties pig iron long knife to practice [Fengtian Body Forging Saber Technique].

Moreover, unlike Zhao Yan's epee driving skills, Lu Changfeng practiced using his physical strength to hold a two hundred catty long sword.

Seeing Zhao Yan's epee, Lu Changfeng still had a different kind of intimacy in his heart.

Zhao Yan introduced his weapons.

Naturally, Lu Changfeng introduced his sword politely as he went to the village.

"Ahem, Qiushui long sword, the sword is three feet and six inches long. It has been with me for many years, and it is an excellent treasure."

Zhao Yan nodded appreciatively, "Let's see the trick!"

Zhao Yan raised the epee, and slashed at Lu Changfeng with a wide open and closed epee!
In this style, he used the epee to fight decisively, and the sword was extremely fierce!At the same time, it is also paving the way for the next move!

Everyone thought that Lu Changfeng wanted to avoid this sword!
But Lu Changfeng narrowed his eyes slightly, and holding the relatively small Qiushui long sword, he greeted him with a sword!
when!
With a loud noise, Lu Changfeng held the sword in both hands with incredible strength, blocking Zhao Yan's mighty epee slash!

(End of this chapter)