Primordial Swordsman

Chapter 132 Results
He could resist Su Yu's heavy sword attack before.

It's just that Su Yu's spiritual body is also really powerful, forcibly breaking through the majestic mana lingering on the wings.

His calm face also attracted some people's ridicule, after all, he had sworn before that he would kill Su Yu within three moves, but in the end he was severely slapped in the face, and he was actually injured.

"You who are gorgeous and useless, you can only say that you can't do it, you are a waste." Su Yu said coldly.

As soon as this remark came out, his complexion was very ugly, and the previous words were indeed pale and powerless in the face of the facts.

And the moment Su Yu finished speaking, his figure was like a ferocious beast coming out of its cage, releasing a soaring aura.

Clang!
The Wan heavy sword is like a black dragon roaring through the air, carrying endless domineering aura.

In mid-air, his expression was as indifferent and arrogant as ever.

The wings no longer bloomed with gorgeous brilliance, but were restrained, each feather was shining brightly, sharp and sharp.

In mid-air, the two collided suddenly, and all kinds of bright killing beams rushed out continuously.

Crazy spirit anti-air slash!
Suddenly, his figure turned around, and his wings were like a whirlwind, frantically strangling the void in all directions.

Below, many people sighed, this is already the second blow, can it really hurt Su Yu?

Many people's hearts were suspended, watching that scene eagerly.

boom!
Su Yu punched suddenly, and retreated a distance in mid-air with his strength.

But Fan Gong followed up quickly, and under the sun, the wings slashed towards Su Yu's waist like two sharp heavenly knives.

"Remember, this is the third blow." Su Yu said lightly.

He didn't choose to avoid it, but to face it.

Before the two sides fought against each other, Su Yu also measured his air defense ability, which was indeed a major weakness of his, which he could barely make up for with his physical strength.

Su Yu could feel the urgency and ferocity of the opponent. At this point, it seemed that they had only fought with a few moves.

However, each time is very dangerous, and they are all shot with all their strength.

At least that's the case for Fan Gong. His wings were so gorgeous and shocking before, shining in all directions, but after he suffered a loss.

He became cautious and restrained, trying to defeat Su Yu at low altitude.

Around Su Yu's feet, there is an invisible fish tail.

Jumping into the blue sky is not just talk, it is barely feasible to stay in the air for a short time.

Therefore, he wants to defeat the opponent in this blow.

His spirit was like a rock, locked on Fan Gong, and the latter didn't notice anything.

The monarch smiled and pointed at the Heavenly Sword!

The sword body stood straight in the air, like a magic mountain, asking the sky.

clang!
The sound of metal colliding suddenly came out, and an extremely powerful shock wave swept out between the wings and the heavy sword.

puff!
The bright red blood was continuously sprinkled, and it was so dazzling in the brilliant sparks.

A miserable hum came out, and a figure fell powerlessly to the ground.

Swish!
The scene was extremely quiet, the sound of falling leaves could be heard, and too many people were staring at the field.

For a while, they couldn't determine the specific situation.

"Hahaha, Su Yu, you are finished, you are finished, I will make you regret, I will make you lose everything." At this moment, Fan Xiaowei's ferocious laugh broke the silence of the world.

It's no wonder that he laughed out loud, he was the first to realize that the one who fell on the ground was Su Yu who was quite close.

"No, why is there no blood on his body?" Someone asked in confusion.

"Maybe it's an internal injury!"

"Fan Gong's Lingwen wings are unparalleled in sharpness. I have never heard that the enemy has no external injuries under his attack, but internal injuries appear."

"But it is a fact that Su Yu fell first."

"I think it's because Fan Gong practiced some kind of moves that hurt people through the air, and Su Yu's body is strong, which caused the current situation of internal injuries."

Many people argued, and many people tended to the power of veteran students like Fan Gong, thinking that it was Su Yu who lost.

At this moment, Su Yu was standing steadily on the ground, and the green shirt was indeed not stained with blood.

The black hair was scattered casually, and the whole person was very calm and indifferent.

"There was no blood spilled, could it be from the mouth?" Fan Xiaowei murmured.

He dared not look up, for fear of the most terrible thing happening.

In an instant, many eyes looked at Fan Gong who was in mid-air.

Fan Gong still stands in the void, and his wings are still in a defensive state, wrapping his body.

At least there is no wound on the exposed side, and it seems to be fine.

But whose blood belongs to, who is defeated.

"Su Yu is too young after all. If it takes a few more years, he might be able to defeat Fan Gong."

"I don't think so. Su Yu's cultivation of Fenghuotianlei Kungfu must be slow, but the progress of Fangong has been made by leaps and bounds."

Seeing this, although the person concerned did not speak, many people were willing to accept the fact that Fan Gong was the winner.

After all, Su Yu is too young. If he wins again, many people will be hit, thinking that this life is really useless, and they are better than a blind man.

"Hahaha" Fan Xiaowei also laughed wildly as he lay on the ground.

Suddenly, his figure staggered, and his body was completely exposed.

The corner of the man's mouth was bleeding continuously, and there was a huge blood hole on the other side of the two wings.

Blood flowed like a brook, dyeing the space red.

The truth came out completely. In the previous round, Su Yu actually hurt the other party.

"Your strength." Fan Gong's face was full of despair, with disbelief.

Before that, besides the heavy power like a mountain, he also felt a dark energy that was sharp to the extreme.

This has to start from the second round, the seemingly simple collision, Su Yu judged that the general single method is difficult to break the wings.

He directly used the sword spirit pattern, if it was another person, he would have fallen to the ground.

And Fan Gong is indeed very strong, enough to dominate in the middle stage of the Qi Refining Realm, except for the magic skills, Su Yu has already done his best.

At the last moment, Su Yu was also forced to the ground by the opponent, otherwise he might be injured.

"I can't fly, do you want me to invite you down?" Su Yu said noncommittally.

At this moment, he was not worried that the opponent would fly away at all, because his wings were injured, his speed would definitely drop sharply, and Su Yu could force him down.

His complexion was as ugly as if he had eaten a dead child, and his breath was weak, without any hesitation, he slowly landed on the ground.

"What do you want?" He still maintained some calmness.

But that pale complexion and lifeless gaze were completely gone from the aloofness and arrogance they had before.

On the other hand, seeing him who has become a reality, he was immediately filled with fear.

They all forgot the pain, and shouted a little heartbreakingly: "Don't kill me, I am afraid of death, and we have a genius from Tianxingxianyuan in Lingshui City, you can't kill me, otherwise you will set yourself on fire .”

Fan Xiaowei is older, but more afraid of death, his words are a bit incoherent, with prayers and threats.

(End of this chapter)