At the end of the second round of the competition, Ye Feng contacted Chen Dong and asked about the situation at the villa.

Knowing that everything was fine, Ye Feng relieved himself and stayed at the underground base that night, seizing the time to cultivate.

As the competition progressed, the gap in strength between the players continued to narrow, and many martial artists took out the stunts of pressing the bottom of the box. Ye Feng has gained a lot today.

After clearing the customs and watching the battle of the popular players, Ye Feng realized that even if he had the two trump cards of mental power sensing and physical strengthening, it was a question whether he could enter the semi-finals.

A martial artist like Hua Manyue, who has reached the peak of his dark strength in cultivation, has mastered a variety of exquisite martial arts, has extremely rich combat experience, and his combat instinct and martial arts talent are all first-class genius qualifications, and he can think of a way to crack a move that he has seen almost once. It is equivalent to the invincible existence of dark warriors.

Ye Feng realized that his only hope for victory was "muscle copying" - only by mastering more mastery of different genres could he achieve a surprising and winning effect.

Just like the first game against Hos, Ye Feng's strength was originally better than Hos, but with the completely different styles of Chen Dong, Chen Yun, and Chen Yong, he won the victory unexpectedly.

It doesn't take a lot, just one trick. The essence of many boxing techniques is only one or two moves, similar to the nirvana in the game. What Ye Feng had to do was to learn as many of the tricks of other martial artists as possible in a short period of time to enhance his martial arts.

In addition, it is to come up with a way to solve the tricks of other players and expand the advantage in the battle.

The interval passed quickly, and the third round arrived.

The remaining sixteen will determine the list of top eight players.

"No. 11, Murong Feng."

"No. 12, Qiu Qian."

Unfortunately, Ye Feng actually drew the sixth player on the evaluation list this time, Qiu Qian.

This was also the first time Ye Feng had fought with a martial artist who used sword martial arts・・・・・・ to be honest, looking at the steel knife and cold murderous aura in the other party's hand, Ye Feng was a little nervous. Recalling the scene yesterday when Qiu Qian's face did not change and he cut off his opponent's arm, Ye Feng felt a little chilly.

This Qiu Qian, at first glance, looks like he has killed someone, this kind of murderous aura is not something that Ye Feng, a beginner in martial arts, can contend with. Fortunately, Ye Feng's spiritual power was different from ordinary people, and although Qiu Qian's murderous aura had an impact on him, the effect was greatly reduced.

"Rub, I'm afraid of a hair, you think you'll be afraid of you if you pretend to be cool with a knife, it's terrible for my brother to be ruthless!" Ye Feng kept cheering himself up in his heart, but he still honestly brought armor and fighting gloves.

Although the flexible surname is slightly affected, at least there is something to resist the opponent's blade.

Before the game started, all kinds of whispers from the audience on the sidelines who were not optimistic about Ye Feng sounded.

"Hehe, this jar head actually met Qiu Qian, a fast knife hand・・・・・・ I really want Qiu Qian to be able to split the jar on the head of the jar with one knife, so that everyone can see what kind of ugly he looks like?" With such a gloating tone, needless to say, it must have been the person who pressed the money on Ye Feng's opponent before.

"Oops, Qiu Qian and Murong Feng are both players I am optimistic about, which one is better? Although Qiu Qian is more popular, but the canned head is mysterious, maybe there will be an unexpected performance・・・・・・ there is, three million bets on each side, I am so smart, haha. "This is the mean.

"Brother Tian, do we still want to put the money on Senior Brother Ye?"

"Yes, of course, no matter how you say it, you have to support your own people. Uh, but by the way, you secretly bet 50,000 yuan on Qiu Qian, and the money still has to be earned・・・・・・ "This is Ye Feng's group of unscrupulous junior brothers.

"Cut, you stupid b, wait to lose money, brother, I'm a person with the halo of the protagonist." Ye Feng thought complainingly. He still did not hesitate to buy himself to win, betting ・・・・・・ 20 million.

What the? Are you curious where Ye Feng got so much money? Have you forgotten that Ye Maniac is the chairman of a certain company, and there is still three or five million private money.

A few million bets in the first round become more than 10 million, and in the second round it becomes more than 20 million. In this third round, the odds are higher than before, if Ye Feng wins, 20 million will become 50 million.

It can be seen how optimistic the official and the audience are about Murong Feng.

The race is on.

"Qiu Qian, there is no door and no faction, do you want to keep that hand?" The referee gave an order, Qiu Qian's big sword pointed directly at Ye Feng, and said coldly. I guess he feels good about himself at the moment, and he feels cool.

"Cai Lifo, Murong Feng. If you have the surname Qiu, you must have had a lot of enemies in your previous life, or you don't have a surname Qiu, and you look like others owe you millions. "Agitation method or something, Ye Feng is the least afraid, and complained with a smile.

"You're looking for death!" Qiu Qian's face turned cold, and he rushed towards Ye Feng with a horizontal knife.

As soon as he looked at him, Qiu Qian used a trick to stack the waves of the Yangtze River, and quickly slashed out five knives one after another, one knife was faster than the other, one knife was fiercer than the other, and Ye Feng, who was slashed at by the knife, was critical.

This trick of the Yangtze River is Qiu Qian's knife technique honed from the waves, there are three stacks, five stacks, seven stacks, and nine stacks, and the strength, position and pause of each stack have been practiced to the point of doing whatever they want, and it can be said that one move can be used as countless moves. The change surname is extremely strong, so that the opponent often can't estimate the change of his move and hits.

Qiu Qian's knife technique does not have too complicated moves, closely following the mystery of the knife technique, that is, fast, one knife after another is endless, slow and fast, making it difficult for people to keep up with his rhythm and lose.

When martial arts reach a certain level, you have to return to the basics, Qiu Qian's sword technique is such a realm, his moves are honed by fighting with a large number of martial arts masters, removing the superfluous parts, and the only purpose of all actions is to kill and injure the opponent.

In Qiu Qian's philosophy, the mystery of martial arts is the art of killing, and the ultimate of martial arts is to kill the opponent in the most effective way.

Facing Qiu Qian's storm-like sword technique as soon as he came up, Ye Feng kept retreating, stepping on the gossip pace.

To be honest, Ye Feng instinctively was still a little afraid of the sword, and he didn't dare to use his body to resist and enter the sword light - although in fact, the armor and gloves on his body were completely able to resist the slashing of the sword. They were originally designed to be used that way.

With scruples, Ye Feng's defense became fragile, and soon Qiu Qian grabbed a flaw and slashed at his neck.

"Nima!"

Ye Feng felt a chill in his neck, as if he was about to cut off his head with a knife, the pores around his body suddenly exploded instantly, and he instinctively used a move The spirit monkey in the Xingyi Fist turned over and knocked on the side of Qiu Qian's knife body, bounce it away. At the same time, with the other hand, he grabbed a backhand, and a monkey stole a peach to attack Qiu Qian's crotch.

Qiu Qian took a step back and avoided Ye Feng's sneak attack. The blade of the knife turned and slashed at Ye Feng's arm that stole the peach.

Ye Feng's arm felt the chill of danger, and he subconsciously withdrew his hand and turned his arm, and the armor on the back of his forearm blocked Qiu Qian's split. When it happens, sparks fly.

Ye Feng, who was forced into danger, also put aside his worries in a hurry, and counterattacked according to the instinct of a martial artist.

When he came back to his senses, he found that Qiu Qian's knives were not as terrifying as he imagined, and the armor firmly fulfilled their duties, firmly blocking Qiu Qian's attacks. Ye Feng's heart was suddenly settled, and he no longer had any worries to exert his full strength.

In the back, he simply closed his eyes, and only relied on his mental power to capture the opponent's movements, and the Baguazhang, Xingyi Fist, and Drunken Fist were transformed and cast as he wanted, like flowing water, Qiu Qian's pressure suddenly increased suddenly.

"Hiss~ I didn't expect Murong Feng to actually grasp the mystery of qi induction!" Under the ring, an old man who had been following the match between the two suddenly exclaimed.

"Grandpa, what is gas induction?" Next to the old man, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl asked. It was Ding Ning, she didn't want to miss the opportunity to see the martial artists of various sects compete, and she was angry with Ye Feng, the person who defeated her, so she naturally paid attention to his competition. To be honest, although Ding Ning hates the jar head in the ring, he doesn't want him to lose, after all, he won his own promotion, how can he lose easily?

This psychology of a loser shifting the expectation of victory to an opponent who defeated him is common.

"Haha, this is complicated・・・・・・ in short, this Murong Feng may be able to win." The old man explained a passage to Ding Ning.

"Then what is Murong Feng's chance of winning?" Ding Ning asked with the momentum of breaking the casserole and asking to the end.

The old man shook his head lightly and said heavily: "It's hard to say, Qiu Qian's knife is fast, Murong Feng's reaction is fast, then you have to see who is faster." ”

While the two were talking, the situation on the field reversed again. Qiu Qian quickly adapted to Ye Feng's style of play, and as soon as the knife momentum changed, he actually cracked Ye Feng's ever-changing moves with the same change, and the knife slashed out violently, so fast that it was like a spinning fan.

For knives, the best defense is offense.

Faster, stronger knives!

Qiu Qian's second style of knife technique, stormy!

If the waves of the Yangtze River were continuous before, Qiu Qian's knife at this moment can be described as dense as rain, and the blade is so fast that it almost disappears in the eyes of the naked eye, leaving only a faint afterimage. Every time Ye Feng blocked, his knife momentum would be a little faster, and the seemingly simple and rough slash contained an extremely ingenious method of borrowing force to fight.

Ye Feng quickly realized this situation, his arm shook violently, and he used a spiral force.

While!

Qiu Qian's slash to his shoulder was bounced away, only to see that the next knife did not speed up, but the force weakened a little.

"Hey, isn't this the spiral strength of my Ding family?" When the old man beside Ding Ning saw this scene, his mouth grew in surprise.

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