Chapter 140: Blood Moon Knife Technique

But when I saw the new man laughing, I heard the old man crying.

Although everyone regretted that Yin was undefeated and unfavorable, they were more looking forward to Wu Ji.

At the same time, the game was not affected by this, and it was still going on one by one, but Zhuyu was in front, and it was not as exciting as Wu Ji's game.

Soon, the day's competition passed, and the top fifty unexpectedly appeared, except for Yin Undefeated beyond expectations, the other qiē were all on track and unfazed

There was nothing to say all night, and on the second day, the top twenty-five were decided, and Wu Ji's opponent was the imperial court military who had never been encountered.

Wu Ji walked up to the stage, and a man with an expressionless face and an immobile mountain was already standing quietly opposite. Standing across the knife, his eyes slightly closed, motionless as a statue.

Wu Ji just stood still, the iron-blooded man opened his eyes, followed by an iron-blooded breath refined in the sea of blood in the border corpse mountain, Wu Ji suddenly felt that he was not on the platform of Kongtong Mountain, but came to the frontier battlefield, the two armies played against each other, tens of millions of people fought, and the guns rained down.

"Good guy, with this momentum alone, I'm afraid ordinary people can't afford it, no wonder the imperial court can suppress the rivers and lakes to the death, this strength is really extraordinary." Seeing the aura of the iron-blooded man, Wu Ji sighed in his heart.

Since his debut, Wu Ji has encountered many opponents, but no one has given him such a strong killing temperament like this person, it seems that this person was born to kill.

"Military, Wang Han, please." Wang Hang adheres to the principle of the soldiers, and does not depart from the ability to bring water, and after Ling Xiao announced the start, he said directly.

"Mighty Dart Bureau, Wu Ji, please." Wu Ji still admired this kind of soldier who was stationed at the border all the year round to protect his home and defend the country, and hugged his fists.

Wang Hang nodded slightly, slapped the scabbard, brushed a bright light, and the long knife came out of the sheath, with a thick blood red that was thousands of times brighter than blood, and at the same time there was a suffocating scarlet smell.

The long knife drinks blood, and the knife shines like the moon.

The ring was originally empty, but at this moment, Wu Ji clearly heard the voice of Jin Ge Iron Horse, and felt that he was already in the battlefield of thousands of armor soldiers, who were fighting fiercely.

A blood-red full moon suddenly rose over the battlefield, as swift as the golden light of the ground, and it shot towards him with a brush.

The Blood Moon Knife Technique, created specifically for battlefield fighting, is ferocious and furious, and extremely fast.

Seeing this scene, Wu Ji's eyelids jumped, and his pupils contracted instantly.

"Whew!"

The movements of his subordinates did not dare to slack off at all, and the Jiuyang Divine Skill operated, turning into a furnace, protecting the body and resisting the cold aura of the iron-blooded battlefield.

At the same time, with a flick of his fingers, the internal force turned into an arrow, and the qi ran through Changhong, like a meteor catching the moon, and hit the blood moon.

"Bang!"

A burst of clear gold and iron sounded out, and the next moment, the arrow broke, the moon fell, and every qiē came to naught.

It's just that the aftermath fell to the ground, tearing holes and smashing holes, this kind of sharpness and sharpness is simply chilling.

"Snort!"

Wang Hang's expression was calm, the ancient well was not rippling, and it was as quiet as a pool of stagnant water, and the breeze could not blow the slightest ripple.

With a majestic iron-like military temperament, once Wang Hang moves, he has no other feelings except to take down the enemy in front of him. Don't be frustrated by defeat, don't rejoice in your achievements.

It's just that the shot is more swift, and the sword rays of the blood moon knife technique he cast are also shrinking little by little, people have joys and sorrows, the moon is cloudy and sunny, and the blood moon like the waning moon after contraction is more condensed, but the power of the fixed-point strike is greater.

In the face of Wang Hang's attack, Wu Ji avoided it at all, and adopted the simplest, but it was also effective and most suitable at this time, to attack against attack.

Step out, fingers into bows, internal force into arrows, hands linked, one after another flaming red glowing arrows one after another, one after another shooting.

The thunder of the sky stirred the fire, and the dry wood met the flames, attacking against each other, which was more tragic than the last battle with Yin Undefeated.

At this time, whether it is Wang Xuan's Blood Moon Sword Technique or Wu Ji's finger flicking magic power martial arts level, it is impossible to distinguish between the superior and inferior, and now the competition is their respective consciousness, reaction, and ad-hoc battle choice.

This is not a problem for the two of them, Wang Hang came out of the battlefield, and he has a deep understanding of these things, although Wu Ji is not as good as him, he often fights with masters, plus his understanding is extraordinary, not far behind.

All that's left is to see who can't hold it up first.

This point is obviously that Wang Hang suffered a loss, and compared with Wu Ji in a war of attrition, in the end, there was only one result, and that was that he couldn't hold on to it first.

Not to mention that Wu Ji has broken through to the second-rate master, the quality and quantity of internal force are not comparable to him, although the recovery force of Jiuyang Divine Skill alone does not dare to say that it is the best at the moment, but it is also among the best.

Sure enough, time passed little by little, Wu Ji's attack was still sharp, as fast as thunder, while Wang Han's blood moon had already dimmed.

Brush!

Repelling Wu Ji's attack again, Wang Hang's footsteps slipped, retreating a few feet away, and the long knife was still sheathed.

"I throw in the towel." At this moment, Wang Xuan's dark face was pale, and even his steps were a little vain, obviously his internal strength was consumed too much.

He is a person who can afford to take it and put it down, coupled with the military style, losing is losing, winning is winning, knowing that he is not an opponent, he decisively admits defeat.

"I conceded." For this crisp style, Wu Ji appreciates it very much

After one round, the first twenty-five duels came out, and then in two and two duels, because there is an odd number, so someone is destined to have a bye.

For the sake of fairness and justice, Ling Xiao let the rest of the people draw lots to decide by themselves.

Wu Ji was finally lucky to draw a bye this time, although he did not directly advance to the top ten, but it was a pity to take a break, watch other people's games, and know himself and his opponent.

The next game was unexpectedly intense, with hole cards and killer features emerging one after another.

Magical powers are also common, as if the magical powers that are usually rare to see have been rotten by this time.

One by one, the combat power exploded, and none of them were weaker than the second-rate masters.

After a hard battle, Qingfeng did not quit, and he was promoted.

Among the people who were promoted, Wu Ji paid special attention to two people, one was Jiang Qianqiu, although the combat effectiveness he showed was almost the same as Yin Undefeated, but Wu Ji always felt that there were reservations, and the other was a person from the imperial court, not the military, nor the people of the Six Doors, but the authentic royal family.