Chapter 295: Stimulated Zhao Feiyang
Boom.
Yang Yifan, who was covered in blood, jumped down.
Although he was weak, as soon as he walked over, the top 100 martial artists standing there immediately got out of the way, fought two battles in a row, and could defeat Zi Wuji after colliding with the powerhouses of the Star Picking Sect, which was enough to make them feel afraid of Yang Yifan.
Only Zhao Feiyang and several other people in the top ten of the combat power list did not move.
"You're strong, but you can't take my move. ”
This?
Hearing Zhao Feiyang's words, the surrounding martial artists were a little sideways, Yang Yifan's combat power was monstrous, and his strong body was even more terrifying, and he might not necessarily lose against Zhao Feiyang, but now Zhao Feiyang actually said such a thing?
What exactly is Zhao Feiyang's hole card?
Many people are guessing in their hearts.
But Yang Yifan didn't even glance at Zhao Feiyang, and dragged the Blood Shadow Gun towards the back.
"I'm looking forward to it. ”
The four words floated over, and directly made Zhao Feiyang's eyes flash a touch of annoyance, although it was bland, anyone could feel the arrogance and domineering contained in Yang Yifan.
In such a comparison, Zhao Feiyang felt that he was inferior.
"Next. ”
At this time, Zhou Mantian's voice had already sounded.
He obviously had the lowest status among the five Star Picking Sect powerhouses, and the other four sat upright, but he got up and continued to pick people, and he didn't know if it was intentional, this time it was Zhao Feiyang.
Swish.
Zhao Feiyang landed in the ring with a flying body, holding a nine-ring knife in his hand, and the momentum on his body was like the stormy waves, a few points stronger than Zi Wuji.
"Xu Tianjie, come up. ”
Definitely stimulated!
The people who watched the excitement were very clear that Zhao Feiyang was stimulated by Yang Yifan, otherwise it would be impossible to choose Xu Tianjie, a genius who ranked second in the combat power list, as soon as he came up.
As the first person in the combat power list and the top genius in the Hundred Academies, Zhao Feiyang felt that he should be an existence that was radiant, shocking the audience, and amazed countless people.
But in reality?
From the 100 courtyards to the present, the most amazing and popular one is Yang Yifan.
Ride the Flying Flame Pony and enter like a general on an ancient battlefield.
fought in the ring with the strength of the early stage of the Earth Extreme Realm, broke through one after another, and broke the record held by Zhao Feiyang.
At the beginning of the Top 100 Competition, he pushed sideways, defeated two people in a row to scare one person away, and then collided with the powerhouse of the Star Picking Sect, and then defeated Zi Wuji, a former disciple of the sect, without dispute.
This made Yang Yifan directly the focus of the audience, how could this make Zhao Feiyang happy?
Therefore, he wants to completely overwhelm Yang Yifan.
In the ring.
A fierce battle soon broke out.
Perhaps because he was holding his breath, Zhao Feiyang also played very unrestrainedly, and between the big opening and closing, he actually suppressed Xu Tianjie steadily.
Every time the long knife was slashed out, there was an incomparable sword aura whistling vertically and horizontally.
Xu Tianjie's strength is definitely not weak, his speed is especially fast, and the long sword in one hand is even more elusive, every time he stabs out, it is like a tricky ancient snake, cold and fatal with a single blow.
But in the face of the outbreak of Zhao Feiyang, he still couldn't stop it.
In less than a quarter of an hour, Xu Tianjie was slashed out of the ring by the imposing Zhao Feiyang.
"Awesome. ”
"It deserves to be the first person on the combat power list. ”
"I think this hundred courtyards are the first than him. ”
Hearing the exclamation, Zhao Feiyang laughed, it shouldn't have been so easy, but it was that guy who stimulated him and made him play at a super level.
Then he turned his head to look at Yang Yifan.
Unfortunately, he was disappointed.
Yang Yifan sat cross-legged on the ground and didn't glance at this side at all.
"Hmph. ”
Zhao Feiyang snorted coldly, and then took a long knife, "Mu Xueqing." ”
This?
The surrounding martial artists were stunned for a moment, and then they became excited, today's big competition is simply too enjoyable, first Yang Yifan swept the four people, and now Zhao Feiyang is even going to challenge continuously, and he is also the second and third people.
"I'm afraid you won't make it?"
Although she is a woman, Mu Xueqing can enter the top ten in the combat power rankings, and her strength is definitely there, how can she not be a little arrogant?
As the cold voice sounded, the cold aura floated out from Mu Xueqing's body, like pieces of crystal snowflakes flying, setting her off like a fairy in the nine heavens.
Then the pair of jade feet stepped lightly, and instantly crossed the distance of ten zhang and landed in the ring.
Swish.
With a wave of her jade hand, the spiritual power surged, and the pieces of snowflakes spun rapidly, instantly forming a tornado, and the originally weak snowflakes also had the luster of the spirit soldier flashing at this time, which obviously had great lethality.
"Shattered. ”
Zhao Feiyang drank, the long knife in his hand slashed out, and the matchless sword qi swept out, and the snowflake dragon whirlwind was directly split in half, and then dissipated.
And both of them moved, and almost at the same time rushed to the center of the ring, followed by a violent spiritual collision.
There is nothing tempting or not tempting, Mu Xueqing and Zhao Feiyang used all their strength.
At this moment, the cyan light curtain on the entire ring was constantly shaking, if it weren't for the five powerhouses of the Star Picking Sect sitting on the side, I am afraid that this ring would have been broken a long time ago.
Mu Xueqing was injured, and her white dress was dyed red.
Zhao Feiyang's clothes were torn, and blood flowed from his chest.
But neither of them paid attention to the injury, and just attacked desperately.
In the end, Mu Xueqing was defeated, her right hand was almost cut off, and she basically lost her combat power, so she could only admit defeat.
Successively cut off the second and third people in the combat power list, standing proudly in the ring, although Zhao Feiyang, who was holding a blood-dripping long knife, was not lightly injured, his momentum also reached a peak, so that many people did not dare to look directly.
He didn't continue to challenge, which was enough to prove his strength and courage.
Yang Yifan, Zhao Feiyang!
Almost all the martial artists felt that the first meeting of the Hundred Courtyards Great Competition would be born among these two people.
Because the next challenge doesn't seem to have much suspense, although the fight is also very intense, but I always feel that something is missing, so they can't enjoy watching it.
It wasn't until the afternoon that the first round of challenges ended.
Everyone participated in the battle, and a total of forty-two people won, among which only Yang Yifan defeated the most, reaching as many as four.
Then it's time for pranayama healing.
But time was short, and it was just one night.
The recovery of the injury itself is a kind of strength, so no one said anything, just seized the time to recuperate.
When the sun shines through the clouds and shines on the world, the second round of battles begins, and it is still the same old rule.
What made countless martial artists excited was that this time, the first person selected by Zhou Mantian was the person they wanted to see the most, Yang Yifan.
Under the watchful eye of everyone, Yang Yifan came to the ring again, and the wounds were already scarred, although he had not yet reached his peak, he had recovered six or seven percent.
Who will be chosen?
No one spoke, all waiting.
No way.
When Yang Yifan's gaze slowly moved, the faces of many martial artists began to change.
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