Chapter 097: The Eagle Strikes the Sky
The battle for the quarterfinals started a full day later than expected. Due to the serious damage to the west venue, the earth realm can only send more people to repair it, which can make Yuan He busy, as the manager of the earth realm, he added such a job for no reason, and he has not done it himself for a long time, he also applied the soil system method to join the ranks of maintenance, no matter what, the earth realm to build a house is first-class fast.
In the first game of the quarterfinals, the eastern venue was faced by Fang Ze of the Canghai Realm against Hong Tao of the Thunder Realm.
Fang Ze, who hadn't appeared in front of everyone for a long time, had a cold expression, without his usual gentleness, but his strength was still beyond doubt.
Nuo Nuo's injuries stabilized, and he returned to Canghai first under the escort of Elder Bai and Hundred Beast Qi.
Nian Yang knew that during this time, Fang Ze must have been cultivating hard, he had already made up his mind to win, no matter who the opponent was, he would win.
As the same period as the foundation test, their fates have been very different. It is an indisputable fact that the gap between several people is widening.
Nian Yang's strength can be said to be the second strongest among these people, but he is not in a high sense of superiority, on the contrary, his situation is completely different from Fang Ze's. People rely on their strength, surpassing themselves, and shining through the ages. And he was by chance, went to the left side of the door, and cultivated to a yuan infancy.
Fang Ze had mastered several swordsmanship in the Eight Swords of Qiankun just by virtue of his cultivation in the Yuan Infant Period, and his future was even more limitless. However, Nian Yang didn't even know where he should go in his future practice, and he didn't know the exact direction.
"Come on, brother!" Ling'er shouted from the sidelines, and enthusiastic cheers erupted from the audience.
"To win!" gulhabagon clenched his fists in both hands, and his voice was like a bell. He is not a person who is good at expression, but Nian Yang can see from his eyes that he is very unwilling to lose in the fight with Hong Tao, his eyes are full of fighting spirit, but he has nowhere to vent, he can only pin all his hopes on Fang Ze.
"Come on, Xiaofang, teach that old boy a good lesson and give Gu Ye his anger. Fan Wen'er shouted next to Gulhabagun, using his hand as a trumpet.
The cheers of the Canghai Realm came and went, completely surpassing the Thunder Realm's side.
Looking at the Thunder Realm again, not only did the realm lord Fan Hong not come, but even the heads of those present were sparse. Speaking of which, the Thunder Realm is not a realm of affection in the first place, and their obsession with refining weapons is far greater than their love for people.
What's more, Hong Tao can't be regarded as their top master, and there are many people in the Thunder Realm who bet on him to lose.
Of the top 16 in this session, only the Thunder Realm accounted for five, the previous overlord Earth Realm only accounted for four, the Canghai Realm was unexpectedly good, accounting for three seats, and the Flame Realm and the Forest Realm were at the bottom, each accounting for two seats.
The two stood opposite each other on stage. Maybe everyone didn't feel Hong Tao's height when they fought against Gulhabagun, but standing with Fang Ze, they obviously felt Hong Tao's strength. His golden armor was radiant, and he stood in the middle of the arena like a god of war.
Hong Tao pulled down his mask, and his triangular head looked mysterious and terrifying. His fists condensed the true element in his body. The extremely high temperature rubbed against the air and was hissing.
Fang Ze held Dinghuang horizontally in front of his chest, and the Dinghuang sword body let out a long roar, and the surrounding air was disturbed.
"That action, is Kun's starting style, do you want to use the Qiankun Eight Swords as soon as you come up?" Ling'er said.
Fang Ze's speed was extremely fast, even if he didn't use the Wind Sword Technique, his sword skill cultivation was also first-class.
Suddenly, Fang Ze's figure had reached Hong Tao's face, and he slashed down with a sword. Hong Tao did not lag behind in his reaction, waving his fist gloves to resist, and a strong metallic sound penetrated the east venue.
"Ding Ding Ding!" The flying sword and the fist gloves kept colliding, each hitting everyone's hearts.
The Dinghuang long sword in Fang Ze's hand was constantly jumping, the terrain was kun, and every sword strike was not inferior to the 10,000-ton iron fist.
Hong Tao didn't stay too long in the first stage, and the resonance of the battle armor and the true element in his body became louder and louder. He took a big step back abruptly, more than a foot away from Fang Ze. The surface of the Golden Owl armor was smooth and flowing, and the wings on its back were spread out in an instant. Hong Tao actually flew into the sky.
"He can't take advantage of the ground, so he's going to attack from the air. Chen Wenshan opened the folding fan and said.
Everyone in the audience was amazed by the power of the golden owl's armor.
"Here it is, Rain of Arrows. Gulhabagon said loudly. He had suffered a loss in the second form, so he was very excited. Hong Tao's two-handed fists had been transformed into two-handed bows and arrows, and countless golden long arrows were fired in volleys behind him.
Fang Ze immediately leaned over, his body almost parallel to the ground, but the long sword in his hand was no longer the movement of the Eight Swords, but the starting style of Qian.
"Eight swords mixed!" Elder Gu couldn't help but shout.
It's too late, it's too soon, just when the rain of arrows is about to land. Fang Ze's golden afterimage suddenly appeared everywhere on the field, each afterimage had a different movement, but the combination was the action of one of the eight swords!
"Boom!" The ground sank by three centimeters, and the afterimage completed its dry movements in every corner of the venue, Fang Ze leaned over and stabbed down with a sword, and the huge rebound effect of the ground shattered all the golden arrows in mid-air.
Dusty sky.
Nian Yang covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve and waved his hand to dispel the smoke in front of him.
When the smoke cleared, the field stood in the midst of ruins, looking up. And in the sky, dust obscured the sky. Hong Tao's whole body really glowed with dazzling golden light, like another sun.
The Golden Owl Battle Armor had been pushed to the extreme, and Hong Tao's figure began to distort and deform under the refraction of the light.
The audience held their breath.
"It's time for the third stage. I don't know who shouted beside Nianyang.
The golden owl armor on Hong Tao's body faded quickly. The wings turned into four wings, the mask on his face turned into a mask like a magatama, and a hideous smile appeared in front of everyone, which was even more terrifying under the distorted body.
The long sword in Fang Ze's hand dissipated its light, and it was very physically exhausting to use the eight sword moves in a row.
The long sword is as clear as water, clinging to its side. Fang Ze opened his mouth and said slowly: "The Golden Owl is indeed a great battle armor, but according to your current strength, the third stage is already your limit. And that's not going to win me. ”