At this moment, everyone looked at Ling Chen and Yang Zhe on the stage, and they were all patiently waiting for the results.

In the round of battle just now, Ling Chen was obviously at a disadvantage, and now, everyone was looking forward to it, wondering if Ling Chen had any other means. The dignified apprentice of Su Lao should not only have this ability.

After thinking about it, I saw Ling Chen tighten the shield in his hand, touch his waist with his right hand, and pull out the Tianling Blade, just like an ancient warrior, put the shield in front of him, and put on a defensive posture.

Looking at Ling Chen's actions, Yang Zhe lifted the wide-backed broadsword and shook his head gently. I thought that Ling Chen had some new means, but he didn't expect it to be the same old routine, which made him a little disappointed.

Seeing Yang Zhe walking step by step with a big knife in his hand, Ling Chen fearlessly held the shield and stepped forward. Looking at him, it seems that he has forgotten the embarrassment when he was attacked just now.

"Up!"

With a soft shout, Yang Zhe jumped up from the floor, raised the big knife above the top with both hands, and with a fierce might, he slashed Huashan with one move, and slashed straight at the top of Ling Chen's head.

The blade had not yet approached, but the cold wind had already struck, like a strong wind swept in, blowing extremely painful on the cheeks.

Ling Chen squinted his eyes, raised the shield on his left hand slightly, and bent his knees, ready to withstand Yang Zhe's heavy blow.

Clang!

With a crisp sound, Ling Chen's body sank down suddenly, only to feel the power on the shield like a thousand jun, and he almost sat on the ground. Fortunately, the Tianling Blade in his right hand supported the pillar to the ground in time, so he barely stabilized his body and did not fall to the ground.

However, this knife block was blocked, but Ling Chen was not comfortable. Anyone who bears such a heavy attack will probably not feel good. What's more, the difference in strength between Ling Chen and Yang Zhe is so big. At this moment, a knife fell, Ling Chen felt that his left arm was almost numb, trembling slightly, and it was a little difficult to even lift a shield.

Seeing Ling Chen's embarrassed appearance, the onlookers secretly shook their heads, and actually fought hard with Yang Zhe, isn't this purely looking for death.

Judging from the current battle situation, as long as there are no accidents, the final winner of this competition should be Wang Hao.

As long as Yang Zhe wins this victory, he can successfully advance to the top four, and at that time, there will be two masters and two tiger masters in the top four, and the final winner will definitely be selected between the two masters of the top list. Although Wang Hao and Yang Zhe were both among the top three masters among the disciples of Yangxin Pavilion, Wang Hao was recognized by everyone as the first, and Yang Zhe was only ranked third. Moreover, Wang Hao has been in retreat for two years this time, and his strength has risen sharply, which may be a big step away from the strength of Yang Tao and Yang Zhe.

Judging by this, among the disciples of the Heart Cultivation Pavilion, I am afraid that no one can defeat Wang Hao.

However, there are no absolutes.

In terms of strength alone, Wang Hao's strength definitely has nothing to say. However, because of this, there is an unwritten rule in the Yangxin Pavilion. In addition to the competition of strength, they can also compare their respective means. In the ring, there may be no one who is Wang Hao's opponent, but when it comes to the ring, everything is difficult to say. Maybe someone will make a trick to injure and cripple Wang Hao, so that he can't go to power. At that point, the final victor will surely be someone else's.

Therefore, even though they saw that Ling Chen's strength was not as good as Yang Zhe, everyone still gathered around the ring, watching with relish, and had no intention of leaving.

Because everyone knows that there are too many variables in this kind of competition, and no one knows what will happen next.

Clang!

At this time, another crisp sound came.

As the voice sounded, everyone immediately turned their attention to the stage. At this time, under Yang Zhe's heavy blow, Ling Chen held his shield high, took a few steps back, and almost fell off the edge of the ring.

Two swords in a row, almost shattering Ling Chen's defenses. Not only that, but even the surface of the shield was cut with two deep marks by the broad-backed broadsword. If it weren't for the fact that the shield was hard enough, I am afraid that it would have been split in half by Yang Zhe with a knife.

At this moment, Ling Chen took a deep breath, slowly stood up straight, raised his eyes to look at Yang Zhe, and frowned slightly.

He seems to have underestimated Yang Zhe's strength, before coming, Su He had instructed him that if he faced an opponent who was more powerful than himself, try to use static braking to consume the opponent's physical strength, so that the opponent would have a flaw sooner or later. At that point, it will be his chance to fight back.

However, after such a long time, Yang Zhe's physical strength did not decline at all, but became more and more courageous. On the contrary, it was himself, after continuous battles, his physical energy was rapidly depleted, and if he continued like this, he would be defeated sooner or later, and there would be no chance of turning defeat into victory.

After thinking about it, Yang Zhe rushed up again with a big knife.

Seeing this situation, Ling Chen didn't think about it, his arm shook suddenly, and the shield in his hand flew out like a flying saucer, hitting Yang Zhe's forehead.

The shield flew closer, Yang Zhe shook his wrist, and slashed with a wide-backed broadsword weighing 100 catties, instantly splitting the shield to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Zhe's speed under his feet did not decrease, and he rushed over in a straight line, forcing in front of Ling Chen in the blink of an eye. The big sword was held high, and the blade was sharp, like a thunderbolt, slashing towards the top of Ling Chen's head.

The speed of the big knife was extremely fast, almost to the peak, Ling Chen didn't even have time to raise his head, only to see an afterimage flashing, and the sharp knife wind almost cut his skin painfully.

At this moment, Ling Chen's brain didn't have time to react, and instinctively raised the Tianling Blade, stubbornly resisting the attack of the big knife.

Clang!

The swords touched, Ling Chen suddenly felt that his arm was weak, his mouth was numb, and the Tianling blade fell to the ground with a 'clang'.

However, the momentum of the big knife in Yang Zhe's hand did not decrease, and it drove straight in, slashing straight towards Ling Chen's chest.

Win or lose!

Seeing this scene, everyone held their breath and waited for the results to appear.

Under the gaze of everyone, the blade of the broadsword finally fell, resting firmly on Ling Chen's right shoulder.

Hey?

The onlookers in the audience were stunned, originally thinking that the victory and defeat had been divided, but they didn't expect such a situation to occur.

Although Yang Zhe's big knife fell, it did not hit Ling Chen's vital point. On the contrary, the blade of the big knife was caught by Ling Chen with both hands.

It was only at this time that everyone remembered that Ling Chen had a pair of silk gloves with a hard texture that could resist the damage of the sword. It was also thanks to those silk gloves that Ling Chen was able to save the day and withstand Yang Zhe's attack at the last moment.

Looking at the blade in Ling Chen's hand, Yang Zhe's face sank slightly, and with a slight touch of his toe, his right leg was instantly raised, kicking Ling Chen fiercely.

Bang!

After eating Yang Zhe's flying leg, Ling Chen's body immediately flew up and fell heavily on the floor.

Burst!

Ling Chen opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, his body seemed to have lost his strength, and he collapsed on the ground, not getting up for a while.

(End of chapter)