Before the wind could wrap around, and the people's eyes did not have time to blink, and there was no time to exclaim, the sword had already arrived in front of the blue-eyed youth, whose neck was about to be cut off, and whose head was about to fall, the overseer had prepared in advance. But he found that Bai Feng's sword was actually faster than he expected, and he still didn't have time to stop it.

It was a very short time clip, and the sound did not have time to spread, and there was silence around the ring, filled with an atmosphere of horror. In the end, the silence was broken, and the flow of time would be abnormal, was a very clear sound, not a sword clatter, nor the gurgling sound of the head falling to the ground, but a muffled pop. It's like a ripe fruit falling on solid ground and smashing into pieces. It's like a newly bought basketball being trampled on. It's more like a fist slamming into the dirt.

Of course, the most similar sound is the sound of a fist smashing into the dirt. Because that's what really happened, Bai Feng's iron sword was as fast as lightning, but the blue-eyed man's fist was even faster. His fist was so fast that no one could see it, not even a trace of the afterimage. Before the iron sword was half a foot away from his neck, his fist had already smashed into Bai Feng's face.

The unimaginably huge force fell with the fist, Bai Feng's face began to deform, the bridge of his nose collapsed, the corners of his mouth cracked, and countless blood bloomed in all directions like a blooming peony flower. Under the fist of the man with his eyes closed, Bai Feng's face looked like a puddle of mud. His neck bone snapped almost at the same time, hanging on his back like a ripe apple hanging from a branch. This picture looks a little scary and extremely weird.

The proud young man slowly fell to the ground, his cracked dry bones making a terrifying sound, and rolled in the ring several times before finally falling to the ground, fainting with the terrible smell of juice splashing.

There was a dead silence in the ring, and there was no sound. The referee looked at the blue-eyed young man in a trance. The crowd who had not had time to exclaim looked stunned and forgot to exclaim. The man with closed eyes looked at his fist, and there was a slight sign. Then he shook his head at Bai Feng, who had passed out, and said softly, "You don't understand what speed is at all. ”

This year was the first time he had participated in the Imperial Heroes, and he hadn't thought about seriously injuring anyone, but the other party's sword came a little fast, and the killing intent was too fierce. He couldn't help but wave it out casually, not having time to think, just relying on instinctive movements.

The blue-eyed youth stepped out of the ring, and the crowd of onlookers automatically parted like a tide. The uncles and aunts who had persuaded him also blushed and lowered their heads and didn't dare to look at his thin back. The overseer looked at the figure of the blue-eyed young man, raised his eyebrows slightly, and whispered to his subordinates: "Go and check his origin, Bai Feng is injured like this, how can the Bai family stop?"

The performance of the blue-eyed young man shocked this supervisor too much, because Bai Feng was a real young powerhouse, and when the overseer saw the picture of Bai Feng's lightning sword, he was already very sure in his heart, even if he was against Bai Feng, he had to be very careful. However, Bai Feng was defeated by the fist of an unknown blue-eyed youth! If Bai Feng is a real powerhouse, then what is this blue-eyed youth?

There were still fierce battles going on in the other rings in the Imperial Capital, and the progress of the Imperial Heroes was indeed simple and fast. As the battle progressed, only half of the candidates were left in each round, so it went faster and faster, and by noon, the whole process was already more than halfway through.

Many of the rings have already decided the winners, and fierce battles have begun according to the divisions, and the few rings near the Palace Observation Deck have already chosen the final candidates early on.

Because no one dared to challenge those few anymore, Liu Xinling, Shangguan Yu, and Li Jiasifan were already standing in their respective places. looked solemnly at the figures who seemed to be lonely in the ring, but in fact the two of them, their eyes were full of awe and worship.

The most eye-catching is Liu Xinling, the first master of the new generation of the empire, in the previous battle, the combat effectiveness shown was too terrifying, whether it was a genius from a super family, or a young powerhouse with a fame, she couldn't last a few seconds in her hands.

Everyone will take this for granted, three years ago to win the crown with absolute strength, and it has been another three years. Her strength has become stronger, who will be her opponent in the entire new generation? Just like many fans of Liu Xinling think.

Liu Xinling stood quietly in the ring, feeling the eyes cast around her, not intoxicated or impatient. The rest of the figures in the ring were also calm, whether it was the domineering Shangguan Yu or the mysterious Li Jiasifan. They are all real bigwigs, and they are used to being the center of popular attention.

All they had to do was wait calmly for the last few contestants to show up. You candidates don't care if it affects them or not. After so many battles, it must not be easy to kill the people who can be killed, but what amazing characters can appear in those remote and poor neighborhoods, how can they be threatened?

Once again, the eyes turned to the ring of the poor district group, which became the ring where the last candidate competed. A young man with thick eyebrows stood not far in front of the blue-eyed youth. His brow had been a little locked, and the murderous intent in his bright eyes was getting thicker and thicker. He lowered his voice and said contemptuously: "It's really good luck that you can make it all the way to this point. ”

The blue-eyed young man nodded with his hands on his shoulders and said, "My luck has always been good. ”

"Hehe!" the young man with thick eyebrows said coldly, "I think your luck should end here." ”

The blue-eyed young man glanced at him, his face as calm as water: "No matter how lucky you are, someone has to try it." ”

The thick-eyed young man began to get excited, and his left hand, which was not holding a sword, wiped his clothes, as if his palms were already sweaty, and walked towards the blue-eyed young man. It was not until he reached ten meters of the blue-eyed youth that he stopped.

The thick-eyed young man raised his eyebrows, and his heart was even more excited, but after countless fights and lessons in the past, he developed a situation where he would never make a move without determining the strength of the other party.

"You're not from the Imperial?" The appearance of the blue-eyed young man is very different from that of the Imperial, and it can even be said that he looks like a high-level warrior in the Dark Realm. Looking at the blue-eyed young man standing tall and holding his hands, he asked indifferently.

The blue-eyed young man shook his head, "Since it's a ring match, we just need to fight for the winner, so why do you care about this?"