It's too late, it's too soon. I saw that Qingfeng's waist strength was unloaded, and a lazy donkey rolled aside again. The fine steel rod smashed into the ring with the whirring cold wind against Qing Feng's ear.

Blue Blade spun around a few times, away from Moen in a furious state in the center of the field, he didn't want to get too entangled with Moen with the murder weapon in hand. This guy still has two brushes to be the head student of the junior college. Not to mention anything else, just looking at these skillful stick offensives, you can know their attainments in martial arts.

These few rabbits have risen and fallen, ** have been repeated, the situation is changeable, and the audience is fascinated and addicted to seeing the audience on the sidelines. Qingfeng was about to stretch out his right hand and compare the arrogant three again, when the angry Moen had already pulled out his fine steel rod and chased after him. Qing Feng smiled bitterly, and resolutely turned around and rushed out in the stunned eyes of the audience. The other party has a murder weapon in hand, and now is not the time to pretend to be forced.

The audience was still expecting how Qingfeng would meet the enemy, but who knew that he would retreat so simply. You know, judging from the previous results, the speed of Blue Edge is definitely far faster than Moen. Coupled with the success of three moves, Qingfeng has already taken the lead in small points. Could it be that he really wants to learn from Ward and win by small scores?

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Blue Point, of course, has no plans to do so. But Qingfeng is not stupid, and the strength of a martial artist with weapons and without weapons can be described as a difference between cloud and mud. He wouldn't use his flesh and blood to defend a murder weapon that could kill a demonic beast.

Running, only by constantly running, will Moen show his flaws. Blue Blade doesn't want to play anymore, as long as he is given another close chance, he will not hesitate to end the game. However, Moen, who seemed to be crazy, didn't want to give him this chance.

Blue Blade constantly changed shapes, dodging Moen's seemingly messy but methodical iron rod. Several times, the fine steel rod almost brushed the green edge, pulling out long blood-dripping wounds, faintly painful.

Qing Feng was sweating profusely, and the fierce dodge also made Qing Feng's breathing a little short. Although there were several occasions when Blue Blade seized the opportunity to get close, Moen quickly remedied, and again and again to no avail.

Moen wasn't much better. As the attacker, he spent far more energy than Qingfeng. Each missed swing is a huge drain on the already small amount of stamina. Moen really wanted to get Blue Blade to stand still and let him smash it a few times, even if it was just a fantasy.

As the minutes ticked by, the game seemed to enter a torturous stalemate. The audience held their breath and watched the thrilling competition on the field. It seems that if you are not careful, the wonderful moment will slip away.

There was silence in the audience, except for the fierce sound of the steel rods waving on the field and the sound of the two of them panting like cows.

There are five minutes left to wrap up the game. Looking at the opponent who was still dodging like a spirit monkey, Moen was angry. Moen was sure that with just one click, he would be able to defeat the outspoken junior. However, he couldn't catch the green front jumping around.

"Grass mud horse, you wild boy with a father and no mother! There is a kind of face to face with the uncle and I show the carriage and horse a few times, don't hide around like a **!"

Moen, who was almost desperate, still cared about what image he had at the moment. He didn't want to just go away, he couldn't accept it. As the head student of the junior college, he couldn't afford to lose this person! It's just that as soon as he finished shouting this sentence, Moen felt that something was wrong.

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Quiet, so quiet opposite. There was no heavy breathing, no running footsteps, and no shouts when attacking back.

Moen looked intently, and what caught his eye was a pair of fierce blood-red eyes!

Danger! Moen instinctively sensed something was wrong. He was in an offensive stance, and he suddenly retreated a few steps, and saw a bruised fist burst through the air and hit him in his original position. What followed was a loud bang like a big drum. Moen felt a ringing in his ears, and his head seemed to be smashed, and he suddenly became dizzy.

Moen shook his head a few times in an attempt to calm himself down.

When he looked closely, he saw that Qingfeng had already killed in front of him. And the ground five steps away in front of him was trampled out of a large pit about ten centimeters deep by Qing Feng with his feet.

Moen gasped. Seems like he's messing with something he shouldn't be messing with!, but luckily, now that he's willing to go head-to-head with me, I still have a chance in this match. Don't blame me for being ruthless, if you want to blame, blame you for being too naïve.

If it's a life-and-death duel, the opponent will care what means you use, how despicable and how you come. As long as the final victory is achieved, the process is not the winner's decision. History is always written by the victors.

Moen chuckled a few times. In the frightened screams of the little girls on the sidelines, they raised their fine steel rods and smashed them down according to Qingfeng, who was standing still at the moment.

"Boom!"

With a muffled metallic sound, the fine steel rod finally hit the entity, and the heavy force caused the fine steel rod to bounce back.

Moen frowned. This kid is too ruthless!

Although he already knew that Qingfeng was ready to fight him. But when Qing Feng directly met the fine steel rod that claimed to be able to break stones and gold with both arms, Moen's eyes still shrank unconsciously. If it were an ordinary person, this time, his arms would definitely have been broken.

However, now is not the time for mercy. Looking at the blood-red eyes, Moen picked up the steel rod again.

One, two, three...... As the two of them defended harder, the cold sweat on Moen's forehead accumulated. Qing Feng was still in front of him again and again to meet his fine steel rod, like a 10,000-year-old Xiaoqiang, no matter how he fights, he can't be killed. And, unknowingly, he forced Moen to the sidelines.

Moen was a little timid. Several times he wanted to give up the game and turn around and leave.

Moen is human, and he doesn't want to fight against a monster-like green blade. However, with such an opportunity in front of him, how could Moen be willing to give up?

Holding back the fear in his heart, Moen smashed the fine steel rod at Qingfeng again and again. He didn't believe that the strength of his flesh could withstand the blows of metal. As long as Qingfeng's arms are abolished, victory will belong to him!

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"There's still one minute to go!" the referee on the sidelines reminded him.

Moen was dripping with cold sweat on his forehead, and he was once again confronted by Qingfeng.

"Thirty seconds left in the game!"

Looking at the green blade in front of him, who was still stubbornly resisting, Moen almost collapsed. What kind of thing is this, it actually relied on the strength of the flesh alone, and it was hard to bombard the steel rod for more than ten minutes.

"No, I can't lose!"

Moen held up the fine steel rod alof, and used all his strength to make a Zuihou fight.

"Ah...... Ahh This time, you must knock him down, definitely!

It's just that, through that gap, Moen saw a pair of cold, bloody eyes that looked like a dead corpse and had no emotion. Moen's heart tightened, and the fine steel rod he smashed down shifted slightly to the left side. It was this subconscious action that saved his life.

The bloody fist reappeared in his field of vision, fearlessly facing the fine steel rod that broke through the air. At this moment, Moen had no more thoughts in his mind. He was waiting, waiting for either the steel rod to end this crazy competition, or he would be forced back by Qingfeng again. However, the merciless fact slapped him in the face once again.

The moment the steel rod made contact with his fist, Moen distinctly heard a crisp noise. Immediately afterward, he unbelievably discovered that there was a trace of abnormality in the treasure that he had carried with him for many years.

A clear crack appeared where the blue blade hammered. And as time passed, starting from that crack, countless cobweb-like cracks filled with fine steel rods.

In an instant, the unbreakable fine steel rod was broken by Qing Feng's angry fist. Then, Iron Fist came straight at him with a howling cold wind without stopping.

A feeling of pain came out of my heart. Looking down, Qing Feng's remaining fist was imprinted directly on his chest.

Moen only felt a sweetness in his mouth, his feet were in the air, and the Qingfeng in front of him slowly moved away from him, gradually disappearing into a blood-red mist......

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It took a long time for Moen to slowly wake up with the help of rescue volunteers on the sidelines.

Looking at the lone figure standing proudly on the field and the cheers around him that had not dissipated for a long time, Moen smiled bitterly. You don't have to guess to know you're defeated.

The two figures jumped into the middle at the same time and came to the side of Qing Feng. Two crystalline brilliances, one blue and one green, shrouded Qing Feng's body one after another, and the water magic and wood magic repaired the blood-stained flesh at the same time.

Halfway, the blood red in Qing Feng's eyes gradually faded. As soon as he returned to normal, Qing Feng felt a weakness in his body, and a sharp pain came from between his arms.

"Ah...... Pain!" Qing Feng frowned and bared his teeth.

"Tsk, great hero, do you know the pain? I thought you were made of steel, and you actually met the fine steel rod with your flesh and blood. Yes, you!" Vess stretched out his finger and tapped Qingfeng's head, crossed his waist, and teased fiercely.

"Did you win?" Qingfeng was a little confused.

"You don't know what you're doing, and your opponent is lying on the sidelines. If it weren't for the steel rod blocking it, look at that jiashi, this blow would kill him!" Li Tiande nodded and gestured.

"Just now, I just felt like I was dazed, and I couldn't remember anything. Qing Feng shook his head and smiled innocently.

"If you don't remember, congratulations on making it to the quarterfinals. Li Tiande said helplessly.

"Me, promoted?"

"It's not you, listen to the cheers of the audience!"

Qingfeng listened carefully, and it was really full of "Duan Qingfeng" who kept shouting.

"Like, it's really me. Qing Feng smiled innocently and touched the back of his head embarrassedly.

"......" Li Tiande.

"......" Weiss.

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"Senior, I have to admit that you are very strong. Qing Feng slowly stepped out of the ring and came to Moen, who was being carried on a stretcher.

"But I still lost. Congratulations on making it to the top 8, and please strive to win a good place for your school. Moen struggled to squeeze out a smile, but the smile was worse than crying.

"You can do that, as long as you win the repechage. ”

"I think it won't work this year. I checked it just now, and three ribs on my chest were broken, and because it was close to my heart, it was not good to fully restore the magic, so I had to recuperate slowly. Moen closed his eyes helplessly. "Besides, even if you barely participate, you may encounter another monster in the 11th edition. Do you think I can get past him in this state?"

"No!" Qingfeng replied very dryly, without a hint of a turn. The words all showed confidence in Sikujes, who voluntarily abstained.

Moen couldn't help but be stunned, this thing is too straightforward.

"I want to ask, you have already had the advantage before, why do you want to defend me halfway? You know, I used a weapon......

"Because you have no virtue in your mouth, and you have involved my relatives!" Qing Feng shouted viciously.

The corners of Moen's mouth twitched unconsciously, and he really wanted to slap himself a few times. Isn't this self-inflicted sin?

"There's one more problem. Moen asked weakly.

"You have a lot of questions!" Seeing the call of pig friends and dogs in the distance, Qingfeng became a little impatient.

"Is your body made of steel?" Moen squinted at Qing Feng's expression, and finally asked the doubts in his heart.

"Secret!" a wicked smile curled into the corners of Qing Feng's mouth.

Qingfeng turned to leave, and soon merged into the crowd celebrating his promotion. Moen, who was lying on a stretcher, looked at the sky alone and smiled bitterly.

"What a monster!"

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