After a whole month of competition, the Flying Feather Gate Championship has finally come to an end.

During this period, many outstanding minor monks made the spectators shine, and there were many casual cultivators, although they failed to advance to the finals, but they were accepted by various sects with their excellent personal performance.

Yu Fu, the eldest disciple of Lianxiumen, Lin Tong and Wu Yu (Ayu), the contemporary senior brothers of Feiyumen, and Feng Nian, the little monk who refused to directly advance to the third round, the four of them directly advanced to the top four and went to the end.

The final round of finals is about to begin...... The four played two games during the finals. In the first match, the first and second competitors will be promoted to the third and fourth competitors, and in the second match, the two winners of the first game will determine the first and second place, and the two losers in the first game will determine the third place.

At this time, the rest of the fighting arena has been lowered, leaving only the middle two fighting platforms.

The four will be matched by a random draw. The lottery cylinder is in Zhou Tian's hand, and there are four wooden sticks in the tube, two one, two two. The person who draws the same number is the opponent in this one.

"Please come forward and draw lots. ”

The four of them stepped forward in turn, drew a lot in the tube, and then stood in a row.

"Please show your signature. ”

At the sound of an order, the four of them raised the wooden sticks in their hands, and the wooden sticks were marked with numbers on both sides, and several people clearly saw each other's grouping when they showed it to outsiders.

Zhou Tian stepped forward to look at them one by one, then put away the wooden sticks in the hands of the four of them and walked to the high platform.

The sound of a drum "dong ......" immediately attracted the attention of the spectators in the stands to the high platform.

Zhou Tian said: "The first game of the finals. ”

"No. 1 Doutai: Lianxiumen Yu Fu vs. Feiyumen Lin Tong; ”

"Four contestants are in their seats, the race is about to begin. ”

After Zhou Tian finished announcing, the four of them walked to their respective platforms with interest. As soon as they stepped on the platform, the protective shield of the platform opened on its own, enveloping the four of them.

Wu Yu looked at the little monk in front of him who had broken through to the top four all the way, and he was extremely vigilant in his heart. He knew that this person was far from being as harmless as he seemed on the outside.

Feng Nian was one of the four people who worked together to kill the evil cultivator at that time, and he was also the only one who refused to advance directly to the third round. But his strength was not as ordinary as he said at that time.

This man has a baby face, a young face, and a great love of laughter, and his weapon is nothing more than an inconspicuous broadsword, and he is not the kind of person who is aggressive in appearance. In the first and second rounds, his performance was decent, and he was not outstanding.

Until the third round, one hundred into sixteen. He suddenly made a hard effort to reach the semi-finals, but he was not as impressive among the sixteen. Just when everyone thought that this little friar's strength was nothing more than this and should stop there, he was shocked to enter the top four and break into the final.

Good guy, this kid has been hiding his strength. With the strength he is showing now, even if he is only a fourth place in the end, there are many sects vying for him.

Before Wu Yu could say anything, Feng Nian bowed his hand first: "I have heard for a long time that Monk Wu Yu of Feiyumen is extraordinary, and it is really the luck of the kid to compete on the same stage today." ”

This is said with courtesy and propriety. No matter how defensive Wu Yu is, he is embarrassed to look at others directly. So he returned the salute as well.

"Prizes. But he only spit out two words, and he didn't want to say more to him.

Somehow, after being reprimanded by Xue Ya last time, Wu Yu changed his previous babbling style and became taciturn. Maybe it was also the precipitation of his personality that helped him go all the way to the finals.

Feng Nian was bored and not embarrassed at all, he had seen more people than Wu Yu's indifference, and it was already good to give a response like this.

He didn't open his mouth anymore, he waited there with a big sword, calmed down, put his body into a state of readiness, and rushed to kill immediately when the bell rang.

And on the other bucket platform, the big disciple of the Flying Feather Sect faced the big disciple of the Lianxiu Sect. The two who have the same identity, status, and strength are coincidentally divided into a group, which is very interesting for spectators.

Is it the eldest disciple of the Feiyu Sect who is superior, or is the eldest disciple of Lian Xiumen who is superior in chess?

In a sense, this represents the competition between the entire second generation of disciples of Feiyumen and Lianxiumen. So neither of them dared to hold it up, nor did they dare to take it lightly. They are all prepared to meet the most formidable opponents.

"Knock~" In anticipation, the bell for the start of the game finally rang.

Almost at the same moment as the sound, the four people on the stage moved.

Let's look at the duel between the two big disciples first.

Yu Fu represents the glory of the entire Lian Xiumen, and from the moment he stands here, his only goal is to win. Therefore, Lin Tong is the one he must overcome.

Lin Tong's pressure is more than Yu Fu's, what is the whole world comparing for? Revive the prestige of the Flying Feather Gate, if you let others win, the Flying Feather Gate will really be a stepping stone for others.

Lin Tong shot faster, one hand snow shadow swordsmanship made the wind and water, the sword body moved with the wrist, quickly piercing in the air, each stabbing sword left a little aura impact in the air and embodied white spots, like the image of a snowflake frozen in the air, it was a sword shadow snowflake.

The sword shadow snowflake rushed straight towards Yu Fu under the push of the tip of the sword, and quickly expanded in the process, and when it got close to Yu Fu, it had already become half a meter in diameter.

Yu Fu's first disciple of Lian Xiumen was not in vain, the tip of the sword he wanted to attack rotated in the air, quickly drawing one after another spiritual sword shadows, and finally his right hand waved out, and many sword shadows stabbed straight towards the snowflakes, every time he hit the red heart, like a sharpshooter who must hit the target.

The snowflakes exploded in the air one by one under the dash of the spiritual power sword shadow, and even the appearance of the explosion was extremely beautiful, as gorgeous as the fireworks of the mortal world festival, and the snow-white pattern added a touch of coldness.

The aura of the snowflake explosion forced the two of them to take a step back at the same time, Lin Tong's eyes flashed, and he ignored the aura of the snowflake explosion in the middle of the way and forced him to raise his sword and kill closely.

Yu Fu's eyes flashed with surprise, and he gritted his teeth and raised his sword to rush forward, he must not let Lin Tong seize the opportunity again.

The two of them intersected and let out a long roar, as if they were both soothing by this free fight.

For a while, the sword shadows were one after another, and the figures were staggered, and the two big disciples were like needles facing Mai Mang on this fighting platform, and they did not give in to each other at all.

If the two people here are the same and indistinguishable as everyone expected, then the two people on the other stage really made the spectators fall through their eyes.

The moment the war drums sounded, Wu Yu raised his sword and rushed to kill, and with a move, the cloud sword volleyed into the air, and the momentum was huge, and it was close to Feng Nian's face.

Feng Nian, who wanted to attack directly, saw this offensive but did the opposite, and firmly held his foot, as if he was on the defensive. Just when everyone sighed that Feng Nian had fallen into the wind, he raised his knife and slashed horizontally and vertically, and the strength of the horizontal chopping knife easily eliminated Wu Yu's compelling sword qi, and the vertical slashing blade shadow followed one after another, killing Wu Yu by surprise.

Wu Yu's eyes widened, and he quickly turned sideways and leaned back dangerously and narrowly avoided the sharp knife. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he was chasing after a knife that weighed more than a thousand catties, Wu Yu didn't think much about it, and he turned around in the air to dodge a blow.

Wu Yu hid in a hurry and described as embarrassed. The audience booed and sang for him.

On the other hand, Feng Nian's little face was calm and calm, with a vague smile. Carrying a big knife that was not very brilliant and slashing in the wind, it was obviously just an understatement to shake his hand and wave the knife, but he forced Wu Yu to retreat again and again.

At this moment, in the eyes of everyone, he is reversing the inconspicuous image before the game, and everyone agrees that this is a peerless master who is not obvious. All the officials cheered, and the scattered cultivation camp even cheered through the sky, and they all cheered excitedly for Feng Nian.

However, in a few moves, Wu Yu was completely suppressed by Feng Nian, and he knew that he must not continue to develop this situation, which was really unfavorable to him.

Wu Yu let out a loud shout, and the sword in his hand pierced out at a strange angle, but his body was exposed to the strength of Feng Nian's sword, but in the blink of an eye, he was already in rags and his skin was open.

The sword he stabbed also had the desired effect at such a cost, and Feng Nian was unexpectedly stabbed through the arm by the tip of the sword.

Feng Nian frowned, and no longer smiled and grinned. The right hand slashed upward, forcing Wu Yu to withdraw the sword of the left arm of the stroke.

Wu Yu put away his sword and retreated, and Feng Nian stood with a horizontal sword. The two returned to the opposing posture they had at the beginning.

Wu Yu exchanged the price of exposing himself to the sword wind for a little respite, but in general, his injuries were indeed much heavier than Feng Nian.

"Tick-tock..."A drop of blood slipped from the wound on Feng Nian's arm, smashing into the bucket and splashing a blood flower on the platform. Feng thought of the color and looked at Wu Yu, who was even more embarrassed.

Wu Yu's wound was even more terrifying, the wound that was cut was already flesh and blood, and the oozing blood stained the entire placket on his chest.

The two looked at each other coldly, as if they had a spirit in their hearts, and at the same time, a sword and a sword staggered in the air, and the explosion of spiritual power collision made the protective shield tremble. The referee on the periphery was shocked by the cold and almost fell off the stage.

Ah Lai, who had been playing soy sauce, somehow watched Wu Yu's fight with Feng Nian seriously. Probably because of his surname Feng, he always unconsciously fell into some distant memories.

Feng Nian is indeed not to be underestimated, he can defeat Wu Yu at the beginning with the same response, and Wu Yu will not be his opponent under the collision again.

The two of them made hundreds of moves back and forth, and the speed and attack were so fast that it was astonishing.

In the end, Feng Nian was superior, he waved his big knife and attacked alternately left and right with his dexterous body, so that Wu Yu was really unable to defend and was in a hurry.

Left, right, left, right, no, the moment he realized that the defense was in the air, Feng Nian's big knife was already in his neck.

Finally came, Wu Yu actually breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, but he still lost.

Feng Nian is a very powerful opponent, he is not only superb, but also has excellent tactics, and the most terrifying thing is that he is less afraid of death than Wu Yu, and he is more aggressive.

So he won, and from the first moment he fell into the downwind, he knew that this person, he couldn't defeat. As if relieved, he breathed a sigh of relief, but he was not as silent as he was at the beginning, and took the initiative to bow to Feng Nian, who had received the knife.

"The strength of the Wind Monk is outstanding, and Wu Yu is convinced. ”

At the end of the battle, Feng Nian returned to that baby-faced and pleasing appearance, and he was a little happy to see Wu Yu taking the initiative to show goodwill.

He smiled: "Passing the prize." He stepped down with a knife and didn't say much.

Hearing his two words, Wu Yu suddenly remembered that he had won a prize at the beginning.

Seriously won the prize.