C980 Wind and Cloud Cloud Seven
C980 Wind and Cloud Cloud Seven
Jin Tongming said with a livid face, "Who sent this kind of trash? Can you even say such words? He wants to die and doesn't want to drag us down. What a fool. "
Jin Tianfeng nodded in agreement and said, "This trash can win this battle. When we go back, pick out his leg tendons for me. We must give everyone an explanation."
Just as the two of them were discussing, a fight had already begun on the stage. Mo Dapeng's sword was shorter than other people's swords, but it was longer than a short sword. This length was very hard to adapt to.
Moreover, he had a pair of dual swords, one in the front and the other in the back. The way he attacked was very strange, and it could be said that it was impossible to guard against.
Although his attack speed was not as fast as Pu Yuan and Nie Xiao's, it seemed to be very stable. This kind of stability made people go crazy, and it also made people very anxious.
Jin Jia was not as good as his mouth. After a dozen exchanges, they slowly fell into a disadvantageous position. Their legs were still kicking flowers and flowers, but in fact, they were unable to catch up with their strength.
Mo Dapeng twisted the backhand sword and twisted one of his legs. Then, he pulled the sword outward and broke the tendons in his leg. Then, he thrust the other sword at lightning speed, blinding the opponent's eyes.
He took two steps back and said, "I won't kill you today, but it took you a lot of effort and a pair of eyes and a leg. You have to know some things in the future. You can't afford to offend anyone."
Zhao Yiming and the others had won the competition. Two of the Seven Star Swordsmen hadn't appeared yet. As long as these two people won one of the matches, they would be considered to have won completely.
Song Weijun's body flashed as he stepped onto the arena. His opponent was a very sturdy young man. He came from the Orthodox Academy, and his name was Fan Jun.
His weapon was a long spear. Very few people in the Golly used this kind of weapon. This showed that his opponent was very confident in him, and didn't put others in his eyes.
The spear was a very difficult weapon to practice. It was a Lunar Staff that could be used for a lifetime. However, those who could practice the spear well had all extraordinary abilities. Moreover, a spear was a weapon that would never lose out in a fight with any weapon.
Fan Jun waved the long spear in his hand and thrust it towards his opponent's face. He used the Six-Joint Spear Technique, which was completely bold and open, and used violence to suppress others.
Song Weijun's weapon was a wide sword. He was also considered a strength type player. The wide sword was much wider than the other swords, and it also had more strength when he swung it.
These two guys were like iron, clanking nonstop. It was difficult to determine the victor for a while, but Song Weijun had the upper hand.
After the two of them waved their hands for more than ten times, Fan Jun suddenly waved his spear. The spearhead suddenly shot out. It turned out that the spearhead and the spear shaft were connected by chains.
He then grabbed the chain with his hand. The spear shaft was quickly flung away, turning into a chain spear. It was even more strange to use.
Song Wei Jun's original fighting style was based on the opponent using a long spear. Now that the opponent suddenly changed his weapon, he seemed to be a little uncomfortable for a moment.
Fan Jun suddenly swung the chain and firmly tied up his broadsword. The spearhead was taken off the chain and used as a dagger.
Song Weijun had completely fallen into a passive position. Very soon, he lost the ability to fight back. After struggling for a few more moves, his opponent stabbed the spearhead into his chest.
Song Weijun's defeat was beyond everyone's expectation. Everyone broke out in a cold sweat. The situation had become even worse. The remaining two people on the other side must be Jin Tianfeng and Jin Tongming.
As for Zhao Yiming, he and Lu Ziyun were the only ones left on his side. In the eyes of outsiders, their odds of winning were not high. Zhao Yiming and the others didn't think that they were capable enough, and Lu Ziyun couldn't handle the situation alone.
Lu Ziyun secretly took a deep breath. In a flash, he appeared on the stage. When he saw Jin Tianfeng walking up from below, his heart skipped a beat.
Jin Tianfeng waved the folding fan in his hand and said, "I hope you can give me a pleasant surprise. If you don't want to die, you can choose to break your tendons, kneel down and kowtow before me, and admit defeat. I will let you live."
Lu Ziyun pulled out the Longsword from his waist and said, "Don't exaggerate there. We haven't even started a fight yet, so it's hard to tell who will win and who will lose."
The weapon that Lu Ziyun used was a soft sword. Its overall attack was also very strange. As the saying goes, the wind and clouds had no form. His sword technique was hard to understand.
Furthermore, he had seen Jin Tianfeng and Piao Yunfeng fight before, and knew that there was a mechanism in Jin Tianfeng's fan. Therefore, he also increased his vigilance and did not use any of his moves.
The two of them fought at lightning speed. In the blink of an eye, more than a hundred moves had been exchanged. Because Lu Ziyun did not seek success, he only sought success. Jin Tianfeng could not do anything to him in a short period of time.
However, there was still a gap between the two of them. After another dozen or so moves, Lu Ziyun couldn't hold on any longer. His sword technique was already in disorder.
Jin Tianfeng pressed on the fan bone with his hand and two steel needles flew out. These two steel needles were glowing with a blue light and contained deadly poison.
Lu Ziyun couldn't dodge in time and was hit on the shoulder by one of the steel needles. The opponent didn't give him the chance to use his martial art to force out the poison and quickly attacked again.
His eyes had already started to fade. In the end, the opponent used the short blade in his fan to cut off his throat and kicked him off the arena.
At this moment, there was an uproar below. He did not expect that the famous Seven Star Swordsman would actually die in battle from yesterday until today. It was truly inconceivable.
Now, the focus was on the last match. Zhao Yiming was fighting Jin Tongming, but no one thought highly of Zhao Yiming. After all, his opponent's reputation was well-known, and it was not easy to get along with him.
Zhao Yiming walked onto the arena with a smile on his face. He looked at Jin Tongming who had also walked onto the arena and said, "I didn't expect that it would be you and me who will win in the end. I will beat you to death."
Jin Tongming snorted from his nose and said, "I will keep my word if you just say that you don't practice fake moves. If you kneel down and kowtow three times to me now, I will let you live."
Zhao Yiming twitched his mouth and said, "I will keep my word. Even if you kneel down and kowtow nine times to me, I will not let you go. I will beat you to death."
Jin Tongming shouted angrily, "Since you are so ignorant, don't blame me."
As he spoke, he lunged forward in a flash. He didn't expect Zhao Yiming to smile coldly and use the Thousand Hand Tathagata Fist. Everyone could see the fist shadows that filled the sky.
Soon after, the sound of fists hitting flesh could be heard. After the fist shadows dissipated, Zhao Yiming stood there leisurely. In front of him was a pile of rotten flesh.
They could vaguely recognize that it was Jin Tongming. His bones had been broken by his opponent, and he had died just like that.