C62 All of Them Had Entered the Finals
C62 All of Them Had Entered the Finals
With Yunqing's experience, she could naturally tell that the power contained in the Subduing Devil Pestle in Yun Tiankong's hand wasn't any weaker than the attack of a Ninth Rank of Qi Stage warrior. Although she had great confidence in Ye Bufan, he was only a Seventh Rank of Qi Stage after all. Yunqing was also uncertain if she could withstand this attack.
"Do you think Junior Brother Ye can take it? If he can't, we will admit defeat. We can't let Junior Brother Ye get hurt! Lee Zhile carefully asked Yunqing. "This is the unique skill of the Head Palace Master. It is a sword that can lift the sky! After all, Yunqing and Ye Bufan's close relationship was not a secret in the Aoyun Sect. As the leader of the Blue Dragon Palace, Lee Zhile naturally had the right to admit defeat!
"He can!" For some reason, when Lee Zhile asked, Yunqing suddenly had a firm belief in her heart: He can!
On the arena, Ye Bufan looked at Yun Tiankong's appearance with a solemn expression. His right hand shook slightly and a majestic inner strength quickly gathered in the dragon's roar through his meridians.
The dragon's roar flashed with a dazzling silver light. The formation engraved on the sword was quickly activated by Ye Bufan's inner strength.
A sword that could hold up the sky!
Wind Chasing Lightning!
The two of them shouted at the same time. It was hard to tell who attacked first!
A golden light and silver light gathered from two different directions towards the center of the ring. The masked referee, who had been prepared for this, drew a circle on his left and right palms, forming an invisible air shield in front of him.
The spectating disciples at the bottom of the arena all consciously retreated. Each of them held their breaths, and their gazes stopped on the arena...
Meng Lingfeng's hands, which were placed on the seats, unconsciously increased the strength of his hands.
The Devil Subduing Pestle, which should have been chopped down, pointed the tip of the Dragon Roar at the weakest point of the pestle.
A golden light flashed across the body of the Devil Subduing Pestle. A spatial fluctuation spread out. The long sword became slightly bent under the pressure.
Ye Bufan clearly felt the Dao Rune on the Evil Subduing Pestle being stimulated. He stepped on it with his right foot. The inner strength in his Dantian flowed into the long sword. Along with the clear sound of a dragon's roar, the long sword flashed with silver light. The attack formation was activated by the inner strength, and the sword stood up. It pushed back the Devil Subduing Pestle.
Boom... With a loud sound, the two strong qi forces finally reached a critical point and suddenly exploded!
A wave of air visible to the naked eye spread out from the point of contact between the sword and the pestle.
With two muffled groans, Ye Bufan and Yun Tiankong were both sent flying backwards. He broke the guardrails on both sides of the arena and flew backwards towards the bottom of the arena. At this moment, both of them seemed to have lost control of their bodies. Whoever got on the ground first... Even if the person got off the stage first!
In the center of the stage, a huge pit with a diameter of more than ten meters suddenly appeared. Countless cracks spread to the edge of the stage.
The masked referee was also blown away by the air waves. Finally, he retreated to the corner of the ring. He used the force of the pillar to stabilize his body. However, countless cracks also appeared on the pillar on his back.
Those who were qualified to enter the Martial Arts Hall to watch the battle were all Qi Stage disciples. When the two of them were fighting, the inner strength that had been accumulated for a long time was pushed out to defend against the Qi waves that were spreading out!
Ye Bufan, who was flying in the air, cursed in his heart, "Bastard!" His strength was even stronger than Yun Tiankong's! This also meant that Yun Tiankong would have more time to retreat than Ye Bufan. If he lost in this situation... Ye Bufan would definitely be unwilling to lose, but at this time, his body had already lost control!
In this critical moment, Ye Bufan shifted his center of gravity forward and leaned backwards. When his head was close to the ground, he waved his right hand and pointed the tip of his sword at the ground. The force of his body's retreat caused the dragon's roar to appear in an extremely large arc. Ye Bufan pushed with all his strength. Borrowing the strength of his body, he rose up and spun in the air. Finally, he landed on the platform pillar of the arena and stood still. At the same time, a clear sound of metal hitting the ground was heard. Yun Tiankong landed on the ground!
Following that, a wave of cheers came from all around! Countless cheers rang out!
It was both for Ye Bufan's extraordinary performance and for the soul-stirring battle just now! Ah! Shout!
The masked judge looked at Ye Bufan and said loudly, "Ye Bufan wins!" He did not say another word, nor did he make any comments about the battle. He turned around and left after saying that.
"How is it? Are you hurt?" Yunqing asked anxiously when she saw the pale face of Ye Bufan coming down from the ring.
Lee Zhile also looked at Ye Bufan nervously.
Ye Bufan shook his head and said, "It's nothing, just a little weak!" In exchange, Yunqing smiled.
Although Yun Tiankong was only an Eighth Rank of Qi Stage, his physique was special. He used all his strength. With the addition of the Devil Subduing Pestle, his strength was definitely comparable to a Ninth Rank of Qi Stage. Even if he encountered it, it would take him a lot of effort. Lee Zhile looked at Ye Bufan thoughtfully. He had the same thought as Yunqing about how strong his junior brother was.
In the previous elite competition, he was the only one who entered the top ten in Blue Dragon Palace. Although he was ranked third, it also made the disciples of the Blue Dragon Palace feel ashamed. Looking at the vigorous Ye Bufan and Yunqing, or at the situation where the Head Palace Master was the sole leader in the Elite Competition, although Ye Bufan and Yunqing's cultivation were only at the Seventh Rank of Qi Stage and the Eighth Stage, after Ye Wuque defeated Yun Tiankong, they were defeated. ... This is...
"Let's go and watch your senior sister's match!" Lee Zhile said when he saw that Ye Bufan was fine.
Ye Bufan also wanted to see the strength of his second senior sister, so he agreed to go with Lee Zhile. Yunqing naturally went where Ye Bufan went.
Although Martial Arts Hall was wide, the distance between the rings of the competition was not far. After passing two rings, they arrived at the rings of Yung Ruoyu's competition.
On the ring, Yung Ruoyu's hair was already a little messy. She held the heavy sword with both hands and slashed fiercely, sending her opponent to the corner of the ring.
And her opponent was also the disciple of the Head Palace Master, Gongsun Zhan. At this moment, it seemed that she could only parry. Under Yung Ruoyu's attack, his cultivation could not be displayed at all. The entire battle was under Yung Ruoyu's control. If there was no accident, it would only be a matter of time before he won!
In fact, Yung Ruoyu and Gongsun Zhan's strength were almost indistinguishable. But after Yung Ruoyu controlled the rhythm of the battle, no matter how Gongsun Zhan defended, he could not find any chance to counterattack.
Ye Bufan secretly compared the two of them. If he could control the rhythm of the battle like his senior sister when he suppressed Yun Tiankong, then there would definitely not be the last intense collision, and he should be able to win more easily.
Ye Bufan kept looking at Yung Ruoyu's attack, footwork, and his own thoughts. He had gained a lot from this.
Lee Zhile was also quietly explaining to Ye Bufan about the subtle aspects of Yung Ruoyu's attack. Ye Bufan was even more enlightened.
When Ye Bufan had just fought, Lee Zhile had already seen that Ye Bufan did not have a good grasp of the rhythm of the battle. In his heart, he just didn't understand. His master was an expert who could control the rhythm of the battle. Why didn't his junior brother learn a tenth of it?
Of course, after Lee Zhile's explanation and Yung Ruoyu's performance, Ye Bufan realized that his master must be good at controlling the rhythm of the battle.
Under Yung Ruoyu's strict attack, Gongsun Zhan's defense finally revealed a flaw. Yung Ruoyu took the opportunity to sneak in, bypassing the layers of sword curtains that protected Gongsun Zhan's defense, and slammed her sword heavily on Gongsun Zhan's chest!
Although Gongsun Zhan was not injured, he knew that it was Yung Ruoyu who showed mercy. If the opponent did not slap his body with the sword body but the sword blade, he was afraid that he would not be injured as simple as that. After cupping his fists to express his gratitude to Yung Ruoyu, he cupped his fists to express his gratitude. ... Without waiting for the referee to announce the result, he turned around and left the arena.
Although Yung Ruoyu had always seemed to have the upper hand, she had also used all her strength in the battle just now. Beads of sweat could be seen on her forehead.
"What's your result?" After getting off the stage, Yung Ruoyu saw Ye Bufan and Yunqing and immediately asked.
Before Ye Bufan could reply, Lee Zhile spoke first, "They all won. This time, everyone in Blue Dragon Palace has entered the finals. I believe Master will be very happy!"
The other senior brothers also had joyful expressions. After Lee Zhile finished speaking, everyone looked at the stands at the same time. They saw Meng Lingfeng smiling and nodding at everyone.
After coming out of Martial Arts Hall, the few senior brothers were talking about the battle they had just witnessed in Martial Arts Hall. They were also trying to verify their thoughts in each other's hearts. Everyone had gained something from it.
"I never thought that junior brothers and junior sisters could make it to the finals in less than two years after joining the sect. Senior brother is really ashamed!" Third senior brother Kong Fei said with a happy face.
Kong Fei had also participated in the last Elite Competition. He was a Seventh Rank of Qi Stage warrior at that time, but he was eliminated by Ye Bufan's opponent, Yun Tiankong, in the second round of the preliminary competition.
"But today, Junior Brother Ye has finally gotten revenge for third senior brother!" Fifth Senior Brother Qian Guoqiang also knew about what happened that year.
Kong Fei said, "It's not about revenge. We are all from the same sect. However, it's a good thing that all the disciples of Blue Dragon Palace are able to enter the finals this time. If the four of you can make it to the top ten, you'll definitely be in the limelight of the Great Master.
In every elite competition, the Great Master's line took up almost four spots. The remaining six spots were divided among the other four palaces, which led to Lee Zhile being the only one to enter the top ten in the previous competition.
Lee Zhile said, "Third junior brother is right. We are all from the same sect, and the competition is also to improve each other. However, if we can get good results, it will be a great honor for us. Let's work together."
"To be honest, when master asked junior brother and junior sister to participate in the competition, I am still not convinced!" Qian Guoqiang said somewhat embarrassedly, "But today, seeing Junior Brother and Junior Sister's strength not inferior to ours, I admire Master's judgment!"
Qian Guoqiang's words immediately caused several of his fellow brothers to nod their heads.
"Junior Brother Ye, you were only at the Ninth Rank of Power Stage when you entered the Aoyun Sect, right? How did you cultivate in just over a year? How did you become a Seventh Rank of Qi Stage?!" Kong Fei asked the question in everyone's mind.
At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Ye Bufan.