Chapter 147 Final

"What is he doing? Isn't it looking for death to remove the body protection?

"No, look at the sword in his hand." Just when everyone was worried about Murong Yunfeng, only a few people noticed that the famous sword "Zanyang" in Murong Yunfeng's hand was more than half wide.

"The fifth type of Guiyuan swordsmanship: return to the original with one breath!"

With a loud shout, Murong Yunfeng's body swept several times and floated out several feet away. The "canyang" sword was wrapped in a strong layer of true gas and turned into several sword shadows and stabbed Feng Lianer. The two have not yet come into contact, and the hissing of air friction has made people's ears hurt. They have to cover their ears, and their hearts have reached their throats. The golden and white lights touched each other, without the imagined loud noise, and the two were glued together.

The white light wrapped in Canyang's sword body gradually faded, and the rotation of Fenglianer also slowed down. Murong Yunfeng's foot sank a little and stepped out two marks, which was obviously uncomfortable. He shouted, "Break!" There was a broken sound of something: "Pa." Like the sound of a mirror falling to the ground, the double ring wrapped by Bai Ling finally couldn't stand the pressure and broke up. Feng Lian'er was also unstable and flew back. Murong Yunfeng was not ready to give the other party a chance to breathe. He followed closely and pointed his long sword straight to Fenglian's chest.

Feng Lian'er had a smile on the corners of her mouth, and Xiao Ran's eyelids jumped: "No, where are those poisonous bees called?"

At this time, hundreds of poisonous bees behind Murong Yunfeng flew side by side and flew behind him. If you turn around and block it, you will not be attacked by the wind lotus in front of you, and vice versa. Murong Yunfeng didn't seem to notice it. In Feng Lianer's frightened eyes, his long sword crossed and turned into a thorn into a slap. The sword body was patted on the waist and abdomen. Fenglianer was like a kite with a broken line, spitting out two mouthfuls of blood that had been accumulated for a long time. He doesn't understand why the other party uses this method of playing both sides. He can't avoid the poisonous bee behind him.

While attacking with the long sword, Xiao Ran clearly saw Murong Yunfeng's other hand turning his sword finger into a palm, and slapped a few slaps without looking back. Except for a few fish that missed the net, the rest were killed. It's like having eyes behind his back, and there are no words to describe the surprise in everyone's hearts at this time. That's not a poisonous bee, but nearly a hundred, and Murong Yunfeng is single-minded.

When Feng Lian'er got up again, a cold blood-colored sword had been set on her neck. Feng Lian'er's face was pale and her eyes were full of incredible color: "You...how can you do it..."

Murong Yunfeng's face turned paler: "18 tricks, you have lost."

After the end of the competition, the gong in the old man's hand sounded: "This competition won by Murong Yunfeng and advanced to the final!"

The applause outside the venue is endless, for this proud son of heaven. Murong Yuqi hurried forward to help: "Brother, are you seriously injured? Hurry up and adjust your work."

Murong Yunfeng waved his hand and said, "The next game is Xiao Ran and Xue Ling's competition. I won't miss it this time."

"Brother, your injury..." Murong's tone saw the fixed eyes in the eldest brother's eyes this year and did not go on.

Xiao Ran's mood has also been unable to calm down for a long time. Can Murong Yun use two different skills at the same time? And his eyes seemed to have no blind spot, and he could accurately feel what happened after the winning streak. Is there anything special about him? Xia Ruoyan took a look at Xiao Ran's surprised expression and could guess how shocking these last moves were to Xiao Ran and did not want to shock him. Murong Yunfeng finally looked at Xiao Ran and showed that this was a move prepared for Xiao Ran, but it was just staged in advance.

Xue Ling and others also looked at Xiao Ran worriedly. If this knot cannot be solved, it will cause a great psychological burden on the final. If the strength of the two is not much different, it can even have a decisive role. Xiao Ran's tense expression gradually slowed down, and finally laughed softly. Xue Ling hurriedly asked, "Second brother, do you see Murong Yunfeng's flaw?"

Xiao Ran shook his head and said, "No, I can't even figure it out at all."

Xue Ling's expression was even more surprised and whispered, "Second sister-in-law. The second brother laughed so happily when he didn't crack it. Isn't it because his brain is angry?

has just finished speaking. A crisp violent bridge on his head: "Bad boy, you're crazy, second brother is not crazy."

Xue Ling covered her head and said aggrievedly, "Then you still smile so happily."

Xiao Ran smiled and said, "Isn't it boring to know the result too early? If you can't see through it at a time, just watch it a few more times. I don't believe he has no flaws. Xue Ling finally saw someone who was more optimistic than herself. Having said that, how many times can Xiao Ran stop Murong Yunfeng's killing moves?

Xue Ling patted Xiao Ran on the shoulder and said, "Second brother, it's time for us to play."

The second game was the "Fantasy Moon Swordsman" Xue Ling against "Mr. Yuxiao" Xiao Ran. The two calmly fell into the field and arched their hands and said, "I've learned it."

Even the number of people can't be too obvious, and Xiao Ran doesn't want others to think that it depends on relationships to reach the finals. It has long been agreed to decide the winner with one move. Xue Ling paced slowly with the pine-patterned ancient sword in his hand and did not dare to be careless at all. Xiao Ran's face was flat and he held a purple flute and said, "Third brother, don't worry too much. Do something as soon as possible."

Xue Ling changed the way he held the sword again, and the hilt leaned forward and inward. The sword body pointed backwards diagonally. He bowed and pointed his toes, like a beast ready to go. At the beginning, he put on a killing posture, which puzzled the masters under the stage. Xiao Ran shot a silver needle from his cuff and moved forward. The silver light flashed and came in a blink of an eye. Xue Ling rose in the air, and the long sword reflected the dazzling sword light in the sun: "The earth moves the sky sword!"

From top to bottom with the help of the momentum of falling, it adds some power. Xiao Ran showed his lost steps and retreated quickly. Zi Xiao straightened the sword body a little, and the direction of the blade lost its sight and stabbed through the armpit. Xiao Ran exerted his consciousness to the extreme before he saw Xue Ling's move and barely took over the offensive route in advance. Naturally, Xue Ling did not exert all his ten successes. If he forced the eldest brother to use 'sky fire', he would suffer for himself.

Xiao Ran was in a hurry to move. When Xue Ling made his third move, he finally launched an attack in advance. His left palm pushed flat and shouted, "Fire Palm!" A thick fire pillar of a wine glass was pushed out of Xiao Ran's palm, and Xue Ling was shocked and subconsciously blocked the pine-patterned ancient sword in front of his chest. The pillar of fire hit the sword and spread into two strands. Xue Ling felt that the hot heat came from the sword body and almost threw the sword out. Xiao Ran followed the long flute and pointed to the other party's chest, and the action was completed in one breath.

Xue Ling couldn't help inserting the hot ancient sword into the ground, threw his palm and said, "It's so hot. What kind of strange thing is this? Isn't the second brother afraid of hot?"

Everyone was shocked to see that Xiao Ran was finally merciful, otherwise he would be seriously injured. It also made everyone understand that Xiao Ran is not only good at long-range combat, but also quite talented in close combat. Xiao Ran seems to be quite satisfied with this improved move and said in his left hand: "The fire is sent out to you, and I have this."

Only then did Xue Ling see a black glove with five fingers in his left hand. The material of this glove was taken from the skin armor that was smashed by Ren Xiaoyao. Not only knives and guns are invulnerable, but also have the effect of setting fire and insulation. It is Xiao Ran who can be safe and sound under the high temperature of two or three hundred degrees. This move "fire palm" lies in Ren Xiaoyao's move, but now he is more skillful. Unexpectedly, Xue Ling pointed out a loss.

Xue Ling pulled out the cooled ancient sword with a serious face. She was about to suddenly squat on the ground with her stomach in her arms. There was a "coo" sound from her stomach and said, "Come on, I ate a bad stomach last night. I admit defeat."

After saying that, Xiao Ran ran out of the field and ran in the direction of the toilet, leaving a stunned face: This is different from the original plan.

There are three urgent people. How can Xue Ling care so much? Everyone outside the court laughed loudly. It's really speechless to eat a bad stomach at such an important moment. Xiao Ran couldn't laugh or cry, but he didn't expect to enter the final in this way. Murong Yunfeng was also starved for a long time before he reacted, which was too ridiculous. In any case, Xiao Ran also showed a killer trick, not without selling at all. The master of the VIP area also laughed for a long time. After all, Xue Ling's bad stomach could not control it.