Defeat Li Zhongyi, Illuminate the Road Ahead, Unite Body and Mind, Make a Name Throughout the Prefectural City

Flowing Shadow Swordplay, separate and bite the shadow! "

Li Zhongyi roared like thunder, and fifteen Blood Qi burst out all over his body. The clear air flow and the faint blue sword light intertwined into tons of airtight sword nets.

His body twisted around, creating an afterimage, Cold Edge Sword piercing Wang Yue's throat, heart and other vital parts. The sword blade cut through the air and the sharp whistle sounded like a ghost crying. Even the scorching sun seemed to be cut into pieces by the light of the sword.

"Kill this country boy! Let him know that the Li family is awesome! "The Li family's children clenched their fists and roared, and the audience in the audience were frightened by this fierce sword move and backed away.

Facing the offensive, Wang Yue's eyes were focused, without any temptation. Eighteen Blood Qi burst out all over his body in an instant, with a faint golden glow in his eyes, colliding head-on with the coercion of Li Zhongyi and Blood Qi.

He kicked the ground violently with the soles of his feet, and the bluestone of the arena cracked into fine lines. Black Cloud Fist Armor glowed with black gold light. He crossed his fists in front of his chest to protect him. At the same time, he moved sideways, accurately avoiding the vital points when the afterimages surrounded him, and moved forward to meet him.

"Cang! clang! clang!"

The sound of gold and iron clashing exploded, Cold Edge Sword struck the cloud patterns on the fist armor one after another, and sparks flew everywhere. Wang Yue urged the eighteen Blood Qi to 80%, and his physical strength was also released. He took three swords and only took half a step back. His arms were as steady as a rock. "Your sword, only this little strength?"

"Humph, I don't know how high the sky is!"

Li Zhongyi Seeing him holding on to his sword, the corner of his mouth was full of sarcasm, "Who do you think you are? He's just a pawn whose name no one has ever heard of! Do you dare to speak out and challenge the genius of Fucheng? Do you really think that after winning Li Yunhe, a piece of trash, you can walk away on Spirit Seeking Prefecture?"

He crushed the afterimage with the sole of his foot, and rushed forward with his real body. Cold Edge Sword was lifted up, the sword blade brushed the side of Wang Yue's shoulder, tearing a long gash in his robe, and his tone became more and more disdainful. "I advise you to get out of the ring as soon as possible, don't be embarrassed here!"

"You still dare to be tough? "Wang Yue's eyes darkened slightly, he used his left arm to block the sword move to stab her heart, and used the momentum to slam out with his right arm.

Eighteen strands of Blood Qi were poured into the fist armor, the black gold flow surged, and the fist wind roared towards Li Zhongyi's face.

The punch was as fast as lightning. Li Zhongyi turned his head hastily, and the wind of the punch brushed past his ears, cutting off several strands of hair on his temples.

"How dare you tease me! "Li Zhongyi was shocked and angry, and his sword moves changed again. "Flowing Shadow Swordplay, thousands of peaks and waves!"

Cold Edge Sword trembled and Sword Qi phantoms appeared, just like mountains pressing down on you Wang Yue. Sword Qi swept across the ring and made tons of small pits.

While he was attacking fiercely, he sternly taunted. "A nobody from the county town is worthy of attacking me? Let me tell you, the world of Fucheng Tianjiao is not something that an ant like you can pry into! Today I will let you understand what a huge difference is!"

Wang Yue yelled angrily, arrogant and ignorant, thinking that having a good background can dominate the world.

A surge of anger suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart, Wang Yue's eyes instantly turned cold, and his shouts shook the ring, "Harmonious Flow Fist, collapse the mountain!"

Eighteen Blood Qis all erupted, and the golden light reflected the black gold fist armor. The shadow of the fist broke through the phantom of Sword Qi, and it was a head-on fight with Cold Edge Sword.

"Bang! "The huge force caused Li Zhongyi to take five steps back. The tiger's mouth cracked and blood dripped down the hilt of the sword, but he still gritted his teeth and roared, "A pawn is a pawn! Even with some brute force, you can't defeat me!"

He poured all fifteen Blood Qi into the sword, and the blade lit up with a dazzling blue light. "Liuying kills, cuts off the river!"

This sword condensed all the Blood Qi and thrust it straight into Wang Yue Hirata, obviously intending to kill him. Wang Yue laughed in anger, his body Blood Qi was running wildly, eighteen Blood Qi burst out without reservation, nearly five thousand kilograms of physical strength poured into the fist armor. "Since you are looking for death, then don't blame me for being ruthless!"

He took half a step back with his left foot, his body suddenly sank, and his right fist was thrown out like a collapsing mountain, not dodging or dodging.

"Harmonious Flow Fist, the confluence of ten thousand ways!"

Blood Qi The power all over my body is like returning to Honghe Li Zhongyi

Directly to Cold Edge Sword! "Cang!"

The sound of gold and iron clashing shook the entire audience's ears. Li Zhongyi felt a terrifying force coming down the sword. His arm felt like it was being pressed by a mountain, and severe pain instantly spread throughout his body.

"Ah!" Amid the screams, Li Zhongyi's left arm was bent at a weird angle, and his arm was actually broken by a punch from Wang Yue!

Cold Edge Sword landed with a clang, and he knelt on the ground holding his broken arm. Cold sweat instantly soaked his clothes, and his face was as pale as paper.

The severe pain made Chu Zhongyi unable to hold on anymore, and he shouted hoarsely, his eyes full of fear. He did not expect that the power of this unknown person could be so terrifying.

Wang Yue stood with his fists closed, Shiba Blood Qi slowly converged, and the light on Black Cloud Fist Armor gradually dimmed. He looked down at Chu Zhongyi who was curled up on the ground, his eyes were cold and showed no mercy.

There was a deathly silence around the ring, and everyone stared at this scene in stunned silence. Just now, the Fucheng Tianjiao, who had arrogantly mocked his opponent as a nobody, had his arm broken by a punch, and he resigned in embarrassment!

Three breaths later, the sky-shattering cheers suddenly exploded, sweeping the audience like thunder. "Wang Yue! Wang Yue! Wang Yue!" The audience waved their arms and roared his name, the sound getting louder and louder. From a nobody to a genius who crushed the city, this day's turn was enough to make everyone crazy about him!

"Wang Yue! Wang Yue! Wang Yue!"

Tremendous shouts swept across the arena like a wave, and tons of spectators waved their arms, their eyes full of enthusiasm and awe.

Wang Yue lowered his eyes and looked at the boiling crowd in the audience. Hearing his name being shouted over and over again, a strange throbbing occurred in his heart. It was a kind of joy that he had never experienced before, as if all the accumulated depression had dissipated.

He suddenly remembered the anger that surged in the fierce battle just now, and the disdain when Chu Zhong deliberately mocked his unknown soldier, and then compared it with the scene that attracted everyone's attention at this moment, it was like a bright moon rising slowly in his heart, spreading its clear light all over, clear and transparent.

An indescribable realization quietly emerged. No wonder warriors throughout the ages have been obsessed with merit and fame, the glory recognized by everyone.

It can actually cause the Blood Qi in the body to become more and more active. The Blood Qi that was originally a little sluggish after the fierce battle is now flowing briskly in the meridians, with a faint sense of mystery.

"Because of this... the power of the mind is also part of the martial arts."

Wang Yue murmured in a low voice, understanding flashed in his eyes, and then he raised his head and glanced at the silent disciples of the aristocratic family in the audience, loudly saying, "I, Wang Yue, will compete here for three days!"

His voice was not loud, but it carried a power that penetrated people's hearts and instantly overwhelmed the cheers from the audience. Everyone held their breath and listened quietly.

"Within three days, anyone from the Spirit Seeking Prefecture generation can take the stage to challenge!"

Wang Yue paused, his eyes suddenly became sharp, he glanced at Chu Zhongyi who was curled up on the ground, and his tone was undeniably domineering. "Anyone who thinks he is weaker than Chu Zhongyi does not need to go on stage to humiliate himself. I, Wang Yue, do not kill the weak in the arena, but only take on the strong!"

"Good!" The audience immediately burst into even louder cheers, and some people even threw money in excitement. "Wang Yue is well said! Only pick up the strong! "Let me see who dares to dissent!" "

And Chui Zhongyi, who was kneeling on the ground, was shaking all over due to the severe pain of his broken arm. When he heard Wang Yue's words, he felt as if he had been slapped hard. He, the majestic leader of the Kui family, had actually passed Wang Yue's yardstick for measuring the weak!

A wave of depression rushed straight into his chest. He raised his head suddenly and spat out a large mouthful of blood. The blood mist splashed onto the ring and dyed the bluestone red.

Before anyone could scream in surprise, Chu Zhongyi's head hung down weakly, his eyes were closed tightly, and he passed out completely.

"Master Zhongyi!"

The disciples from the Kuai family in the audience finally came to their senses and rushed onto the stage like crazy. They scrambled to lift the unconscious Kui Zhongyi and stared at Wang Yue with hateful eyes. However, no one dared to make any more provocations. The power of the severed arm just now had already frightened their courage.

Wang Yue turned a blind eye to this and just stood quietly in the center of the ring. The blood on Black Cloud Fist Armor had not yet dried up, and a faint halo lingered around Blood Qi. The sun shone on him, elongating his figure like an unshakable mountain, making everyone in the audience feel in awe.

The audience who had doubted him before were all convinced now.

The faces of the children from various aristocratic families were solemn, and they all lowered their heads and whispered, obviously considering whether to send stronger children to the stage to challenge.

On the periphery of the crowd, Wang Heyu looked at the figure on the ring, with a happy smile on his lips, and gently stroked his beard. "Wang Yue."

Wang Yue on the ring felt the Blood Qi becoming more and more active in his body, and a determined light flashed in his eyes. He not only wanted to obtain this merit and fame, but he also had to do it upright, so that the whole Spirit Seeking Prefecture would remember his name Wang Yue!

The caution I had when I first arrived in this world has dissipated, and the vague feeling of being at odds with the world has completely dissipated. All that remains is the longing for the way forward.