"What a frosty sword technique!"
Some warriors couldn't help but shout loudly.
"An Jin peak, coupled with Xuan level swordsmanship, Wang Yanzhi's strength is much higher than Zhou Tai."
"Zhou Tai is already very strong, but it's a pity that he met Wang Yanzhi."
"This is not a competition on the same level at all."
Similar comments echoed throughout the stands.
On the viewing platform, Meng Qiuran's eyes flashed with a meaningful look.
He turned his head and asked in a low voice to the Fucheng inspector beside him, "Master Qiao, what do you think of Wang Yanzhi?"
The inspector's surname is Qiao, and he is nominally sent by Qingyang Prefecture to supervise the martial arts association, but in fact he is inextricably linked to the three factions.
Hearing this, he smoothed his short beard on his chin and said calmly, "He has a solid foundation and good swordsmanship. Among his peers in Fucheng, he is considered to be of average qualifications."
"Oh? Just average?" Meng Qiuran was surprised.
Inspector Qiao glanced at him sideways. "Medium is not bad. Master Meng, don't underestimate the world."
Meng Qiuran smiled and did not answer.
"Boom!"
Another muffled sound came from the stage, interrupting the conversation of several people.
Zhou Tai has been forced to the edge of the ring.
Wang Yanzhi's sword force poured down like frost and snow, neither fast nor slow, but airtight.
His swordsmanship was already a level higher than Zhou Tai's, and coupled with his level of suppression, the balance of victory in this competition was tilted from the very beginning.
But Zhou Tai did not admit defeat.
He gritted his teeth and changed his gun posture, from the "Tang" technique just now to a fierce fighting style like a desperate Saburo.
The silver gun in his hand was like an angry dragon rushing over the river. Every shot was fired with all his strength, the gun wind roared with a fierce momentum that would rather break than bend.
"Zhou Family man can be killed but not humiliated!"
Zhou Tai shouted loudly and fired out a spear with a powerful force like a rainbow.
This shot actually shot up three points faster and faster than any previous shot.
Wang Yanzhi turned sideways slightly, and the tip of the spear grazed his left shoulder, cutting his pure white brocade robe, leaving a half-foot-long gash.
There's something wrong with this shot...
In the stands, Jiang Fa's eyes suddenly focused.
"He's breaking through."
These four words were like a stone hitting the calm lake. Zhao Clan Martial Hall Everyone's expressions changed.
"Breakthrough? This time?"
"Zhou Tai actually broke through the An Jin peak in the ring?"
"This is too desperate!"
Zhao Zhong stared closely at the bloody figure on the stage, his eyes complicated and unclear.
Zhou Tai is indeed making a breakthrough.
His realm has been stuck at Late Dark Force for a long time, and that layer of window paper has always been missing.
But today, after being forced into a desperate situation by Wang Yanzhi, the fire in his heart grew stronger and stronger, and the energy and blood in his body surged like a bursting river, hitting the bottleneck of An Jin's peak in an extremely arrogant way.
His breath is rising.
With each stab, his aura becomes stronger.
On the tip of the gun, a layer of energy visible to the naked eye gradually condensed. The energy showed a light silvery white color, like a thin layer of frost covering the tip of the gun.
The smile on Wang Yanzhi's face finally disappeared.
He could feel that the momentum of the person opposite was changing at an alarming speed.
"Breakthrough in combat?"
Wang Yanzhi narrowed his eyes, and then the corner of his mouth curled up with a hint of sarcasm. "It's a bit brave, but..."
"Do you think you can beat me if you break through the An Jin peak?"
The Frost Sword in his hand shook violently, and the sword made a clear sword cry.
"Well, let me show you what real swordsmanship is."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Yanzhi's sword power suddenly changed.
The Frost-Liuing Sword turned into a silver-white sword light in his hand. The sword light was like mercury pouring down the ground, and like frost and snow in the sky. The sword was so cold that it enveloped the entire arena.
"This is..."
In the stands, the expressions of all the sword warriors changed.
"Sword power!"
"No, we haven't reached the sword force yet, we have just touched the threshold of the sword force!"
"Oh my God, how old is he? He has already touched the threshold of sword power?"
"His swordsmanship is probably beyond the scope of Huang Jie!"
"This is Xuanjie swordsmanship!"
Lie Changkong's voice was a little tight. "Brother Zhao, when did Wang Family have Xuanjie sword skills?"
Zhao Zhong shook his head and looked deeply. "Even I can get a copy of the Mysterious Level secret book. Wang Family has been operating in Qingshan County for hundreds of years. Is there anything strange about having the Mysterious Level Cultivation Technique?"
"But this swordsmanship..." Lie Changkong paused.
At this moment, Zhou Tai really made a breakthrough.
It was as if something shattered inside his body, and an unprecedented majestic force surged out from his dantian, instantly penetrating through his limbs and bones.
An Jin Peak!
He seemed to have grown taller, and the silver gun in his hand seemed a little lighter.
"Break it for me!"
Zhou Tai roared violently and shot out his spear like a dragon.
On the tip of the spear, the energy condensed into substance, and with all his strength, it stabbed towards Wang Yanzhi.
This shot was the strongest shot in Zhou Tai's life, and it was also the first shot after his breakthrough.
But Wang Yanzhi just slowly raised the sword in his hand.
The tip of the sword pointed at the tip of Zhou Tai's spear, and then struck it down.
This sword is silent and silent.
Nothing fancy, nothing superfluous.
The sword's light was like frost, and it slashed through.
Zhou Tai's pupils suddenly dilated.
He only felt an extremely sharp Sword Qi pouring into his arms along the body of the gun. Wherever Sword Qi passed, all his strength melted away like spring snow meeting the scorching sun. Then, the jaws of his hands shattered, and the silver gun was blown away by the sword.
the next moment,
A sword stopped at his throat.
He stood there, looking down at the tip of Chi Chi's sword.
He lost.
Even if he broke through the An Jin peak, even if he tried his best, he still lost.
There was a trace of frustration in his eyes at first, but then they returned to determination.
Wang Yanzhi sheathed his sword with calm and graceful movements.
"Brother Zhou, please accept."
Zhou Tai raised his head and looked at him.
"Skills are inferior to others, but I am convinced."
He cupped his fists and saluted, turned around, drew his gun, and strode off the ring.
He walked cleanly and without any sloppiness.
The whole place was filled with dead silence at first, and then there was overwhelming discussion.
"Zhou Tai broke through the An Jin peak and still lost!"
"Isn't Wang Yanzhi too strong? What kind of swordsmanship is that of his that is so powerful?"
"The Xuan-level swordsmanship is definitely the Xuan-level swordsmanship! Otherwise, it would be impossible to defeat Zhou Tai's full force shot with one sword!"
"The first of the three Lineages is indeed well-deserved. This Wang Family... is unfathomable."
After a brief commotion, Meng Qiuran's voice echoed throughout the audience.
"The second game, Zhao Clan Martial Hall Jiang Fa, versus Liu Family Liu Mang!"
The copper bell rang again.
Jiang Fa stood up slowly.
He casually picked up the ghost head knife that was lying aside.
He didn't bring a knife in the first few games because it wasn't necessary with his current strength.
But it's different today. Liu Mang's strength is not comparable to that of the previous few miscellaneous fishes. If he doesn't want to expose too many details, he must show something real.
In the stands, Lie Changkong noticed this scene, said "Huh" and asked at the top of his voice, "Brother Zhao, this disciple of yours can still use a sword?"