Lu Jiu stood with a sword in his hand, and rarely explained, "The sword comes out like a broken stream, moving forward without any retreat."
"Stop flow..."
Wang Yanzhi lowered his head and glanced at the Frost Sword in his hand. The cracks on the sword were particularly dazzling in the sun.
This sword is named after the Liushuang sword technique.
The sword stayed with him for seven years.
In the past seven years, Liushuang Sword has accompanied him from Ming Jin to the peak of An Jin, defeating powerful enemies and winning countless competitions.
"Break the flow... it's good to move forward without hesitation and never retreat."
He whispered to himself in a low voice, his voice was cold and hoarse, and the warmth in his eyes completely faded away, leaving only overwhelming unwillingness and stubbornness.
He never admits defeat, and he is even less willing to lose to a Rogue Cultivator with unknown origins, a taciturn man who only knows how to fight for his life.
Whoosh!
Wang Yanzhi's wrist shook violently, and the Liushuang sword trembled.
"But my sword, Wang Yanzhi, never gives up halfway!"
In the past, he had scruples, fearing that the opponent would die together, and always left room for leeway, but now that the outcome is hanging by a thread, his dignity has been trampled and crushed, he has no reservations anymore!
The sword shadows all over the sky suddenly merged into one.
A silver sword light that was condensed to the extreme shot out of the air and pierced Lu Jiu's heart. The speed and power were far faster than any previous blow.
This sword was his pinnacle strike, and it was his last fight unwilling to be defeated!
Everyone in the stands held their breath.
No one expected that Wang Yanzhi could actually unleash such terrifying combat power!
Facing this killing sword, Lu Jiu remained expressionless.
In his view, battles only involve action, victory or defeat, life and death.
Seeing the silver sword light approaching, the black dagger in his hand finally moved again.
There was no dodge, no dismantling, it was still an ordinary straight strike.
But the moment the knife fell, the hearts of everyone in the room suddenly shrank.
Different from the previous violence and violence, Lu Jiu's sword power at this moment was smooth and thick, with layer upon layer of strength, restrained and not exposed.
Half a step Transforming Force's powerful force is perfectly integrated into the blade. When the sword falls, it seems to cut off the air flow and lock the space. All the sword's power within a radius of ten feet is forcibly suppressed!
Buzz.
The swords collided with a loud bang, a deafening bang exploded, and a powerful wave of air swept wildly around the two people. Sawdust flew on the ring, and fine cracks spread again, covering the entire table.
Dazzling gold and iron sparks splashed all over the sky, blocking everyone's sight.
In the rolling air waves, two figures stood in judgment.
Wang Yanzhi's whole body was shaken, and the meridians of his arm were filled with tearing pain. His hands holding the sword hilt could no longer hold on, and the Frost Sword flew out of his hands and fell outside the ring.
As if he had been hit hard, he staggered backwards and fell heavily in the middle of the ring. A mouthful of blood could no longer be suppressed and sprayed out, staining the white shirt on his body red.
As for Lu Jiu, his figure was only shaken back a few steps.
Everyone stared blankly at the scene on the ring, their hearts trembling, and they could not recover for a long time.
The majestic Qingshan County top genius, Wang Family young master, An Jin peak Wang Yanzhi tried his best to defeat the unknown Lu Jiu.
After a long while, the silent stands erupted into an uproar!
"Win! Lu Jiu wins!"
"Wang Yanzhi has obviously achieved his best, but the gap is still too big!"
"It's so terrifying... Who is this Lu Jiu?"
In the center of the ring, Wang Yanzhi held on to his broken body and struggled to stand up, but his arms were weak and weak, and the meridians in his body were injured in many places. Every move caused severe pain.
He was lying on the cold ring, his long hair was messy, his white clothes were stained with blood, and he was extremely embarrassed.
This was the first time in more than ten years of martial arts training that he had suffered such a complete and embarrassing defeat.
The overwhelming feeling of unwillingness, humiliation, and disbelief all came to his mind, making his eyes turn red.
He stared hard at the invincible Lu Jiu, his teeth clenched, and his eyes were full of stubborn unwillingness.
He is not convinced!
Even if the defeat is certain, he will never give up!
Why?
How could a nameless Rogue Cultivator have such terrifying strength and be able to crush all his pride and glory with his own hands?
Lu Jiu lowered his head and glanced at the embarrassed Wang Yanzhi with indifferent eyes, still saying nothing.
To him, his opponent's unwillingness, struggle, and pride are meaningless.
In the path of martial arts, strength is the most important and victory or defeat determines life and death. It is useless to talk too much.
He slowly sheathed the knife, and the surging Transforming Force aura around him slowly subsided, and he once again transformed into the ordinary boy who seemed harmless to humans and animals.
But everyone knows that this is just an appearance.
At this moment, he is already the most terrifying dark horse in this Qingshan Martial Arts Tournament!
At the edge of the ring, the referee took a deep breath, suppressed the shock in his heart, raised his flag high, and his voice resounded throughout the audience:
"The first semi-final match! Lu Jiusheng!"
As soon as the words fell, applause, exclamations, and discussions exploded from the stands, sweeping the entire school ground!
Lu Jiu's expression remained unchanged as he walked down the stage step by step. From the beginning to the end, he never looked at the defeated Wang Yan again.
On the stand, Wang Chengde took a sip of tea, his expression calm.
The clan leader next to him, Wang Dezhao, couldn't sit still anymore. He came over and lowered his voice and said, "Master, Yanzhi..."
"If you lose, you lose." Wang Chengde put down the tea cup and said calmly, "In martial arts competitions, winning or losing is a common matter for military officers. There is nothing to make a fuss about."
Wang Dezhao opened his mouth, his face full of confusion.
He originally thought that the head of the family would be furious, or at least ashen-looking, but Wang Chengde's calmness at the moment made him confused.
"But Yanzhi is young after all. This defeat may have affected his state of mind..."
Wang Chengde put down the tea cup and interrupted him, "Yanzhi, this kid, has been so smooth since he was a child."
Wang Chengde's eyes fell on the white figure being helped down on the ring, and there was a hint of complexity in his tone that even he himself might not have noticed.
He paused. "Today's defeat at the hands of Lu Jiu and the defeat at the hands of an unknown Rogue Cultivator is a good thing for him."
Wang Dezhao frowned. "But then Lu Jiu..."
"Lu Jiu is indeed beyond my expectation."
Wang Chengde stood up slowly, walked to the railing of the stand with his hands behind his hands, and glanced at the gray figure under the stage who was walking towards the rest area.
"A disciple of Mr. Bibohu Qiushui, with half a level of cultivation of Transforming Force, a mere Qingshan martial arts guild has recruited such a person."
"Mr. Qiu Shui's disciple?" Wang Dezhao's expression changed.
"Eight or nine are inseparable from ten." Wang Chengde said calmly, "The flow-breaking knife technique just now is Mr. Qiu Shui's famous skill. Bibo Lake is far south of Qingyang Prefecture. This person came to Qingshan County, but I don't know what his purpose is..."
"Master, what should we do?"
"Don't worry about this for now, the plan will go on as usual." Wang Chengde waved his hand.
Wang Dezhao was startled and said hesitantly, "As for the martial arts association..."
"The martial arts meeting continues."