C217 Broken knife (1/2)

Not long after, a spectacular battle also broke out in the first group.

”Haha …” This year's battle with the Sky Wind Hidden Dragon Rank was really worth it.

”This match, Yu Weirong against Long Xufei, I wonder who will be stronger?”

”Yeah, these two are dark horses that have only recently emerged from the ranks of this year's Sky Wind Hidden Dragon Rank. They are both very strong, and if they do not meet each other now, entering the top ten is as good as pinning a nail to the board.”

”Unfortunately, there's only one person who can keep his name, Sky Wind Hidden Dragon Rank.”

Amidst the dense crowd, some people shook their heads in excitement.

He was excited because he had just ended Zhan Tianming's and Leng Jiang's exciting competition, and was about to face another exciting match.

The one who shook his head was one of the people between Yu Weirong and Long Xufei.

This made everyone sigh in their hearts.

Sometimes, luck was also a part of one's strength.

If his luck was bad, he could only regretfully leave.

Zhan Tianming raised his eyes and looked over.

Yu Weirong, who was wearing a jade cloud and a purple crown on his head, and dressed in a luxurious robe like that of Feiyun, was standing on the stage.

For the first time, his expression was one of seriousness.

In front of him, his white robes fluttered lightly in the wind, and he stood tall and straight. He held a clear sword in his hand, and he exuded a cold and distant aura of flowing water, like the gurgling of a river.

This feeling was very strange, and it was very different from the domineering aura on Yu Weirong's body.

Although the match had already begun, neither of them moved.

A chilling battle intent continuously rose from the two of them.

”Hey, are you guys going to fight or not?”

”Yeah, stop dawdling.”

”Damn!” ”I'll have to wait until I'm tired of fighting. If I don't fight, I'll be watching the other rings.”

”F * ck, you two must be joking with us, right?”

”F * ck, can't you still have some fun?” You guys should hurry up and fight. ”

Some of the anxious Martial Cultivator below the stage were already in a rush, while the patient ones were extremely quiet. Some of the anticipation in their hearts not only wasn't reduced because of the two of them being too slow to take action, it had instead become even more intense.

Zhan Tianming had already seen the strength of these two people.

Yu Weirong, Seven-star Martial Spirit.

Long Xufei, Seven-star Martial Spirit.

However, both of them were definitely powerful enough to fight against Nine-star Martial Spirit s.

There was no doubt about that.

After an incense stick of time.

Finally, there was movement between the two of them.

Yu Weirong slowly unsheathed his saber from its sheath.

One Inch...

Two Inches...

Three Inches...

The cold saber lights continued to shoot out.

”Hmm?”

Suddenly, everyone was shocked as they stared at the blade in Yu Weirong's hand.

Why is it a broken blade?

This was Yu Weirong's first time drawing his sabre. In previous competitions, he had used his sabre to defeat all his opponents. Thus, no one knew that the sabre in his scabbard was actually a broken sabre.

Long Xufei also unsheathed the Clear Water Sword from its scabbard.

Clank, clank …

The long sword was drawn out of the scabbard and immediately sent out waves of peculiar sword qi.

The battle intent on the two of them was about to explode out.

”Falling Waterfall Slash!”

Yu Weirong waved the broken blade in his hand, and the metal attribute Genuine Essence condensed on top of the broken blade, turning into an even sharper and more overbearing light golden blade shadow and slashed out through the air.

Long Xufei's pupils contracted.

Clang!

The Clear Water Sword in his hand shook slightly, and the strange sword Qi that was like water ripples immediately burst out.