Among the crowd, Li Canyang and Xiao Chengxuan were also immersed in the world of sword light.
Before entering Swordsmanship-seeking Sect, they were both the geniuses of their respective territories. They enjoyed a good reputation. They had known Ding Hao before. They knew the strength of Ding Hao at that time, but they did not expect Ding Hao was so strong now. His strength grew so fast.
"So there are indeed super geniuses in this world!"
Both of them could not help but feel disheartened.
While Li Yiruo, the proud little swan, did not think too much.
Under the gaze of many male disciples, she frowned and watched the contest. She secretly repeated the words. "Lin Xin is more handsome than Ding Hao." "Lin Xin will win" and "Lin Xin's postures are really handsome". Even when Lin Xin occasionally took the upper hand, she deliberately screamed and laughed.
Many male disciples were sorrowful and angry that this beauty of the five academies had gi
Of course, the fat man was a special case of the games. In the next competitions, he would definitely have an opponent, which meant that Ren Xiaoyao would have to fight against one of the three strongest players, Li Muyun, Liang Feixue, and Ding Hao. At this time, the crowd would know whether Ren Xiaoyao was a master or not. Many people were gnashing their teeth and waiting for the fat man to be defeated in one movement. You could not blame them since this fat guy's was having excessive good luck. … Since the game would be over today, the next round of the game started not long before the end of the semifinals. The players of the games were posted on the stone tablet next to the first arena. Liang Feixue VS Ren Xiaoyao! Li Muyun VS Ding Hao! The two strong men in the Central Academy of white shirts were respectively confronted with two masters from the Eastern Academy of green shirts and the Northern Academy of yellow sh
Just as everyone felt pity for Liang Feixue, suddenly, an unexpected change took place out of the blue. At that point, an eye-popping scene emerged— The fat man suddenly stopped dodging. He took the three strokes with the long sword in his hand against Liang Feixue. Then he took the opportunity to draw a distance between them and waved his hands in a hurry. He shouted loudly. "Stop! Stop! Don't fight, don't fight, my God, I can't do it. I'm starving, I will starve to death if I don't eat anything now. Forget it, you won, don't fight..." Between the words, he actually jumped directly from the arena. The crowd saw that the nasty fat man, like a wild dog, rushed to the players' rest and preparation area, and took out a golden crispy roast chicken emitting a seductive scent from his baggage. He tore it open in a second and frantically threw them into his mouth. "What the..." Ding Hao couldn't stop the corner of his lips from twitching. What on e
The bell had already rung. The fight between the dragon and the tiger was about to start. … On the stage. Ding Hao looked at his opponent and felt a suffocating pressure for the first time. Li Muyun was undoubtedly on top of all the powerful opponents he had ever encountered. This young man had gradually become the White Shirt King in Central Academy of white shirts. He had a king's posture, and faintly gave a kind of aura that he got dragon and tiger following him, noble and majestic. He was the head of "Honorable Alliance of Seven", famous among the five academies. He was the pride of Central Academy of white shirts and a sign of power as well. Few people had seen Li Muyun go all out in a battle. But everyone knew that Li Muyun was very very strong! If he was not strong, how could Liang Feixue be willing to take second place in Honorable Alliance of Seven? Those unruly memebers such as Feng Xingjun and Chen Sheng, how
In the meantime, Ding Hao's body suddenly madly spiraled in the air. Like a huge drill, the rusted sword instantly burst into tremendous force. It got rid of Li Muyun's fingers and continued to invade his forehead lightning fast. The terrible icing air had already permeated Li Muyun's face. The listed disciples under the ring all exclaimed. The disciples of Central Academy of white shirts were shocked, while the disciples of Eastern Academy of green shirts were excited—because if it went like this, Li Muyun would have to move his feet. In this way, he would lose. Ding Hao's three moves were smooth and carefully laid out. He had gone to extremes to fully exert his own strength, which was really terrifying. On the face of Li Muyun, at this moment, there was also a hint of surprise. He seemed to be surprised that Ding Hao's rusted sword was able to break free from his fingers. He thought he had seen Ding Hao through, whose real st
"Is it? I can't wait any longer, come on!" Ding Hao said and licked his lips, eyes burning with crazy fervor. At this moment, Ding Hao gave the impression of being like a sharp sword—although it may lose to its opponent, it will not bend. A swordsman. That was a swordsman's pride. Ding Hao also had his personal pride. Ding Hao's eyes seemed to be kindled with a crazy enthusiasm, while Li Muyun's eyes appeared deep in a trance, as if remembering a person or a thing. Then he looked up at the distant sky and seemed to be lost in memories. After a long time, Li Muyun's expression suddenly became sharp and he nodded seriously, saying, "They will still be three moves. If you can withstand my three moves, it'll be your win." After that, he slowly pulled out a sword that was hanging from his waist. The blade was bright, like a milky way suddenly appearing on the ring, air condensing in the process. Outside the challenge arena, Liang Fe
In the distance, the owner of those beautiful eyes also showed a little surprise on her flawless face: "Such a sword technique... seems like you still have another chance. So, do you finally have a glimmer of victory?" On the preferential seats, among the surprised voices of all the prominent individuals, Yin Yifei and Lu Qi looked embarrassed, while Cheng Fei laughed unceremoniously. Although Leng Yixuan still narrowed his eyes, the corners of his mouth softly curved up. These people were really strong; with their discerning eyes, they naturally could see just how amazingly Ding Hao had performed with his sword. This sword alone was enough for Ding Hao to win the match. ... "The second sword." Li Muyun body surged with a lavender flame; a circular purple fog began to spread around, his momentum rising endlessly, quickly going beyond the middle of the four apertures stage. He advanced step by step. He lifted up his sword once again. E
Other than the disciples ranked at the first 20 positions, who were given special treatment, each of the remaining 2,000 teenagers received the clothes, waist tokens and a long sword of a disciple on the waiting list from the logistics department of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect. They were then temporarily assigned to the guest quarters for the night. Perhaps the fate of Song Jiannan caused Zhao Xingcheng to feel sad, which was also one of the reasons for his becoming a good person. "Little Chap Ding, he looked like a fool when he was in a garbage slum. He didn't think that stupid people had good luck. He suddenly began to understand and became a genius worthy to enter the finals of the five academies," Zhao Dahai said with sincerity. "Brother Ding became a genius in three years. He worked hard in silence for three years, and now he has become a true sensation." Zhao Xingcheng continued. "But, dad, don't worry. One day, I will become a master like brother Ding,
Liang Feixue was trying his best to recover because his strength had been greatly consumed during the battles with Li Lan and Ren Xiaoyao. Compared to Ding Hao, it took Liang Feixue longer to recover, though Ding Hao's strength suffered almost the same amount of great consumption during the battle with Li Muyun. Wang Xiaoqi and Zhang Fan were massaging Ding Hao's arms, on both sides. Ding Hao was refreshing his spirit by closing his eyes. Ordinarily, Ding Hao had nothing to worry about after the fight with Li Muyun, but somehow, when he thought of the strange power hidden in Liang Feixue's body, Ding Hao did not feel good. He still remembered the words Li Muyun had told him during their battle that there was one person in the nominal disciples who could defeat him. Ding Hao suspected that Liang Feixue would be that person. Liang Feixue was the famous mysterious teenager among the five academies. Since he had gone so far, Ding Hao cert