C2027 Xie Cheng's Death
C2027 Xie Cheng's Death
Of course, this was just an illusion.
After sending Zuo Xuan flying with a single punch, Ye Feng slowly turned around and looked towards Xie Cheng.
"This is the helper you invited? Laughable! "
Xie Cheng's face turned ashen. After being humiliated by Ye Feng again and again, he could no longer remain calm.
"Kid, even without helpers, I can still kill you. Accept your death! "
Xie Cheng roared out explosively. He activated the "Burning Heaven Technique" to the extreme, and the flames on his body surged several times over.
He stretched out his hand and grabbed a long whip that was made of condensed flames.
Xie Cheng's "Burning Heaven Arts" had already been cultivated to the fifth layer, and this flaming whip was several times stronger than the one Xie An had used before. Moreover, once the whip was used, the entire arena was within his range of attack.
"Pah!"
The long whip made a dull whipping sound in the air, like a snake leaving its lair, it rolled towards Ye Feng.
Although this Xie Cheng's character was not good, he was worthy of being called the second person in this year's Sword Truth Assembly.
The flame whip's attack was stronger than Niu Zhanghao's huge axe the previous day.
A serious look flashed across Ye Feng's eyes. He did not plan to use his physical body to withstand the attack. Instead, he raised his short iron rod and shouted.
"Open the sky!"
When he was injured, a condensed saber intent replaced the long blade with a short iron rod.
This time, everyone present finally saw how Ye Feng did it.
He held the short iron rod horizontally in front of his chest. The saber intent that had condensed around him madly surged in like a whirlwind.
The blade's aura gradually increased.
After reaching a certain point, Ye Feng's blade struck out.
An awe-inspiring saber shadow slashed across the skies, causing everyone to feel as though they were suffocating.
Just like a hot knife slicing through butter, the flaming whip in Xie Cheng's hand was easily chopped apart by the saber shadow. It continued its momentum as it descended towards Xie Cheng.
"This is bad!"
Xie Cheng's eyes narrowed.
On his body, a fiery red Light Curtain barrier suddenly lit up, enveloping Xie Cheng within.
This Light Curtain barrier was a protective treasure that he had bought for a huge price. It was incomparably precious and he was not willing to use it easily.
Xie Cheng had seen Ye Feng's amazing sword technique yesterday, so he had brought it with him today.
His goal was to block Ye Feng's slash.
He had already noticed yesterday that Ye Feng would fall into a temporary weakened state after this cut. This was the moment he was waiting for.
As long as he managed to block one slash, the one who would die would be Ye Feng.
It was a pity that he could have expected this, but how could Ye Feng not have thought of it?
Boom!
"Kacha, kacha …"
The blade shadow landed solidly on Xie Cheng's protective Light Curtain, followed by the sound of the Light Curtain shattering.
The Light Curtain was cut apart by Ye Feng, turning into countless light spots and disappearing. Then, the shadow of the sword did not stop and slashed down from above.
"Puff …"
Boiling hot blood sprayed out like raindrops, sprinkling onto the smooth floor of the arena.
Xie Cheng's body was sliced into two by the saber shadow, and with a 'peng' sound, he crashed to the ground.
Xie Cheng … Die!
"This …"
The spectators all fell into silence as they watched with wide eyes.
"Dead? Xie Cheng died just like that? "
No one would have thought that Xie Cheng would die so straightforwardly.
The dignified Xie Clan's young master, who was publicly acknowledged as the second person in the sword arts competition, could not even withstand a single slash from Ye Feng.
And it was even under the condition of using a protective magical equipment.
The few elders frowned. They wanted to reprimand Ye Feng for Xie Cheng's death. After all, Xie Cheng was the eldest son of the Xie Family. It would not be a good thing if it was spread out.
However, when they turned their heads and saw the smile on Li Jiutian's face, the elders tacitly chose to remain silent.
Zuo Xuan, who was sent flying by Ye Feng, was lying on the other side of the stage.
Seeing Xie Cheng's body split in half, his entire body quivered. Without hesitation, he crawled toward the side of the stage.
Now that he was still in the arena, he had to quickly climb down if he wanted to survive.
"You, not bad!"
Sikong Sheng, who had been standing indifferently at the side, finally spoke. He nodded at Ye Feng and said, "Ye Feng, to have this kind of strength, you are worthy of my help."
"However, that saber strike earlier had consumed at least half of your elemental energy. In order to convince you wholeheartedly, I'll allow you to rest for a while and recover your strength."
Ye Feng couldn't help but to be confused.
He did not expect that this Sikong Chang Sheng would still have this much potential.
In this Sword Arts Competition, Sikong Sheng had the absolute advantage in strength. Other than Ye Feng, who surprised him a little, he did not put anyone else in his eyes.
From his point of view, Ye Feng's knife was indeed sharp, but it was unable to injure him.
And the period of laziness that followed was a real flaw.
Therefore, Sikong Changsheng did not recommend doing him a favor and give Ye Feng some time to recover his strength.
"As for you, Mo Chengkong, do you want to go down by yourself, or should I let you lie down?"
Sikong Sheng turned his head and looked at Mo Chengkong, who was standing on the other side.
Even with the help of a Divine Weapon, Mo Chengkong was still far from being a match for him.
"I admit that I am not a match for you, but since you have come up, I am unwilling to not fight. Let me see just how powerful you are. "
"Watch my sword!"
Mo Chengkong channeled the sword art he was holding, and with a "Zheng" sound, the Longsword on his back was drawn out of its scabbard and turned into a sharp sword beam.
Sikong Sheng stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the sword aura flying towards him coldly. When the sword aura was close to him, he slowly extended two fingers.
"Clang!"
The sound of metal clashing came from Sikong Sheng's fingertips.
The Longsword that could be considered as Holy Weapon, floated in midair and remained motionless. Sikong Changsheng had actually used two fingers to hold onto the Longsword, preventing it from moving even a little bit.
"This …"
Seeing that, Mo Chengkong's pupils violently contracted.
At this conference, he relied on this Longsword to squeeze into the top ten, and all the opponents he had met were all defeated by it with a sweep, and not a single person was able to withstand the might of the Holy Weapon.
However, Sikong Sheng was able to control the Flying Sword with just two fingers, preventing it from working.
"Sword Truth, it is known as the strongest killing technique. Unfortunately, you have the Holy Weapon in your possession, but you did not manage to comprehend the Gao Ming Sword Intent. With this sword in your hands, it is all a waste."
"Go down!"
With a wave of his sleeve, the Longsword was thrown backwards. With a "whoosh", it flew out of the arena and landed on the ground below the arena.
Sikong Sheng naturally had the ability to injure, and even killed Mo Chengkong directly.
However, his Master Qian Ding had warned him last night that Mo Chengkong had a powerful background. If he met him, he only needed to defeat him.
Otherwise, even Tinnie wouldn't have been able to protect him.
Although Sikong Sheng was a cold person, he was not stupid. He knew who he could offend and who he could not offend.
"Alright, you're indeed amazing. I sincerely admire you."
Seeing this, Mo Chengkong knew that he had no way of fighting back. He could only bow at Ye Feng and take the initiative to jump down from the stage.
Only Ye Feng and Sikong Chang were left on the stage.
— — The content is from [Mick Read]