After a fight, Zong Jingyuan looked a little embarrassed, but his handsome image was not damaged at all.

It's no wonder that many female disciples in Zhengyang Martial Arts Hall regard him as the lover of their dreams.

But it's a pity that he doesn't care about the people who are within his reach, but the people who care about him regard him as nothing.

If someone had told him before that jealousy could make people crazy, he would have never believed it.

But now, Zong Jingyuan has some deep feelings.

Although people like him would not be as crazy and reckless as some people, in defeating Chen Jing, in addition to the reason why a warrior must win, he also had a new personal reason.

So, use your strongest power!

As if all the brilliance had been washed away, Zong Jingyuan at this moment showed no trace of his previous dazzling appearance.

On the contrary, all the previous holy light gathered in the palm of his right hand that he had just extended, quickly condensing into a dazzling golden disk, and its light turned the entire right palm into a golden color.

Great Sun Holy Light Judgment-Golden Holy Plate!

To be able to enter the quarterfinals of the North-South Competition, almost every player has mastered combat skills far beyond their own level.

At this moment, the aura exuding from Zong Jingyuan's right hand was far beyond what a third-level warrior could achieve.

If Chen Jing would have been extremely fearful for more than a month, then now, his eyes are full of burning fighting spirit.

In this case, let me verify what I have learned.

Chen Jing raised his sword and made an unfamiliar gesture.

The third form of the Golden Crow Sun-negative Sword - The sun is rising in the sky!

It's noon and the sky is shining brightly.

At this moment, Chen Jing's slender blade was surrounded by a strong burning meaning, making the air around him seem to be scorched, giving the blade a vague feeling.

When he swung his sword straight up, it was like a bright sun, and the place he walked was covered in scorch.

When the sword fell, the hottest sunlight erupted, making it difficult for people to look directly at it.

The same goes for the golden holy plate in Zong Jingyuan's hand.

For a moment, the two of them were like huge luminous bodies, making it impossible for the audience to look directly at them.

Even those middle-level warriors, most of them subconsciously avoided the light.

Only the middle-aged man with a Chinese character face who spoke before, and people like Xie Hongguang, have the ability to not be afraid at all.

"what happened?"

CCTV beauty Han Muning expressed the same sentiments of many viewers with a surprised look on her face.

"The two of them had a tie with this move." Xie Hongguang said first.

After saying that, he looked proudly at another warrior newly invited to the stage to explain.

I thought to myself, although your strength is equal to mine, in terms of explanation ability, I am far behind you. Just wait, I will make it impossible for you to finish a sentence.

Han Muning didn't know what her colleagues next to her were thinking. When she opened her eyes again, it was exactly what Xie Hongguang said, so she said quickly:

"The game is not over yet! But it looks like player Chen Jing is in better condition! Look! He's taking action! He's so fast!"

After a half-hearted effort, Chen Jing did not give Zong Jingyuan any chance to rest. The shock force had the effect of tempering his body. Almost immediately after the fight, he recovered faster and forced himself to stop, and suddenly burst out to take the lead.

Moving forward, the sword in his hand struck the opponent with a force as heavy as a thousand pieces.

"Damn it!"

Zong Jingyuan's eyes, which were only a few tenths of a second away from being at an absolute disadvantage, were filled with bloodshot eyes, and the originally dim golden holy plate in his right hand lit up again.

"Hurry up! Hurry up!"

It's just that Chen Jing didn't give him another chance. Since there was a chance to kill the opponent immediately, why wait until the opponent regained his temper and try his ultimate move again.

Just when Zong Jingyuan was about to show surprise on his face, Chen Jing's originally empty left hand suddenly stretched out and turned his palm into a fist.

As if the entire void was in the palm of his hand, Zong Jingyuan suddenly felt a vomiting sensation that was caused by time and space.

Combat skill - Heaven-shaking fist!

Although this lasted only a moment, it was enough for Chen Jing.

Because his sword had already landed on Zong Jingyuan, who was still half a step away.

Plop!

Along with the bloody raindrops in the sky, Zong Jingyuan, who no longer lived up to his former majesty and handsomeness, fell heavily to the ground.

After a "whoosh" sound broke through the air, the referee quickly appeared between the two, signaled Chen Jing to stop, and announced loudly:

"Jiangnan Military Academy, Chen Jingsheng!"

The teachers and students of Jiangnan Military Academy, both at the scene and watching from the outside, were all shouting excitedly at this moment.

Chen Jing's victory means that two cadets from Jiangnan Military Academy have entered the semi-finals of the North-South Competition.

This was unheard of before.

Nowadays, who dares to say that Jiangnan Military Academy is lonely?

In the arena, facing the cheers of 100,000 people, Chen Jingfeng calmly sheathed her sword.

Compared with Zong Jingyuan's ragged appearance, he looked particularly neat.

It was as if coming here was just an outing, not a competition.

After the referee of this match dealt with Zong Jingyuan, he turned back and took a deep look at Chen Jing.

In this young man, he saw the figure of the previous Nie Shaoxuan.

The same talents, the same indifference.

I don’t know what the outcome will be if these two people meet.

He was instantly filled with anticipation.

"Senior Brother Zong has been defeated!"

If there were reasons to explain before, then at this moment, everyone in the Zhengyang Martial Arts Hall seemed like the sky had fallen, and they could no longer lift their mood.

Among them, only Gu Yifei remained normal.

If you look carefully, you will find a faint look of joy on her face.

Obviously, he was happy for Chen Jing's victory.

However, because she is a member of the Zhengyang Martial Arts School, she cannot express it clearly, otherwise it will cause public outrage.

After her mood slowly calmed down, Gu Yifei looked at Chen Jing off the field again, and this time she said with strong seriousness and persistence in her heart:

"Wait for me! I will definitely catch up with you!"

Although she was far behind Chen Jing from the beginning, this was not the reason for her to give up.

No matter what the reason was, she didn't want to let the distance between the two grow too far.

She wanted to stand upright next to this man, not who or what others said about Chen Jing.

This is her most fundamental persistence and pride.

not to mention!

"As a direct disciple of the Zhengyang Martial Arts School, even though Senior Brother Zong lost, I am still here. For the sake of the honor of the Martial Arts School, I will eventually get this place back."

I remembered that my cheap teacher taught me earnestly before I left Sobukan.

Although it was only a short time, she had already accepted this amiable teacher without any airs of a legendary warrior.

Gu Yifei looked at Chen Jing with sly eyes.
Chapter completed!