When the game officially started, Feng Qingcang's cheerful face instantly turned serious.

"Be careful, Junior Brother Chen."

Even if they get along well, it doesn't mean that he will let go on purpose. The same is true for Chen Jing.

The broad and long sword was slowly pulled out from the scabbard.

Instantly, Chen Jing felt that the momentum of Feng Qingcang in front of him changed drastically.

It's like being in a vast desert, with the scorching sun above your head capable of drying out the moisture in a human body, and all you can see are endless grains of sand, making people involuntarily feel desolate, desperate, and even have the urge to give up.

But soon, silver thunder swept through Chen Jing's eyes, making him regain his clarity instantly.

"The Northern Desert Kuangsha Sword has been mastered to this extent." Chen Jing had a little fear in his eyes.

So, he deserves to be Feng Qingcang.

But I can't deal with it that easily.

The sword came out of the body, and Chen Jing's whole body suddenly exploded with momentum.

Like black clouds looming over the city, beyond the reach of one's fingers, there was faint silver lightning raging in the depths, and an astonishing horror was revealed inadvertently.

The strong momentum quickly increased from left to right, and they took the lead in fighting in the midfield.

Invisible air currents thundered in the field, like a tug-of-war that was evenly matched, and finally turned into calm after a majestic wave of air.

"Okay! Okay! Okay!"

Every time Feng Qingcang said the word "good", the sharp power in his body suddenly grew stronger. By the end, he was like a peerless magic sword, pointing directly at Chen Jing with unmatched killing intent.

Come.

Chen Jing did not show any weakness at all. He stepped hard with his right foot and stepped half-step into the realm of transparency. As if a god had descended, with the confidence of seeing everything, he slashed at the opponent with his sword.

Clang Clang Clang Clang

From the very beginning, the two presented a feast of swordsmanship.

Different from the thrilling fight between swordsmen, the collision between swords is more wild and swift.

In an instant, the audience at the scene and in front of the TV immediately put aside other thoughts and devoted themselves wholeheartedly to this game that was of the best quality so far.

The desolate and lifeless despair followed Feng Qingcang's every blow, strangely disturbing Chen Jing's mind.

But Chen Jing, who was well prepared, was not affected at all under the protection of the coolness between his brows.

On the other side, Feng Qingcang was also invaded by surging energy from time to time, but with his powerful physique forged by his specialized body-refining method, he quickly minimized all incoming damage, and even eliminated some of the damage.

He recovered quickly from minor injuries.

With the same powerful martial arts talent, but with an extra year of training time, there will always be more advantages than ever before.

For example, although Chen Jing and Shang Qingmei are extremely talented, due to time constraints, they have not practiced any specialized body-training techniques. Although they have trained their bodies with their top-notch techniques, they still have the upper hand among most warriors of the same level.

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But there are specialties in the art industry.

Facing people like Feng Qingcang and Nie Shaoxuan who are not inferior to them in martial arts and who have specialized in body training, their physical bodies are definitely at a disadvantage.

This was also the first time that Chen Jing was physically at a disadvantage when facing an opponent of the same level.

Not only was Feng Qingcang's strength greater than his, but so was his physical defense.

Even if Chen Jing slashed Feng Qingcang's body, due to the opponent's strong defense, it only broke the surface and could not hurt the bones at all.

Even very quickly, the blood on the opponent's wound will stop quickly and the healing speed will be accelerated.

Chen Jing's pupils shrank when he saw this scene in front of him. No wonder there was news that Feng Qingcang's breakthrough to the fourth level was just around the corner.

It was obvious that the opponent already had some of the characteristics of a fourth-level warrior who could not leak blood.

But it's not infallible after all.

Chen Jing's eyes flashed, and the aura of the half-step enlightenment realm rose rapidly in the surprised eyes of the masters. It was like saying that when he dealt with Zong Jingyuan yesterday, he was only one paper away from the final breakthrough, so now he is only one step away from the barrier.

It’s almost half a page.

"It's just that little bit missing." A master murmured.

"It's really giving me a toothache when it's neither up nor down. Do you think this kid did this on purpose? It's so accurate that one has to doubt it." Someone beside him murmured.

"Impossible!" Someone immediately retorted, "Even though it's only a small difference, it took me a long time to really break through. It only took this junior a long time to break through to the half-step enlightenment realm. It can't be so fast."

Obviously, this man is a powerful warrior who has broken through the realm of transparency.

And what he said was recognized by everyone.

"That's right." The person who had previously whispered that Chen Jing was intentional also nodded obediently.

On the competition ground, when Chen Jing unleashed the power of the Half-Step Transparent Realm with all his strength, Feng Qingcang was quite confused for a moment.

Facing Chen Jing's every blow that turned rotten into magic, even if he tried his best to stop it, the opponent's backhand, which seemed to have changed in thousands of ways, was still hard to guard against.

The opponent is like a big net at this moment. Even if you are physically stronger than him, it is still difficult to get rid of him no matter how hard you struggle without a head-on confrontation.

Even if someone is as powerful as Feng Qingcang, facing Chen Jing's half-step enlightenment state, his sword skills will still be like a slow knife cutting flesh, gradually leading to defeat as time goes by.

Others can see this, so how could someone as talented as Feng Qingcang not know?

He suddenly stamped his foot, and even though the tournament had prepared a stronger floor material as expected, a big hole was still created without resistance under this kick.

Chen Jing, who was about to bully him, paused when he saw this. Although the time was short, it seemed that someone like Feng Qingcang had enough time.

"Roar!"

A powerful and shocking roar came from Feng Qingcang's mouth.

Even though they were thousands of miles away, everyone in front of the TV couldn't help but feel their hearts tremble when they heard this roar.

But that's nothing.

As if an invisible roar disturbed the entire void, one after another extremely violent winds emerged out of thin air and quickly gathered around Feng Qingcang.

When he swung his sword down, a fierce wind followed it with the intention of sweeping everything.

At the same time, a word that seemed to flow from ancient times came out passionately from Feng Qingcang's mouth full of Qin opera.

That is,
Chapter completed!