The body skills ensure the continuity of the moves, the claw wind penetrates all defenses, and the tan legs increase his explosive power. In this state, Di Feng will definitely not be able to win by relying on basic sword skills.

It's still too difficult to rely on basic swordsmanship alone. The most important thing is that Wu Tian doesn't have any advantage.

In terms of inner breath, he only has the acquired eighth level. Even if he compresses his inner breath, he can only reach the third level of the seven-color realm.

In terms of martial arts, he only has basic swordsmanship, and a single attack is not enough for him to deal with the ever-changing Di Feng.

Just when everyone was analyzing the pros and cons, Qiu Ming, who was in the commentator's seat, suddenly said: "In terms of the realm of martial arts, he seems to have an advantage. After all, he has reached the ultimate realm and has the power to turn decay into magic."

Hong Tao objected: "So what if he reaches the pinnacle? After all, it's just a basic swordsmanship with limited potential. I think it's a miracle that he's still standing after five minutes."

The argument between the two also made many people start to think about whether they had done too much. Of course, more people just wanted to see Wu Tian get beaten up.

With one move, Tan kicked Wu Tian's right arm hard, and the green inner energy finally broke through the fascia, and blood continued to flow from the wound.

Di Feng took a few steps back after seeing this, and then spun his hands. At this time, the air around him made a sharp sound, like the sound of a ghost crying, which made people shudder.

Before making the move, Di Feng said proudly: "You are not too weak if you can be defeated by me."

Nine Yin Divine Claw·Netherworld Style!

At this moment, Wu Tian seemed to have fallen into hell, surrounded by lonely ghosts. The moment they saw him, all the ghosts waved their sharp claws.

Boom!

There was a muffled sound, and five finger holes appeared in Wu Tian's chest. When Di Feng's fingers were pulled out from his body, the splash of blood made the people in the stands roar with excitement.

Di Feng also panted and said to the referee: "Why don't you come up and announce the result?"

The referee motioned for him to turn his head. Wu Tian, ​​who was supposed to have fallen on the ring, was still standing there.

For this reason, Di Feng said helplessly: "He is like that, do you still think he is capable of fighting?"

The referee said expressionlessly: "Look at that look, is it a look of failure?"

In the end, the referee also gave a standard, as long as Wu Tian voluntarily discarded the shuriken or he was shot down outside the ring, otherwise the game would continue.

Di Feng had no choice but to come back to Wu Tian, ​​just when he was about to take action.

A ray of sword light flashed across his eyes. If his body hadn't instinctively retreated, something would have happened just now.

Di Feng said angrily: "You bastard, you dare to cheat!"

I touched my eyes with lingering fear and almost capsized in the gutter. Although it is possible to regenerate eyeballs with current technology, it will take a long time and a lot of resources.

Thinking of this, Di Feng no longer showed mercy.

The sharp claw wind left various claw marks on Wu Tian's body. At this moment, Di Feng seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit.

Even so, Wu Tian still relied on the long sword in his hand to use basic sword skills to counterattack, but the opponent's speed was like a ghost, and it was impossible to distinguish reality from reality.

The various abuses around him were also interfering with his perception. After being suppressed in all directions, he was helpless and gradually thought of giving up.

Unwilling to give in, just when Wu Tian was thinking wildly, five more finger holes appeared on his chest.

Di Feng said fiercely: "Asshole, you dare to be distracted while fighting with me. You are really arrogant!"

"Or, you look down on me from the bottom of your heart!"

Di Feng's momentum was still rising. Faced with such oppression, Wu Tian wanted to give up.

Just when he was about to throw away the sword in his hand, the emperor's blood flowing in his body quietly dimmed. There is no emperor who surrenders, only the emperor who dies in battle.

Wu Tian's move completely went against the will of the Emperor's blood inheritance, and others around him seemed to have noticed Wu Tian's thoughts.

It looks like the game is about to end.

Wu Tian looked at the arrogant Di Feng in front of him, and suddenly remembered the time when he first entered the martial arts school. Everyone wanted to challenge him because he was the weakest in the class.

At that time, even though he was beaten miserably every day and lost every game, he was knocked unconscious and never surrendered, let alone gave up on his own initiative.

Thinking of this, Wu Tian let out a roar!

He dared to fight even if he didn't have the strength, but now that he has the strength, he doesn't dare anymore. Is this self-knowledge?

No, this is cowardice, this is an excuse.

The originally dim emperor's blood suddenly revived, and Wu Tian, ​​who was covered in wounds, seemed to ignore everything around him at the moment, with only Di Feng in his eyes not far away.

There is endless fighting spirit hidden deep in the bright eyes. He steps on the ring, abandons all defenses and attacks with all his strength!

Cut! Cut! Cut!!!

Wu Tian's sudden outburst shocked everyone, especially his desperate style of play, which was even more shocking. He wanted to win so much that he could persevere until now.

You must know that Wu Tian's whole body was covered with scars at this moment, and his blood almost stained half of the arena red.

Most people would have fainted due to excessive blood loss, but Wu Tian exploded with extraordinary fighting power. Such willpower made people couldn't help but cheer for him.

Come on!

Fuck him, fuck him to death!

Wu Tian, ​​come on!

Originally there were only one or two cheers, but in the end, nearly half of the audience cheered for Wu Tian.

I want to win, I want to win!

With this thought, the breathing method, meditation method, and swordsmanship become one again.

This time, Di Feng was at a disadvantage and looked at Wu Tian in front of him.

He suddenly had an ominous premonition, but where his realm was, the gap was also there. In this case, it would be up to him who couldn't hold on first.

Since you gave up defense, I will give up too.

The battle in the ring fell directly into a fight to the death. Both of them looked so fierce that they were not afraid of death, which made the referee nervous.

Not only was the referee nervous, Gan Yingwei who was watching the game even crushed his favorite antique teacup without knowing it.

Now the fight between the two has already broken out. You must know that this is an era when all people are practicing martial arts, and everyone has a sense of hostility in their hearts.

This is also the reason why the government vigorously promotes competition. If they are not allowed to vent their anger, it will definitely cause a lot of trouble.

This deadly battle in the high school league ignited the hostility in everyone's hearts. This was a collision between geniuses. How could such a passionate battle not be cheering and exciting?

In the sky, Di Feng's martial arts luck was like a tiger roaring in front of him. At this moment, Wu Tian's luck also began to change.

A purple-gold real dragon flew over it, and a dragon and a tiger started fighting here.

The martial saints all looked at each other. They didn't expect that the two of them would actually fight to such a level, and even their luck began to fight.

Gradually, the force of Wu Tian's sword began to weaken, and even his eyes began to lose sight.

Di Feng was also miserable. Wu Tian, ​​who abandoned his defense, cut three long wounds on his body. If he hadn't blocked the wounds with his inner breath in time, the other half of the arena would have been dyed red.

Seeing Wu Tian lying there, Di Feng let out a long breath, it must be over now.

The referee also came to the stage to announce the result, but at this moment, Wu Tian slapped his left hand heavily on the stone board, and then stood up forcefully in front of Di Feng's surprised eyes.

Then he said in a trembling voice: "I can still fight!"

No way, you can still stand up?

Are you the reincarnation of the Blood Demon? Can you still stand up even though you are like that?

One sword can separate the world!!!

Facing this sword energy, Di Feng tore it into pieces with one claw and finally knocked Wu Tian out of the ring. When the referee announced the result, everyone in the audience stood up and watched Wu Tian leave.
Chapter completed!