Chapter 59: Jiao Sheng's Continuous Attacks

  "Feng sister, please instruct me!" Zi Ke politely returned the courtesy, making preparations for battle, with his knees slightly bent and his single hand hiding a sword, somewhat resembling the Hunting Gate.

  Feng Xinyao's sword was also a long sword, although it looked different, but among the disciples of Feng Tianzong, every sword was made by a famous craftsman, and Feng Xinyao's sword was one of the best.

  "Then I won't be polite!" Feng Xiyao stepped on the flowing cloud step, her movements incredibly fast, and yet still elegant and beautiful to watch. The young man on stage was left staring in amazement, and even the winner had already begun to "speak like a river".

  "Aha!" A soft cry, two cold lights.

  "However!" Even if Feng Xiyao was fast, Zi Yiguang waited for the attack. No matter how sharp the angle was, he could still block it.

  One strike didn't work out, Feng Xiyao retreated three steps back, sprinting at high speed, not giving Zi any chance, because if she gave the fire-type sword king a chance to fight back, that would be seeking death.

  "Mid-tier Mystic Rank, whirlwinds rise in all directions." Seizing a thread of opportunity, Feng Xinyao raised her hand and unleashed a battle technique.

  Sword energy struck, the battlefield was filled with the collision of fighting spirit. "Hah!" Zi counterattacked with a single sword strike, her reaction faster than the other fire-type sword kings. For years, she had been racing with magical beasts, sometimes running fast to get food, and sometimes running fast to escape with her life.

  A crisp sound, Zi Cang's prompt sword actually blocked Feng Xueyao's attack, the two sides were only one level apart, but why did it give people a feeling of being five levels apart.

  Feng Xinyao borrowed strength to reverse, a beautiful turn spun up, and a swift strike pierced through.

  Zi Fan turned his hand over and drew his sword, holding it level in front of his chest, his eyes never leaving Feng Xinyao's hand.

  "Ding!" The sword tip pierced through the purple treasure sword, Feng Xinyao flipped her body twice and retreated five steps back, she felt that this was a terrible hand!

  At this moment, Zi seemed like a different person. The bamboo hat on her head was slightly floating, and her body was full of vigor and vitality.

  The action was so natural, as if it had merged into this circle.

  At the back of the stands, an old man, who looked like he was nearing the end of his life, and nobody knew how he got there.

  The old man said calmly: "Win or lose is decided, I'll go back and play chess again!"

  "Whoosh!" His body moved slightly and disappeared on the spot.

  On the round platform, Zi's face had already radiated a fierce light of battle, and she had fully entered the state of life-and-death struggle.

  She's moved! She was like a cheetah, no fancy moves, she couldn't bear to spend a few gold coins on learning human-level combat skills. Her movements were fierce and bold, with an air of ambition, perfect physique, slender waist, just like someone who had practiced yoga, her body extremely flexible.

  "Ah!"

  "Hey!" Two angry cries, Feng Xinyao quickly, Zi Gang violently, on the round platform, tender voices continued, Feng Xinyao looked at the side sword, slanting sword to divide force, borrow force to strike.

  Zi is like a spirited horse, running faster and faster, fighting more and more fiercely.

  "Whoosh!" Feng Xiyao unleashed a mid-tier battle technique, Whirlwind Slash, but it was blocked by Zi. However, the wind blade still managed to cut into Zi's body, leaving several fine bloodstains on her shoulder. Zi didn't flinch, and this level of injury wasn't even worth mentioning for her.

  Backhand uppercut, a thrust of the sword, "Hiss!" Feng Xinyao parried with his sword, but the force was too great, and it grazed past his chest, revealing half an inch of tender skin.

  "Wow!" The audience on the platform shouted! The young men, who were usually gentle and polite, all stared with wide eyes, desperately cheering for the two women, spitting flying saliva, and the audience below wanted to hold up oil-paper umbrellas, because no matter which woman broke whose clothes, it was "beneficial" to the male youths on the platform.

  The match was so intense that Feng Xinyao's hair had begun to come undone, and her body had multiple spots where the purple sword energy had broken through. Although in today's society, this couldn't be considered even slightly revealing, as her body was tightly wrapped in a blue cloth, but hearing the cheers and shouts from the stands, her face had already turned red to the point of no return, she was now panting heavily, dodging the purple attacks.

  Zi was not doing well either, but she didn't have the delicate and refined features of a noble lady. Her face showed a strong determination, and her endurance was unmatched even by the Earth Sword King, let alone the Wind Sword King who was one rank lower than her. Zi was panting heavily, her tightly wrapped chest rising and falling slightly, causing some people in the spectator stands to nod their heads repeatedly.

  If Long Tianyu knew that today's game was so gorgeous, he would cry out in despair: "Let me die on the beautiful woman's chest..."

  Neither of them would give up so easily, and the cries of "Oh my god!" continued on the round platform. I really don't know if they were tired or not, but their shouts still sounded so charming and pleasant to hear.

  "Xuan Yao has lost!" Feng Guyu shook his head.

  "Old Ancestor, the outcome is still uncertain, and neither of the two women has an advantage?" Feng Xiao Tian was puzzled.

  "You little kid who hasn't even entered the depths of the forest, how can you see through her moves?! That purple-haired girl has been through countless hardships since she was young, and that aura must have been cultivated in the Demon Beast Forest. Do you know how many times she's struggled at death's door? Girls like her often burst out with their last bit of strength when they're on the verge of defeat, and turn the tables on their opponent!"

  The wind howled and hugged its head, having just been knocked around by the ancient domain's winds, it nodded slightly to indicate that it had learned a lesson.

  "Ah!"

  In the end, the two were evenly matched, but Feng Xiyao no longer had the strength to fight with Zi.

  Even though the audience cheered for Feng Xueyao with thunderous applause, Feng Xueyao had already run out of energy.

  "Xue Yi's sister, it's good that we listened to you and didn't place a bet this time! Otherwise, we would have lost the gamble."

  Upon hearing Shangguan Lingxue's praise, Murong Xueyi wasn't as icy in front of the woman, and she smiled slightly and nodded.

  Shangguan Lingxue's heart was filled with both joy and worry. She was happy that Murong Xueyi hadn't gone to gamble, so Long Tianyu's 1,200 gold coins were all safe. She knew that Long Tianyu was currently short of money, and if she could keep the money safe, he might praise her lavishly. If Long Tianyu really praised her, this little girl would be overjoyed for several nights and wouldn't be able to sleep.

  But she was also worried, worried that she didn't listen to him, didn't put all the money on Feng Xinyao's body, and was afraid that Long Tianyu would blame her for not listening to him, and therefore wouldn't like her as much, keeping a distance from her.

  A woman's mind is so complicated, and our protagonist can't even get a word in edgewise now, let alone ten or more sneezes.

  As expected, Zi let out a delicate cry, and with an explosive strike at super high speed, she knocked Feng Xueyao's sword flying far away, sending it falling off the stage.

  Looking at the purple sword tip pointing at her own throat, Feng Xinyao said slightly reluctantly: "I lost!"

  Zi sheathed his sword and said in a sweet voice: "Xuan Yao sister has acknowledged!"

  The third set of semi-finals ended with Zi winning.

  In a teahouse located in a remote corner of the city, the old man with an air of elegance was playing chess with a young woman in her twenties.

  The girl usually wears a bamboo hat, and now Xiao Jiu only sees her back, but that golden long hair makes me dizzy.

  "Master, I lost again."

  "The young apprentice has made great progress. Just in time, the competition on that side has ended and we've won some money again. We can buy some wine and play chess." The old man smiled slightly.

  "Didn't Master say that Feng Xinyao would lose soon? Why is it taking so long? I've never seen Master make a mistake before?" the woman asked curiously.

  "Strange to say, this time it's really a bit off, could it be that Feng Xinyao had some kind of strange encounter recently?"

  The girl got up and pulled the old man's hand, "Master, why don't you help your disciple calculate a fortune-telling?"

  "Alright alright, I've calculated your horoscope before! Hmm? Strange? Your fate line has appeared twice? Such a thing is rarely seen!"