Nine Star Hegemony Technique

Chapter 290
In the second round, Luo Bing personally selected an outer disciple. This disciple was burly and sturdy, and looked tough.

However, Long Chen still didn't appoint anyone to go up. Seeing that Long Chen didn't have any instructions, an outer disciple of the Tiandihui jumped up.

That disciple, Long Chen, knew him. When he crossed the strange river with tiger mouth fish during the assessment in the other courtyard, Long Chen saved his life.

He was originally Qi Xin's subordinate, but grateful for Long Chen's kindness, he told Qi Xin about framing Xiaoxue, and Long Chen took him into the Tiandihui.

This kid's name is Zhu Feng, he is very talented, and he is considered to be the best among the outer disciples. Seeing him go up, Long Chen nodded, and slowly ran to this side with [-] merit points.

The burly man on the opposite side is also in the middle stage of Yijin, glanced at Zhu Feng who was only in the early stage of Yijin, and said disdainfully:
"You are not my opponent, if you are sensible, go away, or you will die."

"Let's do it." Zhu Feng shook his head, and gently took out his long sword.

"Okay, since you want to die, I'll let you go"

The burly man snorted coldly, and there was an extra broad sword in his hand, which seemed to be quite heavy, so he was probably good at strength.

"buzz"

With a swing of the long sword, the man rushed towards Zhu Feng, his whole body was like a phantom, extremely domineering.

No.30 The disciples from the Sixth Courtyard all applauded. Among the outer disciples, that burly man is the strongest.

Not only is his cultivation strong, his strength is his forte. When fighting, he can take great advantage.

Seeing the burly man slashing with his sword, Zhu Feng didn't seem to see the broad sword in his hand, the long sword in his hand went straight to stab at the opponent's heart, the castration was fast and swift.

The burly man couldn't help being startled, that blow was clearly a tactic to kill both, even if they wanted to die together, they would only die together when the mountains and rivers were at an end, how could they die together when they came up?

What he didn't know was that this was the fighting style that Long Chen instilled in everyone on the battlefield:
Desperation is one of the most effective ways to kill, but it is not effective for everyone, so it depends on the person.

Desperately find those who are normal-minded, greedy for life and afraid of death, as long as you work hard, they will immediately soften.

Because they will be afraid, they will be afraid, and they will never dare to fight you with their lives, so you will win half of the battle.

But this method is not effective for everyone. Except for lunatics and fools, only true warriors are not afraid of death and dare to die with you.

And true warriors have long looked down on life and death, fearless and fearless, how can they be as vain and arrogant as this group of people in front of them?

So Zhu Feng didn't even think about it, it was a move that hurt both sides. In the thinking of these disciples in the other courtyard, their lives were picked up, and it was Long Chen who forcibly snatched them back from the hands of the god of death.

They have already earned, and they don't care even if they lose it, so they dare to work hard, and only then can they show an indomitable momentum in their bones.

Seeing that Zhu Feng didn't block his broadsword, the burly man's expression changed, he naturally didn't want to be hurt by others, so he hastily blocked back with the broadsword in his hand.

The two swords collided, after all that burly man was powerful and took advantage of his cultivation, Zhu Feng was shocked back a few steps.

The burly man snorted coldly: "That's all"

The broad sword in his hand slashed at Zhu Feng again, this time with greater force, the blow just now was just a test.

The second sword was even faster, and when it was about to hit Zhu Feng, the long sword in Zhu Feng's hand pierced straight into the opponent's lower abdomen.

But Zhu Feng's speed was not as fast as the opponent's. If he followed this posture, the opponent's long sword would be cut on his shoulder a little faster.

But Zhu Feng's sword didn't waver at all, your sword can cut me in two, and my sword can pass through your dantian, even if I die, you will be destroyed.

The burly man saw that Zhu Feng's face was calm all the time, without any gnashing of teeth, at first he thought he was just scaring himself.

But he found out that he was wrong, this bastard was not afraid of death at all, and he clearly wanted to grab a back before he was about to die.

Originally, the burly man was considered a ruthless man among those outer disciples, and his attacks were ruthless, and many disciples were injured by him.

But these days, the soft ones are afraid of the hard ones, the hard ones are afraid of the cruel ones, and the tough ones are afraid of dying. In this world, there are few people who are not afraid of dying.

Seeing the tall and thin man lose before, he was full of contempt, but now facing Zhu Feng, he finally understood the difficulties of the tall and thin man.

The long sword in his hand was only an inch away from hitting the opponent's body, but the burly man insisted on retracting the long sword to block the sword in front of his lower abdomen.

"laugh"

Because it was a change of move, the speed was slower than Zhu Feng's. Although Zhu Feng's sword was blocked at the last moment, the tip of the sword had already hit his lower abdomen, cutting a long gash in his clothes.

The burly man could even feel a chill in his abdomen. Thanks to him forcibly retracting his attack, otherwise he would not die or be crippled.

This blow made the burly man sweat off his face. Looking at Zhu Feng's calm face, he was so ruthless. He didn't take his own life seriously.

hum!
When the burly man was frightened, Zhu Feng had already come to kill him with a sword, his moves were extremely fierce, he did not seek power, but to kill.

That's why Long Chen didn't let them spar in normal times, as sparring would affect their habit of shooting. The purpose of fighting is to kill each other, it's not a joke.

The example in front of him is the best proof that that burly man is much higher than Zhu Feng in terms of cultivation and combat power.

But under Zhu Feng's desperate attack, he became restrained, looking forward and backward, unable to use all his abilities.

This is also what Long Chen told them: when two people fight against each other, the more afraid of death, the easier it is to die.

Only by getting rid of the shackles of death and the fear of death can one be absolutely calm, be able to feel the changes in the surrounding environment, capture every weakness of the enemy, and exert the most powerful strength.

Winning the strong with the weak is not really defeating the strong with the weak, but to use 100% of your strongest point to attack the opponent's weakest point.

In terms of skills, combat skills, cultivation, strength, mind, will, etc., the average Zhu Feng is far weaker than the opponent.

However, Zhu Feng completely destroyed the opponent's confidence and caused the opponent's combat power to plummet by relying on his strong will.

The burly man, except for the first move had the upper hand, after the second move, he followed the old path of the first disciple.

Because Zhu Feng's moves are fierce and fierce, and Zhu Feng's face is always calm, which is more frightening than his ferocious face.

Tang Wan'er couldn't help shaking her head, and looked at Long Chen. She had learned a lot from the previous disciple's posture.

And this Zhu Feng actually imitated Long Chen's expression by nine points, that breathtaking calmness is simply too similar.

Tang Wan'er felt amused when she thought about it. Among the disciples in the other courtyard, almost everyone regarded Long Chen as an idol. In fact, no one knew that Long Chen was not yet 17 years old, one year younger than her .

It's just that Long Chen has a calmness and calmness that doesn't match his age, and has wisdom far beyond his peers, so everyone thinks that he may be in his early twenties.

Seeing Long Chen leaning comfortably on the chair, Tang Wan'er felt warm in her heart, and it felt so good to have Long Chen by her side.

She found that she was relying more and more on Long Chen, as if as long as Long Chen was around, even if the sky fell, his shoulders could carry it.

"boom"

There was a loud noise on the ring, interrupting Tang Wan'er's thoughts, she hurriedly looked up the ring, and saw Zhu Feng's left arm drooping, broken in several sections.

And the burly man opposite him covered his throat with one hand, blood flowed from his fingers, and his face was full of fear.

"you lose"

Although Zhu Feng's arm was broken into several sections, his face was expressionless, and he pointed a long sword at the other party and said coldly.

The whole audience was silent, everyone could clearly see the move just now, Zhu Feng blocked the blow of the broadsword with his arm, but the long sword sliced ​​across the opponent's throat.

If Zhu Feng's long sword sticks out a little further, it won't cut the throat, but the head will fall to the ground.

The man's throat was cut open, he was speechless, his eyes were full of fear, and he jumped off the ring in a hurry.

As soon as he jumped off the ring, someone stepped forward to rescue him, and a wood repairer stepped forward to stop the bleeding and heal his wounds.

If a mortal's throat was cut, he would die without a doubt, but for a cultivator, being able to suppress the blood flow was nothing.

It's just that there was a wound on his neck, which made the man panic, plus he escaped from death, how could he dare to stay in the ring.

Following this person's defeat, the hearts of the disciples at the No.30 Sixth Courtyard sank. These guys are too ruthless.

"Bastards, you are so ruthless"

Luo Bing's face turned blue with anger, they are not good at this kind of fighting style at all,
"ruthless?"

Long Chen smiled disdainfully: "This is also called ruthless, it only shows that you are too naive and ignorant.

You can ask every brother around me, which one didn't crawl out of the dead, and which one of the enemies of the same level didn't kill hundreds of them?

The battle of leapfrogging is just commonplace, we all walked over the bones and flesh of the evil disciples along the way.

When we face the test of blood and fire, all of you are lying in the honeypot and acting like a baby, are you qualified to compare with us?How dare you look down on us?How funny! "

Following Long Chen's words, all the disciples in the other courtyard felt proud from the bottom of their hearts. They felt their blood warm up again, as if they had returned to the battlefield where they fought with Long Chen.

"Stop talking nonsense, you lost again in the second round, so pay the money quickly." Long Chen secretly scolded himself for talking to her, why don't you come over and slap us in the face, then come on.

"Don't worry, I, Luo Bing, will definitely not rely on a group of beggars." Luo Bing snorted coldly, threw his nameplate over with a shake of his hand, and asked Elder Tufang to collect it himself.

One was that she believed that Tu Fang would not dare to charge her more merit points, and another point was that if she did it herself, the feeling of cutting flesh was very bad.

When the nameplate returned to Luo Bing's hands again, another [-] merit points were missing from the nameplate in his hand.

Although Luo Bing tried her best to pretend to be indifferent, the corners of her mouth trembled slightly, which indicated that she was not in a good mood.

"Hmph, next game, let's change to another level, and the core disciples will play."

(End of this chapter)