Fortune Shrine

Chapter 125 Thunder Sword (Please recommend)

Fang Yi didn't have such entanglements, so he wanted to win and keep winning.

How could a mere Ma Wenyuan block his progress.

The big competition is still going on, and the No. 12 ring's two qualifying places are already clear. Basically, it is Fang Yi and Ma Wenyuan. As for who will be the first, we will have to wait until the last round to find out.

The other arenas are similar, the top 32 is about to surface.

"Congratulations! Fang Yi." Su Mingyue laughed.

But behind this playfulness, a hint of disappointment flashed in her bright eyes.

"Thank you!" Fang Yi smiled slightly.

He didn't know the loss in Su Mingyue's eyes. There were so many experts in the outer sect, and it was not easy to win seven games in a row.

"Don't be discouraged, you've done a good job. You're the only one who won seven games in a row with the tenth level of Linghai."

After thinking about it, Fang Yi said something comforting.

Hearing this sentence, Su Mingyue smiled happily, not only because of this result, but also because Fang Yi said this sentence.

"Fang Yi, look quickly, Ma Wenyuan won!" Fatty suddenly pointed to the ring and shouted.

Fang Yi turned his head slightly, his expression remained unchanged. As a seed player, Ma Wenyuan's qualifying was already expected.

The ninth round of the competition has soon ended, and the tenth round is about to begin. This is also the last round of today, and the competition for the top 32 will be held tomorrow.

There are sixteen arenas, and there are still four arenas that have not yet been determined to qualify, and they have to wait until the final round. The competition is very fierce.

"The final round of competition begins!"

On the ring, the deacon elder said loudly, following his announcement, the tenth round officially began.

Perhaps it was specially arranged by the Zongmen. The competition between Fang Yi and Ma Wenyuan was scheduled for the last match. Those disciples who had finished the competition still did not leave, and chose to stay and watch the competition between the two.

Obviously they also want to know whether Fang Yi can defeat Ma Wenyuan.

Maybe they didn't think about this problem at all at first, but after Fang Yi took over Jian Gang with his bare hands, that powerful performance has been deeply seared in their minds.

Time passed slowly, and the competitions ended.

Finally, the elder deacon stepped onto the stage, his expression was like that of the audience, and there was also a hint of expectation.

"The tenth round, the last match, Fang Yi vs. Ma Wenyuan, please come on stage."

As soon as the words fell, the crowd was excited and cheered again and again.

"It's finally about to start, tsk tsk, who do you think will be the number one in our NO.12 ring?"

"I think Ma Wenyuan is most likely to be Ma Wenyuan. Although Fang Yi is powerful, he has only been in the sect for less than a year, and his cultivation level is not as good as Ma Wenyuan's."

"That's right. Ma Wenyuan's ability to be selected as a seed player is extraordinary. He has a great possibility of entering the top ten. Fang Yi probably isn't his opponent yet."

"That's not necessarily the case. You didn't see that Fang Yi didn't even shoot Jian Gang just now. No matter how powerful Ma Wenyuan is, he can't gather Jian Gang, so Fang Yi must win."

"Cut, it's just a sword that no one controls, otherwise Fang Yi would have died long ago."

"..."

The crowd was arguing endlessly. It could be seen that the vast majority supported Ma Wenyuan's victory, but very few supported Fang Yi.

No wonder, Ma Wenyuan is a seed player.

When they thought about it, if Fang Yi was really sure of winning against Ma Wenyuan, he would have challenged him long ago when selecting the seed player, so why wait until now.

"Fang Yi, come on, beat Ma Wenyuan." The fat man clenched his fist and said.

"But it's not too much. Safety is the most important thing. Regardless of whether you are first or second, you have already entered the top 32."

After thinking about it, the fat man added that he didn't think Fang Yi could defeat Ma Wenyuan either.

Zhao Mingde also nodded vigorously from the side, obviously worried about Fang Yi, after all, Ma Wen is no better than Leng Xingkong.

"Be careful!" Su Mingyue bit her lip and expressed concern.

Fang Yi smiled slightly, and walked straight onto the ring.

On the ring, Ma Wenyuan looked at Fang Yi with a serious expression.

"Fang Yi, right! I've heard about you, and I thought the rumors were exaggerated, but I didn't expect... You surprised me, but unfortunately, the number one in the No.12 ring must be me."

Ma Wenyuan said with an extremely firm expression, as if the first name should be his.

"What you said doesn't count, you have to compare it to know." Fang Yi smiled lightly.

"If that's the case, then I'll fulfill you!"

As soon as the words fell, Ma Wenyuan slashed out with a sword.

Suddenly, there was a faint sound of rushing thunder in the sky, and the sword seemed to have cut through the space.

Rumble!

The thunder became louder and louder, and the entire sky seemed to be trembling slightly under the sword, and a faint arc of electricity flashed in the air.

"This is? The sixth-grade martial art Thunder Sword Art."

In an instant, someone in the crowd recognized the martial arts used by Ma Wenyuan.

"Tsk tsk, I didn't expect Ma Wenyuan to practice the Thunder Sword Art. It is said that this martial skill is extremely difficult to practice."

"Yes, and in the previous competition, he had never used it before. I didn't expect that when facing Fang Yi, he would directly use this powerful martial skill as soon as he came up. It seems that he also values ​​Fang Yi very much."

"That's not necessarily the case, maybe he wants to end this battle as soon as possible."

"It seems that Fang Yi is in danger. Every sixth-rank martial skill is extremely powerful. I don't know if he can take it."

Fatty and Zhao Ming are of low strength, they don't know anything about Thunderbolt Sword Art, but when they heard what the crowd said, they all looked worried and stared at the ring very nervously.

Su Mingyue didn't worry much, after all, he saw Chen Qinglin die under Fang Yi's sword with his own eyes.

Although Ma Wenyuan is powerful, he should still be incomparable with Chen Qinglin.

On the ring, the corner of Ma Wenyuan's mouth twitched with joy, obviously full of confidence in his sword.

However, seeing Fang Yi's indifferent expression all the time, he felt a little uneasy. It was the scene of Fang Yi's breaking the sword gang that made him still fresh in his memory.

Fang Yi also moved at this time, and the long sword seemed to have a spirituality, and it was ejected.

Endless cold air began to spread from the blue sword body, sweeping across the ground in an instant.

"Break it for me!"

Fang Yi snorted softly, swiped his long sword lightly, and the majestic sword energy suddenly exploded like a mountain torrent. Wave after wave, seven waves overlapped, as if seven icebergs were crushed away.

"It's the ninth wave, tsk tsk, it's already reached the seventh wave. Unfortunately, it's a fourth-grade martial skill after all. I'm afraid it won't be able to stop the thunder sword."

"That's right, unless the Nine Layers of Waves can be cultivated to perfection, it is said that if the Nine Layers of Waves is cultivated to perfection, its power will even surpass that of a sixth-grade martial skill."

"Cut, this is just hearsay. Who knows if it's true or not. This martial skill becomes more effective as it progresses. It takes time and effort, and its attack power is mediocre. Who doesn't practice higher-level martial skills when there is that time."

The crowd nodded slightly, the Nine Layers of Waves is too difficult to cultivate, it's almost too much to do too much, and it's really thankless to keep practicing.

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