After rebirth, I became a treacherous minister Black Moonlight

Chapter 682: Victory at the Beginning

A murderous aura came over and instantly filled the entire lobby.

The moment Ji Feng jumped onto the stage, Aimulan walked past calmly and calmly, as if everything had nothing to do with her, and as if she had already made up her mind.

She went up to the second floor and stood opposite Emperor Liang - on the north side.

The door of Weiyang Tower faces west, and Duan Mingyue and the other two stood on the east side facing the gate.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the stage.

Moye, the number one swordsman in Loulan.

There was no exaggeration in Aimulan's introduction of him. He was a natural martial artist and had been gifted since childhood. At the age of twelve, he defeated all the senior brothers and sisters in the sect.

He defeated his master at the age of seventeen.

Although he has not mastered any evil skills like Mo Yi.

But it is also because of this that he is more ferocious and powerful than Mo Yi, and can always protect himself from being on the edge of a knife.

Ji Feng and Mo Xie did not follow the rules of the duel that had been tested first, and they drew their swords as their first move.

The cold sword blades collided violently on the ring, creating a series of sparks.

Meng Qianqian stared: "The sword energy of the two is slightly different."

Chen Long said: "Ji Feng's sword energy is yang, and Mo Xie's sword energy is yin. Yin and yang counteract each other, so they are originally enemies."

Meng Qianqian asked: "Brother, who do you think has a better chance of winning?"

Lu Yuan said unhappily: "Why don't you ask me?"

Chen Long glanced at him and said, "Because you are bad."

Lu Yuan: "Fight?"

Tan Er and Meng Lang said in unison:

"Hurrah!"

"Okay!"

Shangguan Ling clicked his tongue at Tan'er: "Just joining in the fun again!"

Tan Er put her hands on her hips and stamped her feet: "You want to fight me! Do you want to fight me too?"

Keng!
The sound of swords clashing could be heard again on the ring. Every move made by the two men was deadly, and it was a life-and-death game from the start.

The sword energy is like a cold pond, but also like a mountain of flames.

Everyone on the second floor could still feel the two internal forces, which were sometimes hot and sometimes cold. They were like two swimming dragons, biting each other fiercely on the stage.

"Fourth brother, this is too intense, isn't it?"

Duan Wenliang was overwhelmed.

The moves of the two men became more and more fierce, and their movements became faster and faster. Duan Wenliang felt that he could not keep up with them with his eyes.

"Is this really a fight? Even if we fight to the death, we can't do this..."

He couldn't find the right words to describe it, but it was too exciting, the only one he had ever seen in his life.

"Did I lose money buying Weiyang Tower?"

Duan Mingyue asked with a smile.

Duan Wenliang shook his head like a rattle: "Not a loss, not a loss!"

It’s worth every penny to be able to witness such a grand showdown with your own eyes!

"Xiaowu, who do you think will win?"

Duan Mingyue asked.

Xun Wu thought seriously for a while: "Moye."

Duan Wenliang glanced over at him: "Why is it Mo Xie? How did you know? They were clearly fighting back and forth, and it was hard to tell who was better!"

Xun Wu said: "In terms of talent, Ji Feng is not as good as Mo Ye."

"Can this be seen?"

Duan Wenliang scratched his head.

Xun Wu said: "Wenliang, you are a person with outstanding talent. You don't understand the pain and hardship that comes from hard work. If it were just the latter two, it would be fine, but the perception of talent is a gap that cannot be filled by any effort."

Duan Wenliang looked at his brother in confusion.

Duan Mingyue smiled and said, "Xun Wu is jealous of your martial arts talent, but he is only compared to Xun Wu. Any one of those people over there is several times better than you."

He glanced at Emperor Liang, Meng Qianqian and their group in the south.

"Where can anyone at random defeat me by so much?"

Duan Wenliang was not convinced and started counting from Meng Qianqian.

Lu Yuan, well, he had seen this guy's skills, and he was indeed better than himself.

As the strongest person in No. 12 Middle School, Chen Long should be no worse than himself. "Brother, that little girl named Tan'er, can't she be more talented than me?"

Duan Mingyue looked at Tan'er with a smile: "Her talent is indeed better than yours."

Duan Wenliang said with resentment: "You are so stubborn! Where is Shangguan Ling? Where is Meng Lang? Could it be that Yu Zichuan, who sits on the roof of the car and polishes his bow every day, is more talented than me?"

Duan Mingyue smiled but said nothing.

Xun Wu said to Duan Wenliang, "Brother is teasing you."

Duan Wenliang: “…”

On the ring, the battle between Moye and Jifeng entered the most critical moment.

Ji Feng's moves are not as many as Moye's, let alone as varied as they are. He only has a few moves to use.

Soon, Moye became familiar with Ji Feng's martial arts and analyzed the method to restrain him in a very short time.

"Not good, Ji Feng's sword has been restrained."

A solemn look appeared on Shangguan Ling's face.

Tan Er opened her eyes wide: "Is Ji Feng going to lose?"

Meng Lang said nonchalantly: "If we lose, it's all over."

According to Emperor Liang's plan, he wanted the other party to hand over the prize voluntarily. This was a risky move. He had to suppress the other party in every game and make the other party have no chance of fighting back. Only by making Loulan terrified would it be possible to break down the spiritual barrier built up by the Princess of Loulan.

Tan Er shouted, "Brother Ji Feng, you can't lose!"

Keng!
Moye slashed with her sword, forcing Ji Feng into a corner.

Mo Xie took advantage of the situation and kicked Ji Feng hard in the chest.

Ji Feng rolled over, but with just one strike, half of his body fell out of the ring.

At this moment, Ji Feng had exposed almost all of his weaknesses to Moye.

Moye only needed to step forward and strike with one more sword to easily take Jifeng's life.

Tan Er held her chin with her fists and murmured, "Brother Ji Feng..."

Aimulan and Emperor Liang stared at the two people who were on the verge of life and death without blinking, their expressions did not change at all.

Duan Wenliang sighed: "Fifth brother, you really guessed it right..."

He didn't dare look down.

I don’t know if it’s because I deal with those guys too much, but even though it’s none of his business, I always hope they win.

It’s a pity that Loulan won this round.

He lowered his eyes.

There was a sound of a sharp blade entering a body on the ring, followed by a figure flying backwards heavily.

"Ji Feng is a man. I'll find a doctor to save him. Just in case..."

"No need."

Xun Wu spoke.

"Fifth brother, no matter how Ji Feng is, he is still a guest..."

Duan Wenliang opened his eyes and pointed at Ji Feng who fell to the ground, but how could that person be Ji Feng?
It was clearly Moye, the number one swordsman of Loulan, who was covering her chest?

Duan Wenliang was shocked!
He looked towards the arena and saw Ji Feng, who was seriously injured, holding a sword in his left hand and pointing it coldly at Moye.

He was about to fall, but he kept himself steady with his strong willpower.

Blood gushed out of Moye's chest. She looked at the loser in disbelief, who had defeated her by risking her life.

He hadn't tasted failure since he was twelve.

The fishy sweetness that kept rising in his throat reminded him that it was not an illusion.

He was really defeated by a Central Plains man whose talent was far inferior to his own.

How can it be?

He is Mo Xie...

Loulan's number one swordsman...Moye...

Ji Feng staggered off the stage.

His vision had already blurred and his ears were ringing.

He couldn't see or hear clearly, and could only follow his intuition to locate Moye.

"what are you up to……"

Ji Feng was already bleeding from all seven orifices, and he used his remaining strength to tightly grasp the hilt of the sword with his hands that were injured to the bone:

"Your Majesty's order... Kill!"

Today is the handsome Jifeng~
(End of this chapter)