Chapter 1079 Another Victory

In the following matches, until dark, none of Sun Mo's personal disciples played.

Ying Baiwu and Li Ziqi felt bored, but the audience was mesmerized and hooked.

For the future of their teachers, these disciples are really working hard.

Show mercy?

It doesn't exist, as long as there is a chance, they are eager to kill their opponents.

Of course, the students are working so hard because this is a great opportunity to be on the list of heroes. As long as they squeeze into the top 64, they will definitely have a chance to be on the list.

At that time, fame and fortune came.

The next day, the fighting began.

In the first round, Ying Baiwu was drawn by a young man named Li Feng.

"Disciple Sun Mo wins Baiwu and faces disciple Li Feng of Wang Meng."

Tong Yiming announced.

"Finally it's my turn!"

Ying Baiwu glanced at Sun Mo, waiting for orders.

"Is your body okay?"

Sun Mo was worried that the iron girl had been feeling unwell since she came to the Dark Continent. If she hadn't insisted, Sun Mo would never allow her to play.

"much better."

When Ying Baiwu is idle, she will feel dizzy, vomit, and feel swollen and uncomfortable, but in order to participate in the battle, she has undergone special training in private, and then unexpectedly found that once she fights by herself, she is in a particularly good state, and her six senses are super sharp , the aura is running fast, the same as opening the berserk stance.

"Be careful!"

Sun Mo exhorted.

The iron girl nodded, and then rushed to the front of the ring with a few lunges, followed by a leap, and somersaulted up.

Her chic and neat posture, coupled with her heroic appearance, immediately won rounds of applause.

"What is Sun Mo doing? Why did you send another little girl?"

The audience didn't know how to do it and just watched the excitement, but the famous teachers frowned.

Isn't Sun Mo too arrogant?

"You have misunderstood Sun Mo. He is only twenty-two or three years old, and the apprentices he accepts are not all children."

Someone helped to explain.

The rules of the Holy Gate are very detailed, and they will carefully check the direct disciples of each famous teacher, like the kind of privately, sign a contract with some powerful practitioners, let the other party pretend to be a disciple, participate in the competition, and then terminate the teacher-student relationship Things will never happen.

"Admit defeat, you can't beat me!"

Li Feng came to the stage, looked at Ying Baiwu for a few times, then shook his head and sighed: "I don't want to bully children!"

"In the arena, life and death have no complaints, I don't want you to regret it when you die!"

Ying Baiwu looked serious: "So show the gesture of going all out."

Li Feng listened to Ying Baiwu's categorical words, and seeing her desperate expression, his expression also became serious.

"Sun Mo's method of training disciples is not bad!"

The famous teachers are envious.

Even though they don't say it, who doesn't want their cubs to worship themselves and be willing to sacrifice their lives for themselves?

"start!"

After Tong Yiming finished speaking, he retreated to the edge of the ring, trying not to affect the battle.

As soon as his words fell, Ying Baiwu quickly raised his longbow, and with his right hand, took out the carved feather arrow from the quiver hanging on the outside of his thigh.

"Innocent!"

As soon as Li Feng moved his body, he appeared in front of Ying Baiwu, and struck down with his palm.

He is also a middle-aged man who is about to enter his thirties at the age of twenty-nine, and he is embarrassed to make a deadly move, so he is ready to fly the longbow that wins Baiwu.

"what?"

Ying Baiwu was in a hurry, a flustered look appeared on his face,

Stepped back staggeringly.

In the eyes of the audience, they even saw that because she was too impatient and flustered, the arrow she pulled out hit the bowstring, and when she pulled it away, it fell off.

"It's over!"

"This psychological quality is still on stage, will you die?"

"Hundreds of games, there will always be a few garbage time, besides, he is so young and inexperienced, you can forgive him!"

The audience talked a lot.

Seeing this scene, Li Feng even felt a little unbearable.

"Am I being too cruel?"

When Li Feng was thinking about whether to show mercy, he heard the bowstring tremble.

collapse!

Then the next second, Li Feng felt severe pain in his shoulder, accompanied by blood splatter.

"what?"

Li Feng was shocked, a strong impact even made him take two steps back.

Tong Yiming frowned.

Ying Baiwu was so powerful that he quickly pulled the bowstring with his right hand, and it was a round of explosive shots.

call out! call out! call out!

There is no shadow of the arrow, only the sound of the arrow.

The distance was too close, and the arrows disappeared without a trace. Li Feng was hit suddenly, and he didn't know how to defend himself, so his shoulders, arms, and thighs were pierced one after another.

puff! puff! puff!

Big holes with bloody flesh suddenly appeared.

The entire Nuoda Budokan was instantly silent.

No one expected that such a young girl would be so cruel!

Her offensive was so wild, there was no trace of timidity or panic on her pretty face, and at this moment, there was a determination to fight to the death.

"It turns out that her expression just now was all fake!"

"It's too ruthless. As an archer, instead of pulling away to fly a kite, but tricking the opponent to get closer, what a great courage it takes!"

"Yes, once you make a mistake, you lose."

The famous teachers are discussing with enthusiasm.

Don't look at Li Fengjie's high status, but he is too careless, and his tactics and mentality are all short of one move.

This young girl had already made up her tactics before she came to the stage, but he still underestimated others.

"Junior Sister Baiwu is so powerful, are you sure?"

Lu Zhiruo screamed happily, cheering for the iron girl.

"Admit defeat, we admit defeat!"

Wang Meng woke up from the shock and hurriedly shouted.

If you continue to fight, your foundation will be shot to death.

What's the use of high realm and strong strength?

If the opponent steals the first move and is seriously injured by the shot, even at the Qianshou Realm, it is not easy to come back.

Immediately, another strong complaint rose in his heart.

What do you mean?

Are you deflated now?

By the way, disciple Sun Mo is ruthless enough!

It's not hating the enemy, it's being cruel to yourself!

Anyway, Wang Meng dared not use this tactic.

Li Feng was lying on the ground, his face was pale, he was ashamed and angry, and there was a lot of unwillingness and anger, why did I lose?

What a disgrace!

Seeing Wang Meng coming up, Li Feng turned his head away, not daring to meet his eyes.

"My teacher's divine hand can heal your injuries, don't worry, you won't be disabled."

Win Baiwu reminder.

"Thank you for your mercy!"

Wang Meng cupped his fists, he knew that with his archery skills, he could completely shoot through Li Feng's head.

"This time, disciple Sun Mo, win Baiwu."

As soon as Tong Yiming announced, someone shouted.

"Referee, this isn't fair, her longbow is a sacred weapon, right?"

It was one of Wang Meng's disciples, and he felt aggrieved, thinking that Ying Baiwu had cheated.

"To shut up!"

Wang Meng turned around and shouted angrily: "If you lose, you lose. Don't make excuses."

Wang Meng is ashamed, Ying Baiwu's fighting wisdom, experience, and shining points in this battle completely crushed Li Feng.

Li Feng didn't complain about losing.

"Okay, I can afford to lose, I can let go, real name teacher!"

There was applause.

Tong Yiming looked at Ying Baiwu.

The Holy Gate did stipulate that the use of taiji grade weapons is not allowed in the battle, but the opponent does not pursue this kind of thing, and they don't care.

After all, weapons must be handy. Some famous teachers have rich wealth, and they have equipped their disciples with good weapons. It can't be because of the rules of the game that people can't let them use them, right?

"My longbow is indeed a sacred weapon."

As soon as Ying Baiwu opened his mouth, the audience immediately erupted. They all stretched their necks and looked down.

Holy Artifact, this thing is very rare, and you can't usually see it.

"However, making the arrow transparent is not the effect of the longbow, but the skill I practiced!"

The iron girl explained, looking at the crowd of candidates: "Who has an ordinary longbow, can you lend me one?"

"Use mine!"

A young man threw his longbow over.

Ying Baiwu caught it, and raised his hand to shoot two arrows.

People couldn't see anything, but after a few seconds, two birds fell from the sky.

The arena of the Budokan is half the size of a football field, and there is no ceiling. It is the morning and the eyes are bright.

hiss!

The two bird corpses made many people gasp.

This is too accurate, right?

The questioning guy looked embarrassed.

"Thank you for the longbow."

Ying Baiwu throws back the bow and arrow.

"May I ask, what is your kung fu called? What grade is it?"

Youth is curious.

"Wind King Divine Art, holy-level masterpiece!"

Ying Baiwu said, looking at Sun Mo: "My teacher generously taught me!"

hiss!

Hearing the words "Holy Grade Peerless Grade", the people around them suddenly lost their composure, and looked at Ying Baiwu enviously. This is the highest level of cultivation technique!

She actually learned it at such a young age?

"Sun Mo, this is such a bad rule!"

Some old people complained.

In the circle of famous teachers, only the personal disciples who have proved their loyalty are eligible to learn this top-quality exercise.

how to prove?

For decades, he has worked hard for the teacher.

The law is not taught lightly, and the Tao is not sold cheaply, this is an unspoken rule.

In the end, Sun Mo was lucky enough to pass it on casually.

If you do this, you will let the students compare, which will make it difficult for everyone to lead the team in the future.

"Sun Mo also knows the archery of the holy level?"

Someone was stunned.

"What's so strange? I heard that guy has several holy-level exercises. He is actually very good at it. It's only because of the three assessments, the full marks in the written test, and the fact that he is a quasi-grandmaster of the spirit pattern. Let everyone ignore his combat effectiveness."

"Not only that, he is also a master of painting and calligraphy!"

The famous teacher who spoke came from Jiangnan, and he had heard a lot about Sun Mo's deeds.

"This kind of archery is very weird, but once you get used to it, it's just like that. This girl, it's impossible to win again."

A group of candidates immediately began to analyze Ying Baiwu.

The huge gap in realm made her nothing to worry about.

The fight continued.

Huang Peng, Wan Xiulin's disciple, was a tall, burly young man, twenty-one or two years old, with natural supernatural powers, and he instantly killed his opponent with a single punch.

Jiang Zhitong's disciple is called Xu Cong, who wields a long sword like Mr. Pian Pianjia, but he strikes fiercely and cuts off the enemy's arm with one stroke.

He did this to intimidate and cast a psychological shadow on everyone.

Sun Mo wanted to see what level Zhang Wentao's disciples were, but it was Xiao Hebao's turn.