Chapter 228: One on Five

The black smoke dissipated, and a man climbed up from the deep pit. It was Yu Zecheng. He walked slowly in the abandoned city, without any intention of fighting just now. He seemed to be strolling in the city.

The attack just now made him suddenly have a feeling, a strange and indescribable feeling. It was this feeling that made him not leave the battlefield after the victory, and he could still wander in the ruins.

At that moment, Yu Zecheng felt like he had regained control of the Yuanying puppet. It was like he had become a Yuanying Zhenjun, and he could roam freely in this world.

Although it was just a trace of that feeling, weak to the extreme, it was a guiding light for him, a direction to move forward, a lighthouse in the dark. As long as he moved towards that feeling, his future would be extremely bright.

This was his way of attack. Before the battle, he realized the sharp character of the Golden Wing Sword. Every attack was unstoppable, and every time he attacked with all his strength, he never retreated.

After this battle, Yu Zecheng vaguely realized a truth, that is, the word "fast", the speed of a storm. In the shortest time, he should use all his most violent attacks, hit the opponent like a storm, and not give the opponent any chance to counterattack. He should suppress all the attacks that the opponent is good at, so that they have no chance to attack.

He has super sword-controlling ability, endless physical strength, and strong true energy. He should use these advantages to the limit and let them play the greatest role they should play. With this tactic, what opponent is there to fear?

The more Yu Zecheng thought about it, the more mature this set of tactics became. Fighting is indeed a catalyst for growth. After the test of blood and sword, Yu Zecheng is maturing little by little.

After understanding the sword theory, Yu Zecheng's mind was clear, as if he had realized his understanding. Finally, the illusion array disappeared, and the image in front of him disappeared in an instant. Yu Zecheng returned to the magic array. There was no scream from the opposite side. The opponent died in the most powerful sword-controlling state in the previous attack. He was not afraid of death and felt no pain. He stood in front of Yu Zecheng in the magic array.

The two looked at each other, and the feeling of mutual appreciation was all in their eyes. They nodded to each other. Sometimes communication is so simple.

The man flew up on the sword and left here. Unlike others, he needed others to take him away. Yu Zecheng saw him leave so casually, and he had another layer of understanding. When two people meet on a narrow road, the brave will win. As long as you don't admit defeat and are not afraid of death, everything is possible.

Yu Zecheng looked up and saw that the six battles in the air were still going on. One of the scenes immediately attracted Yu Zecheng's attention. It was Feng Lingjing fighting against Lei Bingyun.

The two had already fought with real fire. Feng Lingjing was like Fenglin Volcano, fast as wind, slow as forest, aggressive as fire, and immovable as a mountain. She used her fire spirit root to its maximum effect. She only controlled a flying sword, but that flying sword was enough. Although it was not fast, it seemed to weigh ten thousand pounds. The sword was like a volcano waiting to erupt. If it was not comfortable, it would be a violent destructive blow.

Lei Bingyun on the opposite side was neither happy nor surprised, neither sad nor afraid. His face was cold, and his skin was as white as ice, revealing the only emotion, cold and arrogant.

Beside her, everything withered. The huge cold air could be felt through the illusion, as if it could freeze everything, the cold that was engraved in the heart, and the cold that was irresistible. It was the cold ice flow of the legendary prehistoric ice age.

A wind, forest, volcano, and a cold ice flow. The two were incompatible, like ice and charcoal, and water and fire were incompatible. When they collided, the most intense battle broke out.

Above the illusion, ice and fire flew across, the two swords intersected, the purple-red sword light and the white-blue sword light blended with each other, and each blow had the greatest impact. The two fought with all their strength, neither of them would admit defeat. The secret competition along the way now broke out completely. The two sides fought to the death, but they were evenly matched and fought fiercely.

When Yu Zecheng watched the two women fighting, one battle had already ended, and the winner was Gu Lun Qi Wen. This barbarian boy had grown up unknowingly, and his sword began to show its edge.

The other four places were also like this. The battle was fierce, but soon another illusion disappeared, and Cheng Lan's four-color sword of wind, rain, thunder and lightning won and defeated the opponent. The next winner was Luo Xinxue, who joined the head of the sect with the help of Wang Shuyuan and completed the path of self-examination.

Then an illusion was broken, and the two fighters died together and died together. They lost the qualification to participate in the next round together.

At the same time, Feng Lingjing's battle with Lei Bingyun also had a result. The two women's ice and fire finally collided with each other, causing a violent explosion. The explosion was extremely terrifying and almost destroyed a small part of the illusion. Suddenly, both of them died and lost the opportunity to enter the next round together.

There was only one battle left, but this time the battle lasted for another quarter of an hour. Finally, one of the disciples who used the blue flying sword fought hard and turned defeat into victory, defeating his opponent and entering the next round.

In this way, including the one who had a bye, Yu Zecheng, Cheng Lan, Gu Lun Qi Wen, Luo Xinxue, and the final winner, a total of six people entered the next round.

Suddenly, the space changed, and a new round of drawing lots began. It should be a three-on-three battle.

All the Xuanyuan disciples present saw the fight just now clearly. Someone had already started a bet in secret. Now there are only six people left, and countless disciples watching the battle have placed bets. Among them, Yu Zecheng and Cheng Lan are the most valued.

Before Yu Zecheng went into battle, many people began to pay attention to him. When the Immortal Nan Tian gave up his ninth-level flying sword to accept him as his disciple, it caused a sensation in the entire Xuanyuan Sword Sect. Two years ago, the head of the Qingliang Three Veins scrambled for the prehistoric-level martial arts consciousness space, but Yu Zecheng won the first place, making him famous in Xuanyuan again.

People with good intentions began to investigate, and then they found out that his foundation-building trial, in which he destroyed six evil sects alone, immediately caused a slight ripple.

Until he went into battle, there were always people paying attention to him, but no one was optimistic about him, because he was silent and unknown in the Xuanyuan Sword Sect, and did not interact with others or communicate with others. Unlike Cheng Lan and Wang Shuyuan, they repeatedly set various training records at those lectures and in the martial arts arenas of various ridges, and showed their talents again and again.

He went into battle three times, and the first battle was unknown. In the second battle, Yu Zecheng swung his sword to kill the enemy. This violent attack, endless sword waves, and bloody killing immediately triggered a round of applause, and he immediately became the most popular new star.

There is a reason for this. In the Xuanyuan Sword Sect, there is a person whose existence cannot be ignored, and that is Gongsun Nalan, the eldest disciple of Shiji. This person was born as an orphan, and he is a righteous man, doing things openly, and shed blood for Xuanyuan Sword Sect. At the same time, he is the eldest disciple of Shiji. Almost all the disciples of Xuanyuan Sword Sect accept him as the next generation of Xuanyuan Sect Master. This includes Nantian Zhenren and outer disciples.

This is when Wang Shuyuan appeared. The doting of Yinglong Patriarch made him learn the sword heart to connect the mysterious energy, deliberately imitate the maturity of Gongsun Nalan, the silence of Shiji, the silence of Gongsun elder brother, everything, an indescribable taste flowed in everyone's heart. Many people had no good feelings towards Wang Shuyuan. Even the real person Nantian knew that he had practiced the sword heart to connect the mysterious energy, and he couldn't hold back his temper and got angry, which was unusual.

This time, Yu Zecheng fought Wang Shuyuan, exploded his sword, and completely threw him into the abyss, and was ridiculed by everyone. Yinglong Patriarch actually bullied the weak with his big body and used his realm to suppress a junior who had established his foundation. I don't know how many people saw it, and even felt good about Yu Zecheng and began to support him strongly.

In addition to support, there was also vigilance, so the opponent in the third formation attacked frantically when he came up, and his body and sword became one, but in the end Yu Zecheng won, and his momentum suddenly increased.

This time, the six people drew lots to fight, but the illusion array kept spinning, but the drawing was delayed, as if it was stuck somewhere. It used to be done in one breath, but now it took dozens of breaths, and there was no grouping for the battle.

Suddenly, everyone looked at each other, and someone on the Yuanying platform said in surprise:

"The ancestor favors you, this is the ancestor's favor."

Yu Zecheng was waiting for the automatic grouping. During this time, he was calculating how likely he was to win against the opponents and how he could kill them. But the grouping was delayed, and suddenly he seemed to feel that someone was looking at him, as if thousands of eyes on the stage were staring at him.

Suddenly, Yu Zecheng had an idea in his mind, and as soon as this idea appeared, it burned all over his body like wildfire. Although it was crazy, he wanted to give it a try. Sometimes life has to be crazy, and I have to be crazy and arrogant.

Yu Zecheng stretched out his hand fiercely and said:

"Don't divide, no need, come together, I'll fight five of you alone."

The words were not loud, but they were decisive and spread to all corners. The whole arena was in an uproar. No one expected it to be like this. Such an arrogant boy actually wanted to fight five people alone. Some people even didn't believe their ears.

Countless comments suddenly sounded. Too crazy, too rampant, too awesome, too fierce, too arrogant, countless comments sounded. People were excited to watch the game. The battle between the novice, which was originally the most boring, now had something to watch.

Although the discussion continued, the words were all appreciative. They vaguely accepted Yu Zecheng, because most of the people who could stand on this stage were so crazy, so arrogant, and so rampant. Xuanyuan disciples who were not like this would either be exiled or leave Xuanyuan Sword Sect.

Yu Zecheng shouted again:

"One against five, do you dare?"

As he finished speaking, six people instantly appeared on a battlefield. This battlefield was the arena here. Yu Zecheng was on one side, and the other five were on the other side. One against five, the battle began.

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