Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 248

Dynasty bacteria do not know the dark and new moon, crickets do not know the spring and autumn.

Pei Ye held the hilt of the sword, the corners of his mouth were still red, and his face was still pale.

For the young man, this was not an easy battle.

He kept suppressing his anger and adopted the most serious attitude.

The Golden Autumn Competition was really something he had been preparing for and looking forward to for a long time. This is the first official competition in his life. Putting aside those things that can allow him to win without any suspense, and fighting in a down-to-earth and serious manner is not only a respect for Wu Bi, but also for himself. Responsibility for practice.

Of course, things are unpredictable, and sometimes he has to give up his original plans for more important things.

Sometimes it's not necessary.

on the ring.

As the words fell, Shang Huaitong's eyes suddenly turned red, and his gaze almost stared at Pei Ye's face. This sentence was like a heavy hammer to the heart, and the boiling blood violently flooded his brain. He struggled upright like a bouncing shrimp, but as soon as he gathered his strength, he was suddenly overwhelmed by the blazing fire in his chest and abdomen.

But the next moment, the man's ferocious and twisted face froze.

With a cold feeling all over his body, he saw that the white blade that had just brought about the shocking sword did not stop at all. The sharpness flashed across his field of vision, and the bloody meaning in it made his neck suddenly feel a chill!

Pei Ye slashed Shang Huaitong's throat with his sword.

Shang Huaitong's pupils shrank to the tips of needles, and his heart suddenly clenched into a stiff ball.

He is going to kill me! !

All the anger was extinguished by the pure ice water at this moment. Shang Huaitong endured the burning fire in his injured body, and his true energy exploded in his body desperately, and for a moment he was really out of control under the young man's feet.

But the sword was much faster than him.

Shang Huaitong watched in despair as the tip of the sword reached his throat. Anger, fear, and disbelief. Countless emotions crowded together and exploded in his heart.

why? !

This is the arena! !

He really couldn't figure it out, but in terms of life and death, any "unreasonable" thing would never have a chance to be repeated. The young man in front of him didn't hesitate at all, he just waved his sword indifferently with an expressionless face.

He did not show his murderous intention in the sword move just now, but waited until the battle was over and everyone's mood dropped before he suddenly attacked. It was obviously not a sudden move, but he had been prepared for it.

This sword strike was too fast and caught people off guard. Luo Defeng suddenly pushed open the chair rail and narrowed his eyes and fell down. A shot of teacup had already carried Feng Lei and flew over, but the weak and weak old man could not move any slower than him.

He raised his sword and flew forward. A burst of sword energy smashed the teacup first, and exploded a five-foot-wide surging wave of energy over the battlefield. The people behind him had already stopped in front of Luo Defeng.

Luo Defeng almost died from his injuries, his eyes glaringly protruding from Li Weiru's blockade, but the moment before he stepped onto the ring, the tip of Pei Ye's sword had passed through Shang Huaitong's blocking hand and was forced towards his throat.

Although he is a master who has entered the Xuanmen realm, he is unable to save himself at this time.

But at that moment, another teacup floated across the distance from the high platform to the ring, silently and as quickly as soft light.

With a slight ding, it hit Pei Ye's long sword, forcing it aside softly and unstoppably.

The old man had time to stop Shang Huaitong, and naturally he had time to stop Pei Ye at this time.

On the high platform, Sui Zaihua said: "Winning or losing——"

Pei Ye suddenly let go of his sword and stepped in again, stepping on Shang Huaitong who had just escaped from under his feet. Chihuo surged in, but the next moment, the tea cup was pressed against his chest again, forcing him away.

"——It's been divided." Sui Zaihua's tone obviously condensed.

On the ring, Pei Ye looked indifferently at the man lying on the ground with bulging eyes, his mouth wide open and making no sound in pain, and then shook his sword.

Shang Huaitong's entire right arm was already as red as blood.

The audience was silent.

Until this moment, the artistic conception that shrouded hundreds of feet faded from the sky. White clouds were high in the distance, the sun was bright, and the gentle wind brushed the head and face. This was an ordinary afternoon in autumn, and the thrilling wonders just now seemed like a dream.

Countless people looked at the two figures standing and lying on the stage, so quiet and motionless.

The man curled up on the ground with his arms folded, his sword dropped and his cloak scattered, his face was bruised and his head was messy, and he could no longer stand up; the figure in green clothes stood with his sword straight, blood was still stained on his front, but the young man stood as tall as a bamboo.

Everyone thinks back to what just happened.

Shang Huaitong used the true sword of artistic conception, and the complete Yousheng Realm showed its true power to everyone, and the irresistibility of the common decline almost made people lose their will to resist. And all of this was overturned towards the shaky young man.

It was supposed to be the end.

Mr. Shang, who had been disgraced twice, should have regained his strength and grace with this sword.

However, the huge secluded realm fell like the sea, and the mysterious Mo Yu's power was like a secluded fairy, but it collapsed under the young man's simple sword.

Everyone was completely shocked and speechless by this scene.

There is no more magical power or more powerful sword move. It is Qingyi's single sword. With one sword strike, everything is collapsed. When the heavy, dark and cold sea falls in front of him, it has turned into countless scraps. Light and floating flowers passing by.

No one saw how this change happened, but they all felt the stiffness and collapse of the netherworld, as if the joints in the heart were stabbed and sore.

However, before this, no one had ever felt the heart and joints of this artistic conception.

How could it have such a fatal weakness if it was so powerful, vague, and irresistible?

But the boy saw it clearly and hit it accurately.

This almost represents one of the most fascinating charms of the sword - facing the sea with the sword, facing the mountains with the sword, the lonely and fragile body, the thin and slender sharp weapon, facing the huge and irresistible force, there is no stronger strength to fight against it. It is a head-to-head encounter, but it floats through the body, the clothes are not stained, and the mountains and seas have collapsed.

It is precisely because the body is really fragile and ordinary and can collapse at the touch of a touch, and precisely because the sword is really ordinary and made of ordinary iron, the calmness with which the sword dismantles these mysterious and powerful things is even more heartbreaking.

This sword, which represents the ultimate in swordsmanship, made everyone stunned. This young man really won this victory that everyone thought was impossible with just four lifetimes of cultivation and an ordinary sword. .

Not every victory can be immediately cheered by the audience.

Four wins and four times is okay, four wins and six times is even better, but after this period is over, the audience must be given time to be stunned.

And when many people came back to their senses and were about to return the roar several times, a broken exclamation burst out from their throats first.

——Shang Huaitong's sudden sneak attack with his sword struck everyone's heart!

The winner is clearly decided and the competition is over!

The young man's ability to defeat the Intention Sword obviously relied on being in the artistic conception and relying on his ghostly sensitivity to the sword and the Intention. He hit the vital point of Yousheng's Sword and broke through it with finesse and skill. Now that the artistic conception has been shattered and he is physically injured and exhausted, how can he deal with the sudden explosion so close to his sixth life? !

Regardless of physical strength, energy, or injuries, it was certainly impossible for him to defeat Shang Huaitong over and over again. But in the arena, there is only one time, and just one time is enough to end it - if it were in the field of life and death, this time, your Shang Huaitong would be dead! But such shamelessness appeared on the ring, and the young man who had just given people endless admiration was about to suffer physical and mental injuries.

Then, the next moment, a scene that completely captivated everyone and captured the soul covered the sky.

Many years later, when the people of Fenghuai watch the martial arts competition, they will still show mediocre performance at the various stunning swordsmanships. They all clearly have no strength in their hands, but their expressions are really weathered.

If you ask someone sincerely after you get off the stage, even the lady who sells eggs in the city on weekdays will hold up her sleeves and say: "Your tricks are pretty cool, but I didn't see the ice and snow."

Without the secluded environment as a raft, no one would see the cold winter in the middle of the night.

Under the deep and clear night sky, countless purest and coldest whites fell from the sky. Everything shrouded in the secluded world was stripped away inch by inch. The cold moon covered the snow, feathers mixed with snowflakes fell down, and the sky and earth suddenly became a sharp white.

Yi Jian.

A more complete, more powerful, and more unquestionable Intention Sword!

Countless people were fascinated by this. When the real world reappeared in front of them, Shang Huaitong had been stepped on the throat by the young man.

The whole place became even more silent.

Therefore, it is never about the weak defeating the strong.

It was not a dangerous victory, nor was it the blessing of luck. This young man named Pei Ye has always been standing at the highest position of this martial arts competition!

If you say that he has an amazing apprenticeship and a mysterious background, now he has won everything with a four-year-old body; if you say that the weak defeating the strong is just an occasional bad luck, then now he has clearly shown to everyone that he From the beginning to the end, Bowang has always been number one!

This is the leader of this year who is from the inside out, without moisture, and without doubt!

On the high platform, the officials had long been obsessed with this battle. The county magistrates sighed with helpless smiles and handed over to the old man with white official uniforms.

On the other side, Li Weiru was silent and sighed softly.

Gu Yunfu had already sat back in his seat, leaning on the backrest without saying a word. If the four-to-six victory just now had made him feel ashamed, then at this moment the young man had completely jumped into the level of "genius" in his mind.

Holding such a powerful sword in his hand, the young man had already shown his dexterity in using the sword before, and now the man could see his terrifying talent in learning and enlightenment. When Rugu Yun helped him take the letter and looked down at the name "Pei Ye", he really didn't expect that the name would have such weight.

So he couldn't help but look at the table behind him - due to Luo Defeng's flying move, the paper on it fell a little, but it was the preface that Sui Zaihua laughed at and called scrapped when he sat down.

Above is the old man's vigorous handwriting, exactly:

Pei Ye, Shang Huaitong, Yang Yan, Zhang Junxue.

In the stands to the west, a dozen or twenty children had already exploded into a group of crazy and screaming little dumplings. Master Huang, who was surrounded by them, opened his mouth and subconsciously looked left and right, as if thinking. He was looking for someone to say something, but he was suddenly startled. After a long time, he raised his hand to wipe his red eyes.

Li Mingqing felt like a gardenia bloomed in her heart.

Ever since they first met at night in the martial arts hall, she had been attracted by the young man's kendo temperament. Now, with this astonishment revealed to everyone, the girl felt happy and inexplicably satisfied.

It was only then that she realized clearly how sincere and honest the young man's words "I won't use a stronger sword skill against you" were.

Now it's gone bad.

But at the same time as he saw this sword, another more elusive emotion emerged inexplicably from the bottom of his heart, and the bright gardenia seemed to be buried in the mist.

The seventeen-year-old girl was very unfamiliar with this feeling. She looked down at her hand in confusion, and felt a little angry that the boy had kept secret from telling her about the sword.

Zhang Junxue also stood up. In fact, the woman could sit on her own, but Shen Yao still supported her from behind.

The woman's eyes were hard.

When she saw the boy stepping on Shang Huaitong's throat, the woman's body trembled subconsciously, as if a person who was freezing in winter had walked into a warm furnace room. And when the black cloak completely fell to the ground, curled up with arms folded and whining, the woman clenched her teeth tightly. Although she didn't move, everyone felt the intense and uncontrollable emotion.

There were real tears rolling down silently from my eyes.

Even though she had long understood what the boy meant, this was the first time she was standing in the boy's perspective.

Yes, in his eyes, a bug like Shang Huaitong is not as good as half a finger of his friend. She could almost imagine that if she had been stubborn and not apologized to him, he would have gritted his teeth and squeezed out the words from his mouth before going into the ring.

——"Zhang Junxue, let me tell you why he is not important."

But after a woman has done what she wants to do, she can always agree with other people's opinions in a gentle manner.

She never expected Pei Ye to understand the "importance" in her heart. In fact, it was a warm and happy thing for a woman to see her friend get angry and lose her temper for her safety.

When she saw this scene, it was her own knot that was untied.

Zhang Junxue will never regret that she refuted everything and stood in the ring, even if close friends and relatives betray her. But after the end, she was really entangled with her last fatal blow.

It was completely hopeless, but he still had to put his own arm and his sword skills in the future, and make his worried friends angry and sad. The most important thing is, as Pei Ye said, if Sui Zaihua hadn't stopped the blow, he would have lost his arm. She has completely lost the chance of revenge since then.

In the next six months, one year, five years, ten years, she will absolutely, absolutely regret this move.

But now looking at this scene and feeling the emotions exploding in her heart, Zhang Junxue figured it out.

——If she had not swung that knife, she would not be able to welcome this joy with a smooth mind at this time.

You have to actually do something that you will regret in order to prove that the emotion you felt at that time was not self-deception.

Zhang Junxue admitted that she made mistakes and was impulsive, but even if she clearly knew the consequences and pros and cons, she would still wield the knife full of anger ten times or hundreds of times.

For a woman, this is a hurdle that she must pay a price to overcome, but sometimes her friends will help her fall.

She looked at the cyan figure on the ring, and the young man was returning his sword to its sheath, looking over here.

The moment Li Mingqing, Zhang Junxue, Yang Yan, Qi Zhaohua, Fang Jidao, and Zhang Dingyun saw their friends' excited smiles and vigorous arms waving, the young man's cold face melted into a happy smile.

Xu Sigong's clear voice finally echoed around the audience again. Outside the Bafang Arena, hundreds of egrets flew through the sky. One hundred and twenty pieces of red silk flew up from the stage at the same time, but they fell one after another. Only The one in the center swept across the entire martial arts field and hit the huge golden ball hanging high in the center of the arena.

Spread loosely.

Petals of colored satin, silver leaves and gold feathers, and countless falling splendors enveloped the entire arena. Amidst the hysterical cheers of 50,000 people, Xu Sigong's words powerfully penetrated everything and entered everyone's ears unstoppably. :

"In the year of Xinsi, during the Bowang Golden Autumn Martial Arts Competition, the leader——"

"——Feng Huai Pei Ye!!"

Another wave of cheers drowned everything.

(End of this chapter)