Chapter 220 - Chapter220

Wu Tian was covered in blood. He almost crawled out of the barrier and then rolled down the steps, indescribably (embarrassed). After rolling down the steps, the people from Wu Tian's faction immediately rushed up, helped Wu Tian up, and quickly disappeared into the crowd. Then, Liu Shuanghan coldly sneered as he watched Wu Tian's receding figure. The cold sneer exuded an extremely overbearing aura, like a king. When he walked out of the barrier, the disciples of Qingtian Sect shouted his name in unison, an unprecedented grand occasion. Wu Tian had lost. From being haughty to miserable, the arrogance of Wu Tian's faction had been suppressed to the lowest point. However, the arrogance of Qingtian Sect was on the rise, like the sun at its zenith. Wu Tian, with his Great Perfection - realm physical body, had no chance to fight back. Tearing the space and all these things made the reputation of Qingtian Sect soar. If Liu Shuanghan won the first place, perhaps without even competing in strength, just the momentum alone would overshadow the Eight Great Palaces. In this world that worships the strong, the strong fist is the truth. "Too arrogant." "Really not taking our Eight Great Palaces seriously." "It seems necessary to teach this kid a lesson." "The Young Master of Qingtian Sect is indeed extraordinary." ... The square was filled with all kinds of remarks. Some slandered, some praised, and some wanted to join Qingtian Sect. Only Zhou Peng on the stands of Liyang Palace narrowed his eyes, like a sly old fox. He was calculating Liu Shuanghan's Qi Gong consumption. He had been calculating since he pointed out Wu Tian's weakness of tearing the barrier. The phrase "tear the space" was said to the other four people. No matter who fought against Wu Tian, if they couldn't attack successfully for a long time, they would surely think of the "tear the barrier" he mentioned. When Yan Xin was attacked by Zhou Wei, Zhou Peng put his two hands on the barrier, sensed the power of the barrier, and secretly concluded in his heart that tearing the barrier was not impossible. But if one wanted to tear it, it would probably take a lot of time and effort, and a huge amount of Qi Gong would surely be consumed in a stalemate. Liu Shuanghan seemed to have won, but to Zhou Peng, both of them had lost. In a rage, Liu Shuanghan consumed a large amount of Qi Gong to tear the space, and then consumed a large amount of Qi Gong to release the divine - level skill "Wild God Art". So his Qi Gong consumption was probably more than two - thirds. The next round of the duel would start in less than half an hour. Ordinary cultivators recovered Qi Gong by nurturing it in the Dantian. They couldn't recover much in a short time. Even if Liu Shuanghan's cultivation reached the Breaking - Air Realm, his Qi Gong recovery wouldn't be much faster. Without the support of Qi Gong, even if one had a powerful divine - level skill, it was useless. One couldn't release the power of the skill at all. So, no matter who won against Wu Tian, to Zhou Peng, they were both losers. Ten minutes later. The four barrier elders made a little repair on the barrier cracks and temporarily fixed them. After the barrier was repaired, the law - enforcement referee happily climbed onto the arena. Looking at the battle list displayed on the black stone, he then shouted loudly, "In the next round, Zhao Donglai will fight against Zhao Kunlun..." There were four people left, and three of them were among the top ten disciples. There must be a battle among the top ten disciples themselves. As soon as the referee's voice ended, Zhao Kunlun jumped up into the air and arrogantly said, "I admit defeat." Even admitting defeat was so arrogant, as if it was an extremely glorious thing. Zhou Peng despised him greatly. At first, he was still hoping that their own brothers would fight to the death, consume Qi Gong, and then enter the next round. Now it seemed impossible. Since Zhao Kunlun admitted defeat, only Zhou Peng and Zhao Chang'an were left. Before the referee could announce, Zhao Chang'an had already landed at the entrance. He coldly sneered in the direction of the stands of Liyang Palace and then entered the barrier and closed his eyes to rest. "Zhao Chang'an, Breaking - Air Second - Order." "Ranked second in the comprehensive strength of the top ten disciples." "His skill 'Sword Strikes the Sky', the Lifting - Sword Style has been cultivated extremely proficiently. All the disciples who were lifted up along the way were killed instantly with one sword." Information about Zhao Changkong appeared in Zhou Peng's mind. Starting from Zhao Chang'an's first match, all his movements, moves, and even expressions were replayed one by one in Zhou Peng's mind. He secretly thought of countermeasures. Under the sixth - level Rampage, the power (burst out) was no weaker than the Breaking - Air Realm, but the Breaking - Air power was very powerful. If he fought head - on, the chance of winning was less than 30%. If he used Xiao Mo's Grand Manipulation Skill... Zhou Peng's heart suddenly moved. Xiao Mo's Grand Manipulation Skill was one of his trump cards. If he failed to kill Zhao Chang'an, the following competitions would surely be extremely difficult. Moreover, Xiao Mo had never tried to manipulate a high - level expert in the Breaking - Air Realm. Even if Xiao Mo could manipulate Zhao Chang'an, but he used the Geng Metal Qi to protect his body, it might be difficult to kill him. If it was not successful once, it would be very difficult to make a surprise attack again, and this would also affect the following competitions. "Based on the previous five matches, Zhao Chang'an was a conservative - type player and would not use his killer moves right away. If this was the case..." Suddenly, the corners of Zhou Peng's mouth slightly curled up, showing an excited smile. "Zhou Peng, if it really doesn't work, just admit defeat. Entering the top six has already exceeded your master's expectations. Even if you admit defeat, your master won't blame you." Shen Yan stood up, showing a very concerned attitude. From her eyes, Zhou Peng could feel that she was really worried about him. His heart suddenly skipped a beat. "Why is this?" Before Zhou Wei died, Shen Yan had never had this attitude towards him. Was it because he entered the top ten? "No!" Zhou Peng immediately denied in his heart. He knew that Shen Yan was extremely deep - hidden, unfathomable, and it was impossible for her to worry about him. Even if he died at the hands of Zhao Chang'an, the rewards Zhou Peng got for entering the top ten would fall into Shen Yan's hands, and the "Geng Metal Qi" she urgently wanted would still not be less. Suddenly being worried about him at this time made Zhou Peng very puzzled in his heart. "Master, don't worry. I know what I'm doing." Zhou Peng smiled gently and said respectfully. Then he walked down the stands and reached the bottom of the arena in a few steps. Watching Zhou Peng's receding figure, Shen Yan slightly narrowed her eyes and frowned a little. No one knew what she was thinking at this time... Inside the barrier. "Zhou Peng, you killed two of my junior brothers. Today I will use your blood to sacrifice their spirits..." Zhao Chang'an gently drew out his long sword, pointed it with the sword, and said angrily. As soon as the long sword was drawn, the dazzling sword Qi rushed towards him. Suddenly, the killing aura increased sharply. Zhou Peng felt the oncoming sword Qi. He calculated crazily in his mind. Under the induction of the Aura Law, he smiled excitedly in his heart and thought, "Still conservative." Then he said, "Xiao Mo, it's up to you." "Boss, don't worry." In the Dantian, Xiao Mo stood in a stance like a horse - stance. His eyebrows trembled slightly, and his breathing became a little heavier, as if he was gathering strength. After absorbing the Ten - Thousand - Evil Qi from the Immortal Evil Flower, Xiao Mo grew extremely fast. Plus, after cultivating in the Glazed Divine Pagoda for eight days, his Grand Manipulation Skill was even more powerful. While Xiao Mo was making preparations, Zhou Peng was also making preparations. Preparations for mustering all his strength. Preparations for a one - hit kill! "Six - level Rampage..." "Dark God Art..." ... After the skills were (stacked) and combined, the violent aura in his body was released, making the arena rumble. Zhao Chang'an's eyebrows trembled. He shouted angrily, "Die!" A sword attacked, like ten thousand swords superimposed together. One sword contained the power of ten thousand swords. Zhao Chang'an's sword intent reached an unimaginable height. Zhou Peng didn't move. He endured not moving. When Zhao Chang'an was only three meters away from him, he shouted in his heart, "Xiao Mo..." "Control Everything, Grand Manipulation Skill..." Xiao Mo roared loudly. Hundreds of thousands of power streaks as thin as silver threads instantly rushed out and penetrated into Zhao Chang'an's body in an instant. "Boom!" Zhao Chang'an suddenly became motionless!