Chapter 140 Hot-searched shots, skill limit, breathing knife, the attack of the Lion Saint Cult (4K)
"This, this, this, this, this...!! The winner has been decided!!"
"A scene that no one expected! Less than ten seconds after the game started, the result has already appeared!!"
"One sword, just one sword. Player Xue Jing defeated player Li Chengxuan with just one sword!"
The passionate voice of the commentator spread throughout the venue.
"Faced with the sword energy displayed by player Li Chengxuan, player Xue Jing chose the strongest response and struck out with a fierce and powerful sword. The sweeping sword energy ravaged the entire arena and the arena was wiped out!"
With the commentary's extremely fast voice, the audience also burst into loud noises.
"What's going on? It's the first time I've seen it!"
"Sword energy, knife energy? Although I have heard that martial arts masters can do this kind of thing, the scale of this is too exaggerated!"
"Hey, it's rare to see many strange things. The top competitions held in the inner ring are even more exaggerated. The ground shakes when they fight, and the arena has to be covered with a special protective cover... But there is such a level of sword energy in youth competitions like U19. It’s really rare.”
"Is Li Chengxuan dead? It doesn't look good!"
"As expected of my husband! So handsome!!"
Next to Xue Wan, several of her college classmates were stunned.
"Oh my god...my brother-kun turned out to have kept his hands back when he was in the martial arts club."
"I don't know if Senior Chen Feng is watching the live broadcast... I guess he is scared to pee."
"Wanwan, sister-in-law, my husband is too strong!"
Xue Wan felt proud and proud in her heart, but she pretended to be calm on her face. She just said calmly: "That's it. After all, I have been practicing martial arts for almost two months, and I am still on the stage."
Zhao Lu rolled her eyes wildly: "Pretend, just pretend."
In the Hidden Dragon Dojo, Li Qicang's old laughter shook the entire office building and never stopped for a long time.
On the edge of the ring, several young geniuses watching the battle at close range froze in place.
Yin Muhu came back to his senses, looked down at Du Mingluan, who was only 1.6 meters tall next to him, and said, "Uh... what did you say to Brother Xue when you were in the hotel just now?"
Du Mingluan's mouth twitched.
He knew that Xue Jing was very strong. After all, he had a brief battle with Xue Jing at the dock before.
But he believed that the opponent was not invincible - as long as the strength gap between martial arts masters was not too large, anything could happen in actual combat.
But now, although he didn't want to admit it, his heart was indeed shaken.
Du Mingluan forced his shaky heart to calm down, gritted his teeth and said, "The sword energy is powerful...as long as you don't get hit, that's all."
Yin Muhu said in disbelief: "If you think that the only person who can wield that kind of sword energy is powerful with sword energy...then just pretend I didn't ask you, haha."
Du Mingluan: "..."
Several medical staff trotted onto the ring carrying a stretcher and began to check on Li Chengxuan's condition.
"Wow, although people are often seriously injured in martial arts competitions...but such tragic injuries are really rare."
A male doctor looked at the unconscious Li Chengxuan and couldn't help but be speechless.
His body was covered with countless horrifying knife wounds that were so deep that his bones were visible. His clothes were all in pieces, and it was as if he had rolled around in a meat grinder.
The flesh in many parts of the body has been completely separated from the bones, but it is still hanging on the bones.
"This person is still alive. The vitality of martial arts masters is really strong..."
The male doctor treated Li Chengxuan's wounds for a while and suddenly realized something was wrong.
"Huh? Not a single fatal wound? They all just avoided the fatal parts. Is it a coincidence..."
Xue Jing glanced at Li Chengxuan, who was being rescued by medical staff. His pupils returned to normal from vertical pupils, and the divine silver gradually faded away.
"Qiang——"
He put on a beautiful sword flower, sheathed the Futu Sword gracefully, turned around and walked slowly towards the contestants' tunnel, and left the ring.
"The medical team is treating player Li Chengxuan's injury. Well, it seems there should be no problem."
"Then, let's take a look at the slow-motion replay of the game first..."
The commentary voice in her ears became smaller and smaller, and Xue Jing returned to the player lounge.
As soon as he entered the door, Jiang Siwei, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately rushed over to hug him, gave him a facial cleanser, and said excitedly:
"Xiao Jing, Xiao Jing, you are so amazing!!"
"You will become the most powerful martial arts superstar!!"
The soft touch touched her face, and the sultry smell of high-end perfume came from her mouth and nose. However, Xue Jing just pushed her away carelessly and said casually:
"I have no interest in being a star."
Jiang Siwei pushed up the crooked glasses on her face and said with a pity, "That's such a waste..."
She took out her phone and pressed on the screen a few times, then turned it over and showed it to Xue Jing: "Look at this, the number of retweets is increasing. It will probably be on the hot search."
Xue Jing glanced at her phone.
The above is the interface of a blogging software. A user posted a video with the title "Show everyone my husband."
Clicking on the video showed the scene when he just entered the ring.
Starting from his front, it was shot 360 degrees around, from an excellent angle, just like an art exhibition. At the end of the video, it stopped at the picture of him smiling slightly.
This group of shots was shot extremely well, especially at the end when the camera panned to his front, and he just turned his head and smiled at the camera... There was a natural and ultimate beauty.
This kind of shot is something that is hard to come by, something that even if the photographer and Xue Jing cooperated with each other, it would be difficult to achieve it again.
Even Xue Jing herself was a little bit handsome by herself in the video, let alone other people.
【Your husband? My husband! 】
【presumptuous! It's obviously my husband! 】
【What the hell? Is my husband bigamous? 】
[Haha, can everyone be normal and stop calling a good-looking man random when you see him online? What's more, this is my husband, I hope you can respect yourself. 】
Xue Jing took a quick look and saw that the comment area was full of crazy [my husband, my husband], not only women, but also many obviously male users who were joining in the fun.
The number of retweets below has already reached four digits, and it was obviously only a few minutes after it was sent out.
"This scene is definitely a famous scene, the kind that will continue to maintain popularity!" Jiang Siwei said excitedly.
"If you strike while the iron is hot, a batch of real fans will soon form..."
Xue Jing walked to the table, put the Futu Dao on the table, picked up the mineral water next to it, unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip, and said casually: "I told you I'm not interested... I'm just here for a drink. It’s just a competition.”
Jiang Siwei sighed with regret: "Okay... I just think it's such a pity."
She paused and then said: "By the way, Xiao Jing, you have to pay attention to the strength of your attack. I almost thought you really chopped your opponent to death just now..."
"Don't worry, I'm measured." Xue Jing smiled.
His 'Black Sky Sword·Wind Wind Thunder' is the result of hard training in the consciousness space in recent days.
At the same time, the two major killing moves of Mu Guanliu and Juanfeng Lei were used. With the blessing of Mu Guanliu, the sword was extremely accurate.
The dark tornado sword energy all avoided the 'lines' and 'points' on Li Chengxuan's body and concentrated on the non-fatal parts of his body, as if the 'unlocked head hanger' was turned on.
If a truly knowledgeable person could see the injuries on Li Chengxuan's body, he would understand how valuable his sword was.
"Okay, Sister Wei, I'll go back first."
Xue Jing twisted his neck, picked up the Futu knife on the table, and walked towards the door.
Jiang Siwei asked: "There are two more games, don't you watch it? One of them will be your opponent in the third game." Xue Jing said: "I won't watch it live, isn't there a live video? I Just look at it later.”
Jiang Siwei: "Then let me drive you back."
Xue Jing shook his head: "Don't bother, I'm just taking a walk on the road."
He opened the door, left the lounge, and walked outside the gym.
On the way, he opened the panel.
[...Charm experience value +68]
[...Charm experience value +21]
[...Charm experience points...]
The first thing that catches the eye is the prompts for increasing charm experience points that are as dense as a swipe on the screen.
Xue Jing directly pulled it to the bottom and just took a look at the current situation of the charm.
[Charm Lv10 (10000+/?)]
"Um?"
Xue Jing raised her eyebrows slightly.
His charm experience value before entering the ring was about 4,000, and with so many dense prompts on the panel, the added experience value must be more than 6,000.
But the charm experience only showed 10,000...but there was an extra plus sign.
"What's going on...has the upper limit been reached?"
Xue Jing looked thoughtful.
Is it the upper limit of the Charm skill itself, or is this the upper limit of all ordinary skills?
"Forget it, it doesn't matter. You will know what the specific situation is after you reach fitness level 10."
He shook his head and continued to look at other prompts.
[...Fitness experience value +126]
[...Health experience value +58]
[...aiming experience value +326]
…
[...Soldier attack experience value +569]
[Soldier attack increased to Lv7 (121/4500)]
Because he was killed instantly with a single blow, Li Chengxuan provided him with very little experience, so he gained quite a bit from [Aiming] and [Soldier Strike].
Bingshou gained a lot of experience when he killed the sea bee swarm on the ship, and he finally reached Level 7.
Xue Jing's palm holding the Futu Dao exerted slight pressure and calmed down.
This time, he experienced a different feeling than before.
From Fu Tu Dao's body, there was a strange feeling of rising, shrinking, rising and shrinking.
"Is this...breathing?"
Xue Jing was a little unsure.
A knife...breathing?
It's amazing.
But other than that, there doesn't seem to be much.
"Forget it, try again later."
Xue Jing closed the panel and took out her phone.
Before he entered the ring, he set his cell phone to do-not-disturb mode. When he took it out, he saw many WeChat messages and missed calls.
Classmate's, Li Ge's, class teacher Du Shiwei's, senior sister Zhushan Ying's, and parents', sister Xue Wan's...
Xue Jing walked towards the hotel while replying to the message, wandering all the way.
…
Late at night, Maple City Pier.
An inconspicuous small fishing boat slowly docked in the rising and falling tide.
Three people were standing on the deck of the fishing boat.
Among the three, two were quite strange.
They were unusually tall, almost over 2.3 meters tall. Each of them had a black turban on their head. In the cool weather in the south where winter had not yet begun, they had thick fur around their necks. The clothes are also long-sleeved and cover the whole body tightly.
His body shape is also quite strange. Although he is standing, his body is hunched, his head is tilted forward severely, and the knees of his two legs are bent. It does not look like this intentionally, but because of the structure of his body, he cannot stand straight. .
It's like... a large beast standing upright from a human body.
Two tall men sandwiched the other person in the middle, stretched out a hand respectively, and pressed the man's shoulder.
If Xue Jing and Ning Fengwan were here, they would find that the person caught in the middle was actually Mr. An, the priest of the Qingcheng Dragon Sect.
"puff--"
The bow of the fishing boat suddenly sank and submerged into the water. Two tall men grabbed Mr. An's shoulders and jumped more than ten meters high, landing on the shore of the port.
After falling from a height of more than ten meters, the feet of the two tall men touched the ground without making any sound.
Mr. An was carried like a chicken by the two men and landed smoothly.
One of the men closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said:
"I smell the divine scent of the Cat God."
Another person reminded: "You are wrong, Bazebu. The cat is just one aspect of him. We should respectfully call him the 'Lion God' or the 'War King'."
Bazeb curled his lips and said: "Anything is fine...Bellu, what should we do now?"
"That old Bideng from Hu Mianzi only told us the name and location...Do we have to turn over the entire city to find him?"
Baileylu said: "Of course we can't do this, so I caught this person and came with him."
As he spoke, he patted Mr. An on the shoulder.
Bazeb asked in confusion: "Ah? Isn't this little snake used as a snack to satisfy cravings?"
Bellilu: "Of course not... at least not now. The woman who bought the 'sacred object' is the leader of the Dragon Sect in Qingcheng, and this person is the priest of the Qingcheng Dragon Sect."
"He has a way to contact the leader, so let him ask him out..."
Mr. An blinked his red vertical pupils and said with a sneer: "Two secret envoys, we agreed in advance that the holy relics of your sect will be handed over to you, but you must spare the life of the leader... She is designated by our chief sect. The person you want will eventually become the royal son of the 'Infinite Dragon'..."
Bellilu said impatiently: "You have no room for bargaining, ask her out quickly, before Bazeb can hold back from eating you up."
A little cold sweat broke out on Mr. An's forehead and he said: "This will take time... She can't contact the leader at any time. She has to wait until she takes the initiative to go online and log on to that website..."
Bellilu's eyes turned cold: "Then you'd better pray for her as soon as possible."
"otherwise……"
Mr. An sneered and said: "Yes, yes..."
This group of wild beasts from the Lion Saint Cult are hard to eliminate!
He cursed in his mind.
…
(End of chapter)