Chapter 151 Best of Five

Then the opponent's sword was suddenly knocked out of his hand.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Lou Haotian also stood up from his chair in shock.

How is this possible?

Without a sword in his hand, Luo Qiming could only fight with his bare hands.

He was not weak with his bare hands, and he dodged several consecutive moves.

Slowly, Luo Qiming showed signs of defeat.

At this time, the emotions of the Yanyan people in the field were high, and everyone shouted to cheer for Feng Yuanhan.

Especially some young people who had a good relationship with the Feng family.

Wu Yueqin had the loudest voice.

But in order to win beautifully, Feng Yuanhan kicked the sword back to Luo Qiming's hand at the moment when his foot stepped on the opponent's weapon.

His action made people gasp.

"Isn't the second young master Feng stupid?" a boy said.

"What do you know? That's called an unfair victory. Martial artists should be fair in a duel." " If you

are not as skilled as your opponent and your weapon is knocked off, you should automatically admit defeat."

But Feng Yuanhan didn't care what others said.

The opponent had a weapon, and the defeat was reversed.

The two of them fought back and forth, evenly matched.

It would take some time for an outsider to see the two of them win or lose.

But there were many insiders.

Chen Zhizhong and his sons stared at the two men in the arena without blinking.

"Dad, my son is far inferior to Yuanhan." Chen Jitang said weakly.

During that hunt, although he knew that Feng Yuanhan had let him win on purpose, he only saw the opponent's strength today.

"Well, even before your brother got hurt, he might not have been his match." Chen Zhizhong commented very pertinently.

"I didn't expect the Feng family's martial arts to have improved to such a level." Chen Jiming sighed.

"It won't take a hundred moves for Yuanhan to win." Chen Zhizhong could see that Luo Qiming was already a little overwhelmed.

Feng Zuwen was very satisfied with his son's performance.

Feng Tianxing was of course also an expert, and he could see that his second brother did not use his full strength.

He just grasped it just right, neither crushing his opponent nor being restricted in every way. He grasped the balance of power just right.

The two swords of the two men on the field met, and Feng Yuanhan immediately retreated. In terms of strength, he was definitely no match for the other party.

The sword flashed, and the sleeves fluttered.

Another two quarters of an hour passed.

Everyone present dared not blink, fearing to miss any exciting move of the duel.

Feng Yuanhan felt that it was almost done.

He suddenly changed his fighting style.

With a wide range of movements, he trapped the opponent in his sword array, making it impossible for the opponent to escape.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?" Lou Haotian widened his eyes in surprise.

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Yuanhan's sword was against Luo Qiming's heart. Just a little further forward, it would penetrate.

Victory or defeat depends on this moment.

Thunderous applause rang out.

This was the first time that Yanyan won alone in the four competitions. It was not like Yun Ranqing took advantage of Yun Xinglu.

Wu Yueqin was the most excited. He invited several young nobles to run onto the field, lift Feng Yuanhan up, and throw him high.

"Oh, oh, Yuanhan is mighty, Yuanhan is mighty."

The shouts were louder and louder.

Lou Haotian's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.

"Haha, Wu'an Marquis's Mansion is indeed a martial arts family." Yun Hongxiao was also very happy at this time.

So proud!

All the warriors of the Flame Kingdom present smiled at the excited group of young people on the field.

Now it was a 2-2 tie.

The last game became the key game to determine the outcome.

"Second Prince Lou, there is still one last game, let's continue." Yun Hongxiao asked everyone to calm down and spoke.

He already had a plan in mind. Since Feng Yuanhan could win, he specifically asked Feng Zuwen to play in the last round. His son was so good, so he must be even better.

Loulan was the fifth person to play. He was also a burly man, about the same age as Feng Zuwen.

He was strong and tall. His tiger eyes made people feel oppressive.

"My dear Feng, since your son can win, you can play in the last round." Yun Hongxiao didn't think it was unfair to put the burden on the father and son.

Before, it was always individuals who took the initiative to ask for leave. This was the first time the emperor designated someone to play.

"Your Majesty, since there is a prize in the competition, I also want a prize. If I win, I would like to ask Your Majesty to give me one of the snow lotus flowers." Feng Zuwen was not afraid of the emperor getting angry.

"What do you want that for?" Yun Hongxiao was a little confused when he heard it. Feng Mansion had a lot of precious medicinal materials, why did he covet the snow lotus flowers that he hadn't even warmed up yet?

"My daughter likes it." Feng Zuwen's reason was very legitimate.

But what was the reason?

Feng Tianxing smiled when he heard it.

Daddy is really good at making unreasonable requests.

"Your Majesty, since Miss Feng likes it, then give it to her. Anyway, you have two. If Lord Feng wins, the Feng family will have made a great contribution. Even the game that the fourth prince won was actually the credit of Feng Mansion." Wu Miaozhen spoke up at the right time to persuade.

Yun Hongxiao thought about it and it was true.

"Okay, as long as you win, I'll give it to you."

Feng Zuwen got a positive answer.

He put Feng Tianxing into Song Shuqing's arms and jumped onto the field.

Both of them chose swords.

As soon as the swords were unsheathed, the sound of metal friction made people shudder.

"Feng Zuwen of Yanyan, please teach me a few moves." "

Loulan Wu Bang asks Lord Feng Hou for guidance."

Wu Bang watched the previous competition and no longer dared to underestimate the martial arts of Yanyan Kingdom.

The two men were of similar age. Feng Zuwen was at a disadvantage in height, which was a hard injury.

Both of them were very alert.

Feng Zuwen used a move of spreading wings like a great phoenix, and his opponent swept away plum blossoms.

It was a strong duel, and the two swords intersected, sparks flew everywhere.

The two men went up and down in the field, which was dazzling to watch.

The two men were evenly matched, and the fight was hard to tell.

Every move was exciting.

Time passed little by little.

Almost two hundred moves had passed, and no one showed signs of losing.

Yun Hongxiao stared at the competition on the field intently: It would be difficult for Feng Zuwen to win.

And there was another person who was even more incredible.

That was Yun Xinglu.

When did the Feng family's martial arts become so powerful? Four years ago, he had challenged Feng Zuwen to a duel. Feng Zuwen was not so powerful at that time, and was no match for him, not to mention Feng Yuanhan, who was only fourteen years old.

His thoughts changed again and again. It seemed that he had to adjust his future plans.

Feng Zuwen was a man who was only loyal to the orthodoxy.

More than a hundred moves had passed, and the winner was still not decided.

Chen Zhizhong was sweating for Feng Zuwen. He saw Feng Zuwen almost fall into the opponent's trap several times, but he narrowly avoided it.

Feng Tianxing also watched every move made by his father carefully.

[Looking at Daddy like this, he should have understood the martial arts book a little bit. If Daddy hadn't studied the Xuanming Meditation Book, it would be impossible for Daddy to win.

What kind of person is Lou Lan looking for? Everyone is so good at martial arts. If it weren't for me, Yanyan would have been defeated. But no one knows about me, the hero behind the scenes. 】Feng Tianxing felt that it was a pity to have only Xuelianhua.

Song Shuqing heard the lady's voice and felt a little unfair for her. The unknown hero is in her arms.

Suddenly, Feng Zuwen's movements slowed down, which scared everyone.

"What does Lord Feng mean?"

"Is he about to collapse?"

"Look, he can actually use the sword to drive the air flow." Someone exclaimed.

Feng Zuwen suddenly changed his fighting style, catching the opponent off guard.

But Wu Bang quickly adjusted and adopted a more fierce attack.

But strangely, every time he made a move, Feng Zuwen would block it and then shake him away.

When Feng Zuwen waited for Wu Bang to approach again, he suddenly turned sideways and did not use the sword. Instead, he used his left hand, which was not holding the sword, to make a back-thrust and hit Wu Bang in the chest. It seemed like a very simple move.