readsfreenovel Chapter 1847 - 1838: Swift
Chapter 1847 - 1838: Swift
After a brief standstill, just as everyone thought the battle was over, Ming Yang, holding the longsword, suddenly moved.
"Hush—"
Everyone saw his sword get cut down, this sword had nothing special, only sharpness and swiftness.
"Dead!"
With a roar, the sword like thunder rushed straight at Ao Cangsheng’s face.
Facing this sword, Ao Cangsheng’s longsword suddenly tilted upward, striking Ming Yang’s sword.
"Clang—"
The sound broke, Ao Cangsheng’s sword light broke, his body shrank back three feet.
Under the platform, everyone couldn’t help but shout.
Soon after, under the exhausted light of the Mingyang Sword, another sword was born, stabbing Ao Cangsheng’s eyebrow.
Ao Cangsheng’s longsword stood before you, Life Force rolling in.
"Clang—"
Again, the tense audience stared at three points.
The fierce sword light did not hurt Ao Cangsheng but hit the sword in his hand.
Instantly, the sword body vibrated, and the rolling Life Force on the sword body shattered.
Simultaneously, Ao Cangsheng retreated four feet.
"Humph, can you stop it?"
Ming Yang’s body suspended in the air, sneered.
Suddenly, in the weary second sword light, yet another sword was born.
This sword seemed stronger than the previous two.
"Clang—"
The third loud sound echoed, but this time, Ao Cangsheng did not retreat.
The sword light broke Ao Cangsheng’s longsword, piercing Ao Cangsheng’s eyebrows.
If this sword went through, Ao Cangsheng would surely die.
Just as many were anticipating this thrilling moment, Ming Yang’s face suddenly changed.
Before that sword could pierce his head, Ao Cangsheng’s left hand suddenly extended.
One hand extended, a thousand hands joined, Guanyin appeared now.
"Boom—"
Only thunder’s rumble dropped, not only hitting Ao Cangsheng’s brow but also shattering the treasure sword. Even Ming Yang, suspended in the void, suddenly flew out.
In mid-air, Ming Yang opened his mouth, spitting a mouthful of fresh blood.
But before he landed, another hand fell on him.
But this time, Ming Yang didn’t fly out because Ao Cangsheng’s right hand had already choked his neck.
Seeing this, Murong Xue’er, who was overjoyed, suddenly lost her complexion.
Who would have thought that Ming Yang, who had just had an absolute advantage, would suddenly fail?
The second palm dropped, and Ming Yang’s body immediately made a sound of bone fracture.
Fresh blood surged up but flowed to the throat and was blocked.
Thus, Ming Yang’s red face turned into purple sauce.
"Weren’t you going to fight me? Is this still the idea?"
Looking at Ming Yang’s miserable appearance, Ao Cangsheng sneered and asked.
"You don’t speak, great! I said I would kill you. Now I will keep my promise!"
Saying this, Ao Cangsheng’s right hand suddenly tightened.
In an instant, Ming Yang’s two eyeballs suddenly bulged out of their sockets, as if they were about to explode.
"Ao Cangsheng, stop!"
In the silence, a mournful cry suddenly echoed from Jinlin Platform.
Turning to look, they found the voice was made by Murong Xue.
Coldly glancing at Murong Xuejing under the Li Hua rain. Ao Cangsheng just sneered, intending to ignore directly.
"I beg you, let him go!"
Seeing Ao Cangsheng’s indifference, Murong Xue shouted again.
Before she finished speaking, she knelt down.
Seeing this scene, even if Ao Cangsheng was ruthless, his heart would tremble.
Even though he hated Murong Xue’er now, he liked the girl from the beginning.
At all times, he could not deny this.
Now, the girl knelt before him, just asking him not to kill Ming Yang.
Thus, Ao Cangsheng truly didn’t know what to do?
After a long time, Ao Cangsheng finally sighed and raised his hand, throwing the dying Ming Yang off the stage.
Witnessing this scene, Murong Xue breathed a sigh of relief.
But for some reason, at this moment, she suddenly cried, regardless of her long-maintained image of a lady.
Ming Yang’s defeat left many spectators sighing.
They couldn’t understand how Lingxiao Academy’s second person lost to this never-born proud family’s waste?
But after this war, whoever it is, no one dares to underestimate Ao Cangsheng anymore.
To defeat someone like Ming Yang’s existence, you can’t be a show pillow.
"Well done, boss!"
Seeing Ao Cangsheng standing at the bottom of the stage again wielding the sword and wrapping the wound, he couldn’t help but shout.
But just after shouting, the intense pain after the chest bone reposition forced him to sit down with a grin.
In this battle, five challengers were defeated.
Except for Cao Qing’s direct surrender, Hua Xu lost the quickest.
Lu Lingfei only used one move, causing Hua Xu to be severely injured.
The worst loser was Ming Yang.
He was determined to let shame defeat Ao Cangsheng.
Witnessing this, He Yifan, who was watching the battle from afar, couldn’t help but reveal a cold smile.
In fact, he had told Cao Qing before going to the stage that if there was a chance, he must cut down the barbarian on the stage.
The reason was that Wu Feiyan collided with Shen Yu in front, Ao Cangsheng abandoned He Yunhong behind, and right at this moment, Ao Cangsheng severely injured Lingxiao Academy’s second day.
For this reason, He Yifan was determined, as long as a Lingxiao Academy disciple had a chance at Heavenly Dragon Martial Arts School, he would kill them to resolve the wrath.
All of this, Ao Cangsheng always kept in his eyes.
Just because he sat and refused to admit defeat, he never spoke.
At this moment, Ao Cangsheng saw the sitting beast’s situation was extremely dangerous, unable to resist reminding the sitting beast to directly admit defeat.
Wanting to kill the red-eyed beauty sitting there, how could he admit defeat now?
After a while, the person sitting there had seven or eight blood marks.
Eventually, Cangsheng was likely to part with friends, making him admit defeat.
However, when Cao Qing shouted to give up, he did not stop immediately.
He still launched the fiercest attack, wanting to kill the barbarian sitting on the platform.
That knife made the audience wide-eyed and made many in Lingxiao Academy clutch their hearts in dead silence.
Fortunately, by day’s end, I just sat and breathed, did half of the "Cloud and Wind Steps," and then completely fell under the knife.
Then, he was swept down by the sword.
When Ao Cangsheng caught the unconscious sitting man, he didn’t first check sitting man’s injuries, but coldly looked at Cao Qing on the stage and He Yifan not far away with a sly smile.
Ao Cangsheng didn’t speak, but his eyes told the two he would certainly repay the long-term plan for uniforms.
Three hours later, the final five places finally appeared.
Due to absence from the competition, Hua Xu ranked tenth.
Although Ming Yang was in the battle, he ranked ninth because of his outstanding performance in several matches.
He was severely injured, defeated miserably, ranking eighth.
Wu Feiyan was only a line away from Cao Qing, ranked seventh.
Cao Qing won two consecutive matches, ranked sixth in the top five.
After the final five announcements, the sun had reached the western edge.
Therefore, the judge’s office to conduct the final trial tomorrow.
In today’s first beautiful battle, naturally, the injured sit very beautifully.
Although Ao Cangsheng gave him medicine when he was initially unconscious, he still hadn’t awakened before the match ended.
Before leaving Jinlin Platform, the teams from Lingxiao Academy and Heavenly Dragon Martial Arts School once brushed shoulders.
Although the elders didn’t engage in intense confrontation, all disciples who participated in the competition or mutual support showed hostile eyes.
"You better pray for tomorrow’s first beautiful battle!"
This was He Yifan, passing by Ao Cangsheng suddenly coldly saying.
Ao Cangsheng did not respond. He Yifan’s eyes suddenly narrowed.
Returning to Heavenly Dragon Martial Arts School, many disciples had already waited eagerly at the school gate, many of whom were Ao Cangsheng’s disciples.
When they saw the bloody, unconscious Xiongnu sitting statue, they all shouted to avenge the Xiongnu sitting statue and to make a fuss at Lingxiao Academy.
In the end, Ao Cangsheng stopped the uproar.