Chapter 83: Vulnerable

After hearing Zhang Yifeng's words, Fan Jinwu and Qin Yetian looked at each other, as if thinking about something, and stopped talking.

Although they hated Nie Tian very much in their hearts, Fan Jinwu and Qin Yetian could not ignore Nie Tian's terrifying strength.

Qin Yetian's son Qin Yuhu was once defeated by Nie Tian, ​​and Qin Yuhu was a Wanxiang first-level strength. Although his combat power was slightly worse than Lan Bingye, it was not much worse.

So Qin Yetian was really unsure in his heart. He did not dare to guarantee that there would be no accidents in this battle for the new king.

"Nie Tian, ​​you'd better lose to Prince Bingye, otherwise it would force me to take action." Qin Yetian looked at Nie Tian from a distance and said viciously in his heart.

If there was an accident in the battle between Nie Tian and Lan Bingye, Qin Yetian would definitely take action.

Soon, the martial arts competition field became quiet.

A gray-robed figure jumped onto the largest martial arts competition stage.

The battle of the top eight will be held on the largest martial arts competition stage.

The gray-robed figure was shaken all over, and a huge breath enveloped the surrounding space of dozens of meters.

"My name is Ai Anmin. I will be the referee for the next fight." Ai Anmin swept his eyes around, and the whole audience felt a faint pressure.

"What a strong aura, this person's strength is actually the ninth level of Wanxiang!" Nie Tian looked at Ai Anmin and was amazed.

The Bayun Academy really has some background, and a referee has the strength of the ninth level of Wanxiang.

After shocking everyone, Ai Anmin looked solemn and announced loudly: "The first game, Nie Tian, ​​duel, Liang Yunlong!"

Hearing his opponent, Nie Tian raised his head slightly and looked in the direction of Liang Yunlong.

At the same time, Liang Yunlong turned around and locked his eyes on Nie Tian.

Neither of them spoke, but the anger between them was already revealed.

This battle is not a competition, but a life-and-death duel!

Jin Dabao stood beside Nie Tian and reminded him, "Boss, Liang Yunlong is a cruel and brutal person. You must not show mercy to him. You must not be soft-hearted."

Nie Tian showed terrifying strength in the martial arts competition, but he did not kill anyone, and did not even injure his opponent. Jin Dabao was afraid that he would be too soft-hearted and would suffer a loss in the duel with Liang Yunlong.

"Don't worry, I know my limits." Nie Tian responded with a calm face and slowly stepped onto the martial arts competition stage.

He was not a cruel and bloodthirsty person, but he was definitely not a soft-hearted and cowardly person.

He did not need to kill others, but he would never show mercy to Liang Yunlong.

Liang Yunlong was cruel and ruthless. He was not a good person. Such a person would be a disaster if he was kept alive.

Liang Yunlong also stepped onto the martial arts competition stage at this moment and faced Nie Tian head-on.

The duel between the two attracted the attention of everyone in the audience.

Qiu Ling'er looked at Nie Tian, ​​her delicate face showing a trace of worry, and whispered softly: "Will Brother Nie Tian be a match for this guy?"

"There should be no problem, unless Liang Yunlong is more terrifying than Wanxiang Warrior." Qiu Shan nodded and said.

"I believe Brother Nie Tian will definitely win." Nie Yurou has full confidence in Nie Tian. In her heart, there is no one that Nie Tian cannot defeat.

"Hmm!" Xiaoguai also opened his eyelids at this time and screamed strangely, as if responding to Nie Yurou, and its voice was actually 70% like a human!

Xiaoguai screamed and fell asleep again, so no one cared.

On the other side, Lan Bingye also focused his eyes on the martial arts competition stage, thinking: "Liang Yunlong's strength is very strong, just in time to test Nie Tian's depth. This prince wants to see, a scumbag of the fourth level of Yuanling, why can he compete with this prince for the new king."

"Nie Tian, ​​since you are a teacher recognized by Zhang Yifeng, you should bring surprises to this prince." At the same time, Lan Bingchen also looked at Nie Tian from a distance, with a complicated expression.

Although he had heard about Nie Tian's deeds, Lan Bingchen was still not at ease without actually seeing his strength.

Moreover, all the opponents Nie Tian had met before were not worth mentioning, and they could not be compared with Liang Yunlong at all.

After all, Liang Yunlong was a ninth-level Yuanling warrior, ruthless and fierce.

"Nie Tian, ​​I finally waited for you." Liang Yunlong's face was gloomy and terrifying, with murderous intent.

"Do you really want to kill me?" Nie Tian frowned slightly.

Liang Yunlong smiled grimly and said coldly: "I don't really want to kill you, but I really want to 'torture' you to death!"

He deliberately emphasized the word "torture" to stimulate his fighting spirit.

"Then do it." Not wanting to talk nonsense anymore, Nie Tian's whole body of Yuan meridians began to circulate.

Liang Yunlong couldn't wait any longer, and a black heavy sword appeared behind him. A group of turbid black air surrounded the sword body, exuding a frightening momentum.

The Oolong Sword, this is Liang Yunlong's Yuanling.

He had used the Black Dragon Sword Spirit to kill several opponents before.

"Black Dragon Roar!" Liang Yunlong mobilized all his energy, and his aura surged, and he suddenly roared.

The next moment, he leaned forward and stepped hard, leaving a deep pit on the martial arts arena. A whistle erupted from the edge of the Black Dragon Sword, and then a strange black light emanated, and a black dragon shadow gushed out.

"Black Dragon Angry Sword!" Seeing this scene, Fan Jinwu's face changed slightly.

The Wrath of the Black Dragon Sword, this is the Liang family's yellow-level advanced martial arts.

Seeing Liang Yunlong's momentum, it is obvious that he has already practiced the Wrath of the Black Dragon Sword to the peak level.

The levels of martial arts practiced by martial artists are entry level, minor success, major success, and peak level.

Generally speaking, it takes one month to get started, one year to achieve minor success, three years to achieve major success, and ten years to reach the peak level.

However, this also varies depending on the level of martial arts and personal martial arts talent.

Liang Yunlong is only fifteen or sixteen years old, and it is obviously impossible for him to practice the Wrath of the Black Dragon Sword for ten years. At most, it is only a few years.

Being able to practice the Wrath of the Black Dragon Sword to the peak level shows that his martial arts talent is far superior to that of ordinary people.

Nie Tian stood in place, feeling Liang Yunlong's momentum, his face was terrifyingly calm.

Suddenly, all the meridians in his body started to operate violently, including the tenth meridian transformed from the star stone, which operated at the same time, and every inch of muscle and every bone in his body was filled with terrible Yuanli.

The Nine Extremes War God Art was running fast, and Nie Tian's body was emitting a faint golden dark light, like an angry wild beast.

"Kill!" Nie Tian roared, and punched out with the War God Emperor Fist.

The next moment, Nie Tian stepped on his feet and rushed forward like a flash of lightning.

Not using the Yuan Ling to attack?

This scene made everyone dumbfounded.

No one expected that Nie Tian would not use the Yuan Ling, but would attack directly, and rush forward head-on.

This is a very dangerous move. Warriors using Yuan Ling and not using Yuan Ling are completely two different combat levels.

Nie Tian naturally knew this, and the reason why he dared to do this was because he had absolute confidence in himself.

And his Yuan Ling had no combat power, at least not now.

"Boom!" The black dragon shadow collided with Nie Tian and was directly shattered.

"Bang!" Then, with a muffled sound, Nie Tian punched Liang Yunlong in the chest, and a sound of bones breaking rang out in the air.

Liang Yunlong flew backwards and fell heavily on the stage.

"Is this your strength?" Nie Tian looked at the stage, straightened his body, and said lightly: "It's not even worth a single blow!"