Using a great sword as a weapon, the attack moves are not complicated, and almost every move is simple and straightforward. However, just a few simple moves can show the beauty of a warrior's power and speed, and are also followed by most warriors on the ancient continent.

To summarize the characteristics of the great sword in one word, that is: domineering.

As a star-level swordsman, Basten had a grasp of the great sword in his hand as if this sword was part of his body, and did not reveal the shortcomings of the great sword at all - it was clumsy, but quickly approached Kenyon from a very strange angle.

In Ling Feng's view, the oval arc that Basten's great sword drew, as if the moves of the Oriental Sword I had seen before, only added more power and seemed a little strange.

Kenyon's eyes lit up when he looked at Basten. The big sword in his hand slashed directly at Basten's sword in almost the same way. With a "clang--" sound, the two swords intersected and emitted a dazzling light. Basten's red fighting spirit darkened slightly; while Kenyon's purple fighting spirit burst out rapidly and overshadowed the red light.

When the two of them crossed, Basten clearly felt his hands trembling.

"This is the difference between the ninth-level warrior and the sub-saint." George explained to Montero, "Whether in terms of strength or control of weapons, the ninth-level warrior is much worse than the sub-saint. Even though Basten occupies a favorable position in terms of timing and momentum, in the face of absolute power, all moves are vulgar."

"In other words, Basten is sure to lose?" Montero asked, looking at Ling Feng.

"I'll lose." George made a decision calmly. Even though Basten's moves were a bit strange, in the eyes of George who was one level higher than him, Basten's moves did not have a strong threat. Unless Basten also advanced to the sub-saint, then the advantages of the moves would be revealed.

I believe Kenyon, who is also a sub-saint, can see this.

Sure enough, in the subsequent competition, no matter how Basten's sword moves changed, Kenyon always used static action, and each move forced Basten to compete with him for the depth of fighting spirit. After a few moves, Basten's speed and coherence of his moves were affected. At this time, it was only a matter of time before Basten's defeat.

"Oh--" Olmos looked at Basten's sword move, frowned and sighed. There was a faint tear in his eyes, especially when he saw Basten's persistence and persistence on the stage, he felt a lot of emotion in his heart.

Ling Feng felt that Olmos' expression was a bit weird. Even if Basten failed, it would not be unacceptable to lose to a sub-saint, right?

"Teacher is thinking of Basten's past." Rijkald looked at Ling Feng's puzzled expression and explained.

"Oh!" Ling Feng responded somewhat vaguely.

Looking at Basten again, he still stubbornly attacked Kenyon in his own way. In Ling Feng's eyes, such an attack seemed a bit futile. It was commendable, but it did not have much substantive meaning. So he signaled to Montero: "We will admit defeat in this game."

When Basten got off the martial arts competition, his face did not have the decadence of failure, but showed a hint of thought.

"Do you think that the competition between Kenyon was completely lost in strength?" Ling Feng asked intentionally or unintentionally.

Basten looked at Ling Feng and was a little stunned.

"Nothing is strange." Ling Feng smiled calmly, then looked around and said, "I'm afraid everyone here thinks so?"

Basten had not answered yet, but Gulite said first: "It would be normal for the ninth-level strength to lose to the Assassin." Rijkald and others, including the five women, nodded when they heard this, for fear that Basten would not be able to overcome the face. If they were not facing the Assassin and Basten, who was in the middle of the ninth-level, would have had a glorious record of defeating the top warrior of the ninth-level.

"If you think so yourself, then you will never be able to surpass the ninth level." Ling Feng said lightly, and then his eyes looked at the third prince. The third prince was looking over proudly, with a somewhat provocative look in his eyes. Behind the third prince, there were Jodhsi and others, with bright smiles on his face.

"What does it mean?" Basten's eyes burst out with a burst of light after hearing Ling Feng's words, especially the indifferent temperament on Ling Feng's body, which gave Basten a strong hint to whom he had just competed with. Could it be that Ling Feng's strength is already a sub-saint? But is there such a young sub-saint on the mainland?

A beautiful figure suddenly flashed in Basten's mind, equally young, with black hair in blue and black hair coming through the snow.

"Haha, it's not interesting." Ling Feng ignored the provocation of the third prince and said to Basten, "Your sword moves were not like this now, right?" Seeing Basten, Olmos and others nodding, Ling Feng continued: "I guess, at the beginning, you shouldn't use a two-handed sword, but a one-handed sword. I don't know why the one-handed sword was abandoned and you don't need to use a two-handed sword instead."

"How do you know?" Not only Basten was curious, but also Olmos and several other people who knew Basten were quite curious when they heard this. Wanqi Mingyao, one of the five girls, blurted out with a 'ah'. A hint of incredibleness appeared in her eyes.

"It can be seen from your competition moves." Ling Feng said. In the Forest of Warcraft, Ling Feng didn't pay much attention to Basten's sword moves, because at that time, there was a person who was more worthy of Ling Feng's attention than Basten, Simon.

Simon's sword moves are very divided into one-handed swords, which are more elegant and light. This is closer to Ling Feng's own Luoying sword technique. After wandering on the continent for two or three months, Ling Feng discovered that the sword moves here are completely represented by roughness and strength. Simon's sword moves can only be said to be an alien.

Now when I see Basten's moves, I feel it. After all, Basten's sword moves are quite strange to those who use two-handed swords; in the eyes of Ling Feng, who uses one-handed swords, they seem a little different.

"Can the second game start?" At this time, Montero walked over and asked Ling Feng.

"Yeah, let's start." Ling Feng nodded.

"The Third Prince hopes that you will play in the second game first." Montero said.

"Oh?" Ling Feng heard this, looked at the third prince who was quite proud on the other side, and said in his heart: It's not bad, I know let's show up first.

On Ling Feng's side, the superficial strength is naturally the most important thing after Ling Feng comes with white and black. If Ling Feng plays in this round, then the third prince who has won the first game will admit defeat in this game, even if they admit defeat in the third game, their other sub-saint will not be able to deal with by Ling Feng.

And if Ling Feng waits until the third game, then they will definitely win if they send Asian Saints to play in the second game.

As long as the three princesses are separated by the remaining two games, the third prince will basically have a sure victory.

Is the Assassin? A smile appeared on the corner of Ling Feng's mouth and said to Ling Ling: "Ling'er, come, let your brother hug you." Ling Ling rushed into Ling Feng's arms like a bird, and saw Wanqi Mingyao and the girls next to him looked jealous. They had thought of many ways but failed.

"Ling'er, you'll do you do this?" Ling Feng asked in a low voice.

"Okay, okay." Ling Ling shouted happily, "I'll go up and beat him up."

"Uh, there's no need to beat him up, just knock him off the stage." Ling Feng said.

"Isn't you really need to beat him?" Ling Ling pouted and felt a little unhappy. He knocked off the stage. That was a matter of a few tricks. Why did you have to go up by yourself? "Then let Xiao Hei go."

"Xiao Hei?" Ling Feng glanced at Hei Yu, who was a little proud, and thought to himself that Hei Yu also had the strength of the sub-saint, and with its air advantage, he would not fail, and winning might be a little trouble. "Okay, let Xiao Hei go. But you have to go on stage to watch Xiao Hei."

"Well. I'll command Xiao Hei." Ling Ling nodded happily.

...

"This, are you really going to the second round to let her play?" Montero looked at Ling Feng and Ling Ling in a few words and determined the candidate, but he was not happy at all. Isn't this a mess to let Ling Ling go to the stage?

Gulite and others were also very surprised. Casano even prepared to fight himself. After all, except Ling Feng, among the remaining three, they were all eighth-level strength. He also had eighth-level Kami to help. If Kami kept flying in the air and Casano's magic attack, even if he faced the Assassin, he would not have no chance of winning at all.

The premise is that the only eighth-level flying monster on the other side is not the sub-saint pet who has not yet appeared.

However, Ling Feng's decision was too sudden.
Chapter completed!