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Last time he said: In the top eight, Phantom Spear and Feng Ding were fiercely competing against each other.

The commoner clapped with all his might, and said with his mouth wide open: "The attack and defense battle just now was really too exciting, that's why it looks like Wulin Conference! Today is truly an eye-opener. To think that there would be such a formidable person! " The citizen said, "That's right. But in this situation, it's hard to say who will win. Look." On the stage, Jiang Feng's silver spear was pointed straight at Feng Ding's throat, and Feng Ding's Coiling-dragon Stick was also pressed against Jiang Feng's left chest. The two of them stood there, not daring to move their right hands that were holding onto their weapons.

Suddenly, the more experienced Feng Ding used his left hand to grab onto Jiang Feng's silver spear. Jiang Feng sensed that something was wrong and was about to make a move, when Feng Ding's right hand struck the Coiling-dragon Stick on his left chest, he released his left hand to prevent himself from getting injured by the spear. Jiang Feng fell to the ground on his back, gasping for breath, obviously that pole strike was not light. Feng Ding used "serial stick" again, trying to completely subdue Jiang Feng, but unexpectedly, he flipped twice in the right direction and stood up again. At the moment, Jiang Feng's eyes were brimming with vigor, he used "Spear Falling Plains", rapidly suppressed the Coiling-dragon Stick, and then suddenly changed its direction and pierced towards Feng Ding's right shoulder. Feng Ding retracted his rod and blocked, Jiang Feng squatted down, and the silver spear pierced into Feng Ding's armpit from below. But Feng Ding's strength was already beyond his, adding on to the fact that the force was too great, Jiang Feng forced himself to block the attack, causing cracks to appear on the wooden board beneath his feet, Jiang Feng somersaulted in the air, his legs kicked away from the Coiling-dragon Stick, Feng Ding's sweeping stick caught up to him, Jiang Feng raised his spear to block, causing him to be knocked back three steps.

Brother, your martial arts are indeed quite good, but unfortunately, you've met your big brother." Jiang Feng used his left hand to wipe the sweat off his face, and suddenly shook his head, raising his spirits and laughed bitterly: "Big brother truly deserves to be called the 'King of Rod Kings', little brother has finally experienced the heavens above heaven today, but forgive me for my bluntness, but the next move I will use, big brother, you will definitely not be able to dodge it." Feng Ding said: "Alright, then let big brother see my last ultimate skill." Jiang Feng thought: Feng Ding is skilled in martial arts, if not for the fact that I will stop at this point today, I definitely will not lose! Father, protect my son and I will definitely succeed in using this technique. )))) Jiang Feng took the chance and leaned back, holding the silver spear tighter than before. All of a sudden, his body turned around and circled behind Feng Ding, he knew that it was not safe to turn his back on Jiang Feng at this time, so he quickly turned around, but unexpectedly, Jiang Feng used the momentum of the swing to use the Cold Iron Silver Lance to stab Feng Ding in the throat. Feng Ding moved forward using the Coiling-dragon Stick as he retreated. This move required a good sense of balance in his body, otherwise, it would be easy for him to fall. However, Jiang Feng dodged to the left and right, changing the silver spear to his left and right, then to his right. His body moved horizontally like a shadow, but the Cold Iron Silver Lance stayed in a straight line. Feng Ding retreated to the reins. He could no longer dodge, the Cold Iron Silver Lance almost stabbed into his throat. Feng Ding laughed loudly: "Bro, you've won, as expected of the 'Phantom Spear', big bro admits defeat." When presenter heard that Feng Ding had already admitted defeat, he hurriedly went up the stage and announced, "Participant number 49, Chiang Feng, wins." The crowd outside the arena burst into cheers. They were all praising the brilliance of this martial arts match.

Jiang Feng's sweat dripped onto the wooden boards of the stage. He kept his silver spear and spoke softly: "Big Brother, you were the one who let me win today. I know." Feng Ding patted Jiang Feng's shoulder, and said: "Old brother, that move of yours truly did shock big brother, big brother really didn't expect you to have such a powerful killing move. Big brother is very happy, to be able to fight with you so happily today, haha!" Jiang Feng nodded his head, and laughed: "Big brother, let's go backstage to rest for a while!" Feng Ding pulled Jiang Feng to the backstage.

The next match was the third one of the top eight, Yan Kuo the Big Blade against Yuchi Huang the Ghost Copper Whip. The two of them remained silent, and did not reply to each other after they got on the stage. Yan Kuo's blade and the mature copper whip immediately clashed. Yan Kuo swung his great blade, using the move "Autumn Wind Sweeping the Fallen Leaves", he hacked down ferociously, with his Yuchi Huang Whip blocking in front of him, the two heavy weapons clashed against each other and sparks flew, showing the strength of the two. Yan Kuo had received "Nine Heavens of the Phoenix". This attack had an extremely strong killing power, so Yuchi Huang naturally did not dare to slack off.

In the backstage, Jiang Feng and Feng Ding had each smeared some Gold Sore Medicine on his wounds. Fortunately, neither of them had sustained any serious internal injuries. Jiang Feng suddenly apologized: "Big brother, I was forced to fight with my life on the line just now, to use that move, I hope big brother will forgive me!" Feng Ding put down the bottle of medicine and laughed: Brother, you don't have to say that, the killing move just now was timely, you don't have to take it to heart, from now on you should be even more careful compared to brother Wu, you also saw the young lad called Wan Tianba from before, his kung fu is not ordinary, he is a ruthless being, if you meet him in the Four Great Tournament, you must be careful! Jiang Feng felt very grateful in his heart when he heard that Feng Ding had thought of all the things for himself. At least until now, he had turned in a big brother who had treated him with sincerity. Feng Ding said: "Bro, to be able to remember this big brother of mine, I am already very pleased, but since I have already lost in Wulin Conference, it is about time for me to return to Shandong." Jiang Feng's body trembled as he said, "Big Brother, why are you in such a hurry? Stay in the capital for a few more days, at least until the end of the Wulin Conference. " Feng Ding shook his head and sighed: "Little brother, you might not know this, but big brother is a Martial Master, I am responsible for my own matters and cannot slack off. After I leave, little brother, you have to take care, big brother will be waiting in Shandong for news of your fame." Jiang Feng's face revealed sorrow, and said: "Big brother, don't worry, in a short while, I will definitely come to Shandong to find you." Feng Ding reached out his palm, and said loudly: "Alright, this is what a gentleman should say, a quick horse and a whip!" Jiang Feng clapped with him, held him tightly, and said: "Big Brother, take care on your way." Feng Ding was naturally a little sad in his heart, it was just that he had experienced too many things, so he wouldn't show it on his face. Feng Ding said: Alright, little brother, I am going back to the inn to pack my luggage, and then we will head back to Shandong. Jiang Feng said: "Big brother, I will go back with you, little brother will accompany you out of the city." Feng Ding said: "Haha, very good, let's go brother!" The two of them no longer looked at Yan Kuo and Yuchi Huang's battle and walked out of the competition grounds, returning to the Pleasing Inn.

Yan Kuo and Yuchi Huang's abilities were on par with each other, but as time passed, Yuchi Huang's stamina dropped, while Yan Kuo became more and more courageous, and gradually, Yuchi Huang only managed to withstand the attack. Furthermore, it became more and more difficult for him to continue, so with a roar, Yan Kuo's "Big Saber Breaking Five Mountain" was pushed down heavily. Yuchi Huang was unable to block it, and his right hand that was holding the whip trembled in pain. Immediately, Yuchi Huang vomited blood and fell to the ground. Yan Kuo then slashed down with his blade, the blade stopped in front of Yuchi Huang and a strand of hair floated down. This time, it gave the Ghost Copper Whip a big shock. Yan Kuo snorted: "I won, you can leave!" He was standing alone on the stage with a saber in his hand. He had a sense of majesty that no one else could replace. He had also become the third contestant to enter the top eight.

supported Martial Uncle back to the tavern, and was resting with him in his room. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. He got up and opened it to find a man, about 35 or 36 years old, standing there with a headband covering his head. Du Shaoyang was secretly on guard in his heart, and asked: "Why are your Death Land Sect people looking for me again?" Taoist Tai Xu sat up on the bed and listened to their conversation. The man said: "We, the Young Hall Master, sincerely invite you to the Death Land Sect as a guest, I hope Young Master Du would not decline again." Du Shaoyang frowned slightly, and said: "Could it be that you didn't suffer enough last night, and still dare to disturb my Martial Uncle's rest today?" The man laughed sinisterly a few times, then said: "Our Young Hall Master has instructed us, if Young Master Du is not willing to come to our Death Land Sect as a guest, then, he can't guarantee Miss Lee Qingshuang's safety. Think about it yourself, do you want to go or not?" Hearing the name Lee Qingshuang, Du Shaoyang's body shivered, and he anxiously asked: "What did you say? How could Qingshuang be at your Death Land Sect? " The man seemed unwilling to delay any longer and said: "Whether Young Master Du believes me or not is up to you. In short, you do not need to go back with me now. Tomorrow, our Young Hall Master will personally send you here. Du Shaoyang tugged on his shirt, and said angrily: "If you dare do anything to Qingshuang, don't blame my Qing Xu Sect for being impolite." The man saw that Du Shaoyang's eyes were already revealing a murderous look, and immediately softened and said: "Young Master Du, I am only here to deliver a message for our Young Hall Master, and our Young Hall Master is sincere in inviting you and the Miss Lee. Naturally, we will entertain her well." Only then did Du Shaoyang let go and turned around: "Martial Uncle, I'll go with him to the Death Land Sect. You should rest well first!" Taoist Tai Xu was worried: "Shaoyang, you must be careful, you must save little girl Li." Du Shaoyang bowed and replied: "Yes, Martial Uncle! Don't worry, I will definitely bring Qingshuang back safely. " Taoist Tai Xu stroked his beard, signalling Du Shaoyang to leave.

Du Shaoyang looked at the man and said: "Let's go, bring me to see your Young Hall Master!" The man agreed obediently, then led Du Shaoyang to the main rudder of the Death Land Sect.

What about later?

And then we'll see how it breaks down in the next round.