Chapter 140 The Most Searched Scenes, Skill Limit, Breathing Sword, and the Attack of the Lion Saint Cult (4K)

"This, this, this, this, this...!! The winner has been decided!"

"This is a scene no one expected! Less than ten seconds after the game started, the result has already appeared!!"

"One sword, just one sword, Xue Jing defeated Li Chengxuan with just one sword!"

The passionate voice of the commentator spread throughout the venue.

"Faced with the sword energy displayed by Li Chengxuan, Xue Jing chose the strongest response and slashed out a fierce and powerful sword. The sword energy swept the entire stadium and wiped out the arena!"

As the commentator spoke at a very fast speed, the audience also burst into a huge noise.

"What's going on? This is the first time I've seen it!"

"Sword Qi, knife Qi? I've heard that martial artists can do this, but this scale is too exaggerated!"

"Tsk, you're surprised by what you've seen before. The top competitions held in the inner ring are even more exaggerated. The fighting is so intense that the ground shakes and the stadium has to be covered with special protective shields... But it's rare to see this level of knife Qi in a youth competition like U19."

"Is Li Chengxuan dead? It doesn't look good!"

"As expected of my husband! So handsome and hot!!"

Beside Xue Wan, several of her college classmates were stunned.

"Oh my god... My brother-in-law was holding back when he was in the martial arts club."

"I wonder if Senior Chen Feng is watching the live broadcast... I guess he's almost pissed himself."

"Wanwan, sister-in-law, my husband is so strong!"

Xue Wan was proud and complacent, but she pretended to be calm on the surface, and just said lightly: "It's just like that. After all, I have practiced martial arts for almost two months. It's okay to be mediocre."

Zhao Lu rolled her eyes: "Pretend, just pretend."

In the Canglong Dojo, Li Qi's old laughter shook the entire office building and did not stop for a long time.

At the edge of the ring, several young geniuses who were watching the fight at close range froze in place.

Yin Muhu came back to his senses, looked down at Du Mingluan, who was only 1.6 meters tall next to him, and said: "Uh... What did you say to Brother Xue when you were in the hotel just now?"

Du Mingluan's mouth twitched.

He knew Xue Jing was very strong, after all, he had fought with Xue Jing briefly at the dock before.

But he thought that the opponent was not invincible - as long as the strength gap between martial artists was not too big, anything could happen in actual combat.

But now, although he was unwilling to admit it, he was indeed shaken in his heart.

Du Mingluan forced his shaken heart to calm down, gritted his teeth and said: "It's just that the sword energy is strong... As long as you don't get hit, it's fine."

Yin Muhu said incredulously: "If you think that the person who can swing that kind of sword energy is only strong in sword energy... Then just pretend I didn't ask you, hehe."

Du Mingluan: "..."

Several medical staff carried a stretcher and trotted onto the ring, and began to check on Li Chengxuan's condition.

"Wow, although martial arts competitions often have serious injuries... but such a tragic one is really rare."

A male doctor looked at the unconscious Li Chengxuan and couldn't help but be shocked.

His body was covered with numerous horrible knife wounds that were deep enough to see the bones, and his clothes were torn into pieces. He looked like he had rolled in a meat grinder.

The flesh on many parts of his body had been completely separated from the bones, but was still hanging on the bones.

"He can still live. The vitality of martial artists is really strong..."

The male doctor treated Li Chengxuan's wounds for a while, and suddenly found something wrong.

"Huh? There is no fatal wound? All of them just avoided the fatal parts. Is it a coincidence..."

Xue Jing glanced at Li Chengxuan who was being rescued by medical staff. His pupils returned to normal from vertical pupils, and the silver-white divine color gradually faded.

"Clang——"

He made a beautiful knife flower, put the Futu knife back into the sheath in a chic manner, turned around and walked slowly towards the contestant channel, and left the ring.

"The medical team is treating Li Chengxuan's injury. Well, it seems that there should be no problem."

"Then, let's take a look at the slow-motion replay of the game first..."

The commentary became quieter and quieter, and Xue Jing returned to the player's lounge.

As soon as he entered the door, Jiang Siwei, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately rushed over to hug him, gave him a dribble and hit him with the face wash, and said excitedly:

"Xiao Jing, Xiao Jing, you are so awesome!!"

"You will become the most powerful martial arts superstar!!"

The soft touch touched his face, and the seductive smell of high-end perfume came from his mouth and nose, but Xue Jing just pushed her away lightly and said casually:

"I have no interest in being a star."

Jiang Siwei pushed the crooked glasses on her face and said with regret: "That's too wasteful..."

She took out her mobile phone and pressed a few times on the screen, then turned it over and showed it to Xue Jing:

"Look at this, the number of reposts is surging, and it is estimated that it will be on the hot search."

Xue Jing glanced at her mobile phone.

It was the interface of a blog software, and a user posted a video with the title "Show everyone my husband."

Clicking on the video, it was the shot when he just stepped onto the ring.

Starting from his front, the 360-degree surround shot has an excellent angle, just like an art exhibition. At the end of the video, it stays on the picture of him smiling slightly.

This set of shots was shot very well, especially the last shot that circled to his front, and he just turned his head and smiled at the camera... There is a kind of natural and ultimate beauty.

This kind of shot is hard to come by, and it is difficult for this photographer and Xue Jing to cooperate again.

Even Xue Jing himself was a little impressed by his handsomeness in the video, let alone others.

[Your husband? My husband! ]

[How dare you! It's obviously my husband! ]

[What the hell? My husband is committing bigamy? ]

[Haha, can everyone be normal and not just call a good-looking man "husband" casually when you see him on the Internet? What's more, this is my husband, I hope you will respect yourself. 】

Xue Jing took a quick look and saw that the comment area was full of crazy [My husband, my husband], not only women, but also many obviously male users joining in the fun.

And the number of reposts below has reached four digits, even though it was only posted a few minutes ago.

"This shot is definitely a famous scene, the kind that will continue to maintain its popularity!" Jiang Siwei said excitedly.

"If you strike while the iron is hot, you will soon be able to form a group of real fans..."

Xue Jing walked to the table, put the Futu Knife on the table, picked up the mineral water next to it, unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip, and said casually:

"I said I'm not interested... I'm just here to play a game."

Jiang Siwei sighed with regret: "Okay... I just think it's a pity."

She paused, and then said:

"By the way, Xiaojing, you should pay attention to the strength of your attack. I almost thought you really killed your opponent..."

"Don't worry, I know my limits." Xue Jing smiled.

His 'Black Sky Blade·Tornado Thunder' was the result of his hard training in the consciousness space in recent days.

He used the two killer moves of Eye-Kan-Liu and Thunder-Tan-Liu at the same time. With the blessing of Eye-Kan-Liu, his sword was extremely accurate.

The dark tornado sword energy avoided the 'lines' and 'points' on Li Chengxuan's body and concentrated on the parts of his body that would not be fatal, just like opening a 'non-headlocking hook'.

If someone who really knows the business sees the injuries on Li Chengxuan's body, they will understand how valuable his sword is.

"Okay, Sister Wei, I'll go back first."

Xue Jing twisted his neck, picked up the Futu knife on the table, and walked towards the door.

Jiang Siwei asked, "There are two more matches. Don't you want to watch them? One of them will be your opponent in the third match."

Xue Jing said, "I won't watch it live. Isn't there a live video? I can just watch it later."

Jiang Siwei: "Then I'll drive you back."

Xue Jing shook his head, "Don't bother. I'm just on the way."

He opened the door, walked out of the lounge, and walked out of the gym.

On the way, he opened the panel.

[… Charm experience +68]

[… Charm experience +21]

[… Charm experience…]

The first thing that caught his eye was the densely packed charm experience increase prompts that were like a screen.

Xue Jing directly pulled it to the bottom and just took a look at the current charm situation.

[Charm Lv10 (10000+/?)]

"Hmm?"

Xue Jing raised his eyebrows slightly.

Before he entered the ring, his experience in Charm was about 4,000, and with so many densely packed prompts on the panel, the added experience must be more than 6,000.

But the experience in Charm only showed 10,000... but there was an extra plus sign.

"What's going on... has it reached the upper limit?"

Xue Jing's eyes were thoughtful.

Is it the upper limit of the Charm skill itself, or is it the upper limit of all ordinary skills?

"Forget it, it doesn't matter. I'll know the specific situation after fitness level 10."

He shook his head and continued to look at other prompts.

[... Fitness experience +126]

[... Health experience +58]

[... Aiming experience +326]

...

[... Military attack experience +569]

[Military attack increased to Lv7 (121/4500)]

Because he was killed by him with one blow, the experience points provided by Li Chengxuan to him were pitifully small, and only [Aiming] and [Military attack] gained well.

When Bingji killed the sea bee swarm on the ship, he gained a lot of experience, and now he has finally reached Lv7.

Xue Jing slightly exerted force on the palm of his hand holding the Futu Knife and calmed down.

This time, he felt a different feeling from before.

From the Futu Knife, a strange feeling of expansion and contraction came.

"Is this... breathing?"

Xue Jing was a little uncertain.

A knife... is breathing?

Amazing.

But other than that, there seems to be nothing else.

"Forget it, I'll try again later."

Xue Jing closed the panel and took out his mobile phone.

He had turned his mobile phone to do not disturb mode before going on the stage. When he took it out, he saw many WeChat messages and missed calls.

From classmates, Li Ge, class teacher Du Shiwei, senior sister Zhu Shanying, parents, sister Xue Wan...

Xue Jing walked towards the hotel while replying to the messages, strolling along the way.

...

Late at night, Fengcheng Wharf.

An inconspicuous small fishing boat slowly approached the shore in the rising and falling tide.

Three people were standing on the deck of the fishing boat.

Among the three people, two were quite strange.

They were unusually tall, almost over 2.3 meters tall, each with a black turban on their head. In the slightly cool weather in the south before winter, they had thick fur around their necks and long-sleeved clothes, wrapping their whole bodies tightly.

Their bodies were also quite strange. Although they were standing, their bodies were hunched, their heads were leaning forward severely, and their knees were bent. It didn't look like they were doing this on purpose, but because their body structure couldn't stand straight.

It was like... a large beast standing up.

The two tall men sandwiched another person in the middle, and each stretched out a hand and pressed it on the man's shoulder.

If Xue Jing and Ning Fengwan were here, they would find that the person sandwiched in the middle was actually the priest of the Qingcheng Dragon Cult - Mr. An.

"Puff -"

The bow of the fishing boat sank suddenly and immersed in the water. The two tall men grabbed Mr. An's shoulders, jumped more than ten meters high, and landed on the shore of the port.

Falling from a height of more than ten meters, the two tall men's feet touched the ground without making any sound, silently.

Mr. An was carried by the two men like a chicken and landed smoothly.

One of the men closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said:

"I smell the sacred smell of the cat god."

The other man reminded: "You are wrong, Bazebu, the cat is only one side of Him, we should respectfully call Him the 'Lion God' or the 'War King'."

Bazebu pouted and said: "It doesn't matter... Belilu, what should we do now?"

"The old Biden of Humianzi only told us the name and location... Do we have to turn the whole city upside down to find him?"

Belilu said: "Of course we can't do that, so I caught this person and brought him here."

As he said that, he patted Mr. An on the shoulder.

Bazebu asked in confusion: "Ah? Isn't this little snake a snack to satisfy your craving?"

Belilu: "Of course not... at least not now. The woman who bought the 'holy object' is the leader of the Dragon Cult in Qingcheng, and this man is the priest of the Dragon Cult in Qingcheng."

"He has a way to contact the leader, let him make an appointment with him..."

Mr. An blinked his red vertical pupils and smiled awkwardly: "Two secret envoys, we agreed in advance that the holy object of your cult will be handed over to you, but you have to spare the life of the leader... She is the person designated by our head cult, and will eventually become the 'Infinite Dragon' 'Your Majesty's daughter..."

Belilu said impatiently: "You have no room for bargaining, hurry up and ask her out, before Bazebu can still hold back from eating you."

Mr. An's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he said: "This takes time... The leader can't be contacted at any time, we have to wait until she takes the initiative to go online and log on to that website..."

Belilu's eyes turned cold: "Then you'd better pray that she will come as soon as possible."

"Otherwise..."

Mr. An smiled awkwardly: "Yes, yes..."

This group of wild beasts of the Lion Saint Church!

He cursed in his heart.

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