Using the big sword as a weapon, the attack moves are not complicated. Almost every move is simple and straight. However, such simple moves can show the beauty of a warrior''s strength and speed, and are followed by most warriors in the ancient world.


    Use one word to summarize the characteristics of big sword, that is: overbearing.


    As a star level swordsman, Basten''s grasp of the big sword in his hand seemed to be a part of his body. He did not show the disadvantage of the big sword - bulky, but quickly approached Kenyon from a very strange angle.


    In Ling Feng''s opinion, the oval arc drawn by Basten''s big sword seems to be the move of Dongyang Dao seen before, but it adds a bit of strength and seems a little strange.


    Kenyon''s eyes brightened when he looked at Basten. The big sword in his hand cut directly at Basten''s sword in almost the same way. With the sound of "Dang -" the two swords intersected and sent out a dazzling brilliance. Basten''s red fighting spirit was slightly dark; Kenyon''s purple fighting spirit burst out quickly and overshadowed the red light.


    When the two crossed, Basten obviously felt his hands trembling.


    "This is the gap between the ninth order warrior and the Yasheng." George explained to Montero, "the ninth order warrior is much worse than the Yasheng in terms of power and control of weapons. Even if Basten occupies a favorable position in the timing and momentum of his moves, all moves are vanity in front of absolute power."


    "That means Basten will lose?" Montero asked with a look at Ling Feng.


    "We''ll lose," George decided calmly. Even though Basten''s moves are strange, in the eyes of George who is one level higher than him, Basten''s moves do not have a strong threat. Unless Basten is also promoted to Yasheng, the advantages of moves will appear.


    Presumably, Kenyon, who is also a saint of Asia, can see this.


    Sure enough, in the subsequent competition, no matter how Basten''s sword moves changed, Kenyon always braked quietly. Each move forced Basten to compete with him. After a few moves, Basten''s speed and consistency were affected. At this time, it is only a matter of time before Basten''s defeat.


    "Alas -" 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.


    Ling Feng thinks Olmos''s expression is a little strange. Even if Basten fails and loses in the hands of an Asian saint, is it not unacceptable?


    "Teacher, this is the memory of Basten''s past." Rijkaard looked at Ling Feng''s puzzled look and explained.


    "Oh!" Ling Feng answered with a vague answer.


    Looking at Basten again, he still stubbornly attacked Kenyon in his own way. In Ling Feng''s eyes, such an attack seemed futile. The spirit is commendable, but it doesn''t have much substantive significance. So he motioned to Montero, "we admit defeat in this game."


    When Basten went down to biwutai, there was no decadence of failure on his face, but a trace of thinking.


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


    Basten looked at Ling Feng and was stunned.


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


    Basten did not answer, but Gullit was the first to say: "it''s normal to lose the Ninth level strength to Yasheng." and Rijkaard and others, including five women, nodded at the speech. I''m afraid Basten can''t live in face. If it weren''t for Yasheng, Basten, who was in the middle of the Ninth level, had a glorious record of defeating the top martial artist of the Ninth level.


    "If you think so yourself, you will never surpass the Ninth level." Ling Feng said faintly, and then his eyes looked at the third prince. The third prince is looking over proudly, with some provocative meaning in his eyes. Behind the third prince, there were Jordan and others, with a bright smile on their faces.


    "What do you mean?" Basten listened to Ling Feng''s words, and his eyes burst out a burst of brilliance, especially the indifferent temperament of Ling Feng, which gave a strong hint to Basten who had just tried with ya shengbi. Could it be that Lingfeng''s strength is already Yasheng? But is there such a young Asian saint on the mainland?


    A beautiful figure suddenly flashed in Basten''s mind. He was also young, dressed in blue and black hair, and came walking in the snow.


    "Ha ha, it''s not interesting." Ling Feng ignored the provocation of the third prince, but said to Basten, "isn''t your previous sword move like this now?" seeing Basten, Olmos and others nodding, Ling Feng continued: "I guess you didn''t use the two handed sword at the beginning, but the one handed sword. I don''t know why you abandoned the one handed sword and didn''t use the two handed sword."


    "How do you know?" not only Basten was curious, but also Olmos and other people who knew the roots of Basten looked at Ling Feng curiously. Wanqi Mingyao, one of the five women, blurted out "ah". There was a faint strangeness in his eyes.


    "I can see it from your 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 more worthy of Ling Feng''s attention than Basten, Simon.


    Simon''s sword move has the division of one handed sword, which is more elegant and light. This is close to Ling Feng''s Luoying sword technique. After wandering on the mainland for two or three months, Ling Feng found that the sword moves here are completely represented by ruggedness and strength. Simon''s sword move can only be said to be an alien.


    Now when I see Basten''s moves again, I feel it. After all, Basten''s sword moves are quite strange to those who use two handed swords; Ling Feng, who uses one handed sword, seems a little different.


    "The second inning, can we start?" at this time, Montero came over and asked Ling Feng.


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


    "The third prince wants you to play first in the second inning," Montero said.


    "Oh?" Ling Feng heard the speech and looked at the third prince on the other side. He said to himself: not bad. You know, let''s play first.


    On Lingfeng''s side, the strength on the surface is naturally the most after Lingfeng''s white plus black. If Ling Feng goes to war in this round, the third prince who has won the next game will admit defeat. In the third game, their other Yasheng is not something that anyone on Ling Feng''s side can cope with.


    If Ling Feng waits until the third game, they will send Yasheng to play in the second game, which is also a win situation.


    As long as Yasheng and Lingfeng are staggered in the remaining two games, the third prince will basically win.


    Yasheng, right? Lingfeng''s mouth showed a smile and said to Lingling, "linger, come and let your brother hug." Lingling rushed into Lingfeng''s arms like a bird and saw the Wanji Mingyao women next to her with a jealous face. They thought a lot of ways, but they didn''t succeed.


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


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


    "Er, there''s no need to beat Chen Shui Bian. Just throw him off the stage," Ling Feng said.


    "Really don''t need to beat him?" Ling Ling tooted her small mouth and was a little unhappy. It''s not a matter of three or two times. Why go up by yourself. "Let Xiao Hei go."


    "Xiaohei?" Ling Feng looked at some complacent Heiyu and thought that Heiyu also has the strength of Yasheng. Coupled with its air advantages, it won''t fail. Maybe it will be troublesome to win. "Well, let Xiao Hei go. But you have to watch Xiao Hei on the stage."


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


    ……


    "Well, are you really ready for the second round and let her play?" Montero looked at Ling Feng and Ling Ling and decided the candidate between three or two sentences, but he was not happy at all. Let Ling Ling come on stage. It''s nonsense.


    Gulit several people, also is very surprised. Cassano was even ready to fight. After all, in addition to Ling Feng, among the remaining three people, they are all eighth level strength. And he still has eight levels of Camus to help. If Camus has been flying in the air and Cassano''s magic attack, even against the upper Asia saint, there is no chance of winning.


    The premise is that the only eight order flying Warcraft of the other party is not the Warcraft pet of Yasheng who has not yet appeared.


    It''s just that Ling Feng''s decision was too sudden.


    "I object." Wan Jiming Yao suddenly said to Ling Feng, "no matter what, you can''t let Ling Ling take risks. Are you such a brother?"