With the first Rao failure, everyone in the audience has their own ghosts and is no longer in a hurry.

Finally, Feng Wu next to Sen Lei took a position, and when Sen Lei saw that he was just thinking about talking, he saw Feng Wu rushing to the stage with a brisk step.

"Damn, I'm really going to leave without saying hello!" Sen Lei rolled his eyes.

"Fengwu, Linghai Sixfold, challenge the eightieth Liu Hong!" Fengwu's voice resounded throughout the ring

"Damn, who is this person!" Many people in the audience began to discuss.

"Hang like this, directly challenge eighty! Judging by his appearance, he must be a newcomer," one of the monks was a little shocked.

And some of the people beside him explained: "Don't guess, the three princes of the Wind Country, it's normal, look good!"

"Prince," the man next to him nodded thoughtfully.

Sen Lei looked at Fengwu on the stage expressionlessly, he had a different point of view from others, he thought that Fengwu would directly challenge the top fifty, but he didn't expect that he would challenge the eighty first, which Sen Lei didn't expect,

I saw that Liu Hong jumped on the stage directly without dragging his feet, but his eyes were very indifferent, because the two of them were in the same realm, and the person who was fighting against him was a beginner, so what was there to be afraid of.

Liu Hong looked at the person challenging him with a little contempt, and his gaze gradually met Feng Wu's indifferent eyes.

Liu Hong gradually put away his contemptuous eyes, because he found that the person opposite made him feel so dangerous, I don't know if it was an illusion, but he still put away his contempt and became serious.

Yan Ke saw that the two of them on the field were ready, nodded and said softly, "Let's start." ”

Feng Wu held the white fan, and the white fan was gently unfolded, and countless silver lights flickered

The prince of the Wind Country is also only Feng Wu inherited his father's fan skills, his eldest brother has gradually given up inheriting the fan skills since he entered the Xuanyu Hall to follow the Qingfeng Elder to practice, Feng Wuya once laughed at him, the broken fan can't be on the table after all, and this sentence seems to also cover his father's emperor, since then Feng Wu, but no matter how hard and tired, he will not give up the cultivation of the feather fan in his hand, he believes that everything has the peak of the one, and he just wants to use his own fan to seek justice for his mother!

"Zheng Zheng!" The sound of weapons colliding sounded in the wind, and Liu Hong, who was on the opposite side, held a three-foot long sword and carved a sword formation in front of him.

This surprised everyone, but they didn't expect that the strength of eighty people could carve out a sword formation with a spirit level long sword, and this prince was afraid that he would kick the iron plate.

Sen Lei stared at the sword formation under Liu Hong, frowned, he had never seen such a way of fighting, he originally thought that only he could depict the domain by relying on the power of ghosts and gods, but he didn't expect that there was such a field and formation in this world, but thinking about it like this, Sen Lei breathed a sigh of relief, after all, he was not guilty of his crimes, if he mastered too many powerful attack methods that outsiders did not understand, he was not sure if he would have the strength to be strong in the future and then arrest himself to ask for an understanding.

But strength is king.

Feng Wu looked at the other party's sword array, and there was no change in his face, only to see that he was silently holding a fan in his left hand, and his right hand was raising his index finger to draw something in the air, and the flying sword in the fan "buzzed" out of the fan, and it gradually turned into a silver-white flowing sword river.

Feng Wu held a fan in his left hand, and with his right hand, he swiped the direction to guide countless flying swords flying towards Liu Hong's position.

Liu Hong's face was solemn, and the sword array centered on Liu Hong actually condensed the sword qi into crystals one by one at this time, and from a distance, it looked like a water droplet condensed in the air, but there was an extremely strong sword qi fluctuating on this water droplet.

At this time, a white-bearded old man watched from the secret room at the top of the main hall

Countless crystals also followed Liu Hong's guidance and all rushed to the Sword River that came from it

The silver sword river wanted to run through all of this directly from top to bottom, and the sword array that resisted below also burst out with a powerful impact against the sword river.

As soon as the two of them came up, they burst out with powerful tricks, and everyone in the audience was enthusiastic.

"This Liu Hong's strength is hidden quite deeply, I'm afraid the power of this kind of spiritual skill can be entered in the top fifty!" Many people were amazed at the strength of Liangrao.

Yu Chucheng said a little stupidly: "I don't know how long it will take my turn to fight this kind of battle." ”

Sen Lei also nodded slightly, and gradually paid attention to the players in the back in his heart.

The ranking of this ranking cannot be fully believed, and many hidden dragons and crouching tigers must be waiting to soar, and now is the opportunity for this carp to leap into the dragon gate.

And Su Xin also opened the scene, so that some people should not hide it, maybe he already knew that some Rao's strength did not belong to the corresponding ranking for a long time.

This made Sen Lei a little nerve-wracking, he glanced at Hou Mian'er who was smiling at him, Sen Lei looked at his ranking, and his heart was even more uncertain, Hou Mian'er ranked seventy-four, and it was absolutely impossible to be real.

Sen Lei asked Xiang Yu Chucheng: "Do you know how many times this ranking will be set?"

Yu Chucheng touched his chin and said: "This ranking changes every year, but the change is not obvious, and holding a scale like today, bringing people together, I heard that it was done three years ago." ”

Sen Lei nodded thoughtfully

No wonder.

The past three years are enough to change many people, although the higher the position, the better the cultivation resources will be, but it is not excluded that some people do not think of danger in peace, relax their vigilance, and let the people behind catch up, but they don't know anything.

Sen Lei didn't think much about it anymore, looked at the two people who were fighting hotly on the stage, and muttered, "It's over." ”

Hearing this, Yu Chucheng subconsciously said, "What?"

After a collision, both of them were obviously unstable, and Liu Hong smiled: "Zi is very good, a newcomer can fight with me for so long, you are proud enough." ”

Feng Wu, who was panting slightly, stroked his black hair with his hand and did not respond.

Liu Hong looked at Feng Wu, who didn't give face at all, clenched his fists, his face gradually became gloomy, and he sneered and nodded: "Very good, very good!"

At this time, Liu Hong actually took out another sword from his backpack, and the fluctuating aura on this sword stunned everyone present

"Xuan-rank high-level spiritual weapon!"

Sen Lei's eyes froze, originally thinking that Feng Wu was going to finish off his opponent, but he didn't expect that this Liu Hong actually had a high-level spiritual weapon.

It's a bit of a trick.

And the glamorous man on the other side of the ring frowned slightly, and said, "The three princes of the Wind Country? ”

As soon as the words fell, I saw that the situation on the stage instantly fell on Liu Hong's side.

After all, what people are holding in their hands is a genuine Xuan-level high-level spiritual weapon, which directly improves the combat effectiveness by more than a heavily!