The first to start is Ring One.

Zhang Yang naturally didn't need too much introduction, stabbing the No. 1 seed player who won the championship to death.

And his opponent Cui Youliang is a casual cultivator, who was recommended by the Nanqing City Dragon Group, and at the age of twenty-five or sixteen, the whole person looks very old.

His luck was also good enough that he didn't meet a genius from the Gu Wu family.

At this time, facing Zhang Yang, he knew that there was no chance of winning, but he didn't want to lose unclear, he wanted to learn something by fighting Zhang Yang, so as to improve something.

Immediately, he clasped his fists towards Zhang Yang and said in a deep voice: "Please advise!"

"You make the first move, or you won't even have a chance to make a move!"

Zhang Yang still put one hand behind him, and said in an extremely light tone.

"Good!"

Cui Youliang was not angry, he immediately took a deep breath, and then his palms floated continuously, and the palm wind whistled and the waves rotated, like a huge whirlpool, the whirlpool turned faster and faster, and when it was fast to a certain extent, his hands pushed out horizontally.

"Not bad!"

Zhang Yang nodded, and immediately his sword fingers were counted and several sharp sword qi shot out and plunged into the whirlpool.

The sound of crackling was continuous.

Then Cui Youliang's all-out attack quickly melted and collapsed like spring snow meeting the scorching sun.

When the sword qi is still unyielding, the attack is full.

Scold!

Blood.

Even if Cui Youliang reacted quickly, the sword qi still left a sword mark on his neck.

I was secretly shocked in my heart, knowing that the other party had shown mercy.

He clenched his fists again and shook his head with a wry smile, the gap was too big, and it was just a luxury to learn something, and then said in a deep voice, "I admit defeat, and I am convinced!"

Zhang Yang nodded noncommittally.

The eyes of many viewers flickered, and the battle didn't take a minute from start to finish, is the same fifth-level martial artist really that big?

Is the fifth-level martial artist who is scattered cultivating vulnerable in front of the fifth-level martial artist of the ancient martial family.

Immediately shook his head again, Ye Sanqian was also a loose cultivator, and the same three fists defeated Ouyang Wang of the Guwu family with a crushing attitude.

This can only show that they are both fifth-level martial artists, but there is a huge gap between strength and weakness, and it is said that some can even hold a few moves under the attack of sixth-level martial artists.

The competition in the second ring of the talking room also began.

Xiang Nan to Feng Cai.

This is also a very interesting set of absolutes.

Feng Cai is also a member of the Guwu family, although his reputation is not as great as Xiang Nan's, his strength should not be underestimated.

Both nodded at the same time.

Then Feng Cai took the lead in attacking, his weapon was a whip, once it was used, it was like a fierce poisonous tongue, constantly swinging towards Xiang Nan.

Then it seemed to find the cut, and the whip made a crisp roar in the air before sweeping through.

Feng Cai's purpose is very clear, he will fight quickly, he will definitely not fight with Xiang Nan, and it is stupid to have a protracted battle with a martial artist who cultivates bow skills.

Xiang Nan kept performing the maze step, the whole person always maintained a rapid flickering state, and the three fingers of his right hand kept pulling the bow and bursting out several arrows, which were very appropriate, and the advance and retreat were orderly and the attack and defense were controlled.

Bang bang!

The whip constantly crushes the arrows, but at the same time, its own attack power is also negated.

Feng Cai was shocked in his heart, and the true qi in his body was poured into the whip without leaving any room, and he sent out his most powerful killing move, the whip was soft and hard and swept at the time..... Varied and exuding a palpitating aura.

Xiang Nan's eyes flickered, his face remained unchanged, his figure flickered faster, and the speed at which he drew his bow and shot arrows was faster, just a breath of time, and most of the ring was covered by arrow qi.

It's kind of an indiscriminate attack.

Therefore, Feng Cai was a little flustered, and a flaw appeared, and he was shot by an arrow qi in his shoulder, and blood flowed.

Shaking his head, it was really helpless, he couldn't get close to Feng Cai within five meters, how could he win it like this.

Then it was the turn of the third ring.

That is, Ye Sanqian to Ouyang Hao.

The highlight of this scene naturally does not need to be said too much.

Aspect 1, can Ye Sanqian continue to be arrogant/

Aspect 2, whether Ouyang Hao can avenge Ouyang Wang, and whether he can win back face for the Ouyang family.

The two stood in the ring, facing each other ten meters apart.

"Boy, I want to cut off your hands and feet with the knife, and I want you to understand that the prestige of the Ouyang family cannot be tarnished!"

Ouyang Hao said with a cold look in his eyes.

"Make a move, I'd like to see how fast your knife really is!"

Ye Sanqian said lightly.

"Then you can take it!"

Ouyang Hao shouted loudly, and before the words fell, the right hand holding the handle of the knife waved suddenly.

Then there was the sound of the knife coming out of its sheath, followed by the light of the sky, dazzling, so bright that people couldn't help but squint or cover their eyes.

Boom!

The sound of metal clashing sounded.

Everyone hurriedly looked, Ye Sanqian held the long sword in his right hand and stretched out horizontally, the sword was not unsheathed, and all Ouyang Hao's attacks were resisted.

"Seven slashes in one breath, yes, but I can't beat you!" Ye Sanqian's eyes were cold, and he immediately said lightly: "Now I'll let you understand what real fast is!"

Before the words fell, the long sword in his hand suddenly came out of the sheath, the snow-white sword flickered, and then the figure flickered towards Ouyang Hao, and the long sword in his hand slashed down.

The whisper in his mouth, "Fast, refers to lightning speed, piercing through gold travertine, representing absolute attack power!"

"So fast!"

Before Ouyang Hao's body could react, the sword was already close, almost subconsciously swinging the knife to block, and then sparks shot out, and the whole person was chopped back a few steps.

The next moment, the miserable white sword light flashed again, he couldn't see how many swords it was, and he couldn't even tell where the direction of these sword attacks was, so he could only rely on his body's instinctive reaction to let go.

How can he be so fast, how can he be faster than him.

Is this what it feels like to be happy? It's really scary and panicked.

The next moment.

The sword light that flashed suddenly slowed down, slow like snowflakes falling, and at the same time, Ye Sanqian's light words came freely: "The limit of fast is actually slow, slow has rhythm and rhythm, it is really fast!"

Ouyang Hao couldn't understand Ye Sanqian's words, but in the face of this extremely slow sword light, he wanted to dodge but found that he couldn't do anything, which made him extremely shocked, and from the perspective of the audience, it seemed that Ouyang Hao wanted to commit suicide and hit the sword by himself.

Scold!

Blood.

Ouyang Hao's abdomen had an extra sword mark, which was very painful, but compared to the panic in his heart, this pain was nothing at all.

At the same time, Ye Sanqian's words came again, and it sounded like a curse of death in Ouyang Hao's ears.

"The fast is slow, the slow is fast, and the real fast is the fast!"

Then a brilliant and indescribable sword light rushed directly over.