"Let's get started. Ling Miao said.

The five monks carried their spiritual energy together, and for a time they flew sand and stones.

Fu Tianlan pulled out his dagger and blocked the blow of a third-level early stage cultivator. The cultivator was blocked by the floating sky, and he was immediately shocked three meters away!

Ling Miao saw it in her eyes, turned around and walked behind Fu Tianlan, suspended the sword containing aura in the air, and attacked Fu Tianlan's back!

Since Fu Tianlan had been shrouding his divine sense throughout the ring, he knew Ling Miao's movements early on.

I saw Fu Tianlan's dagger fly backwards, turning active into passive, blocking the attack of the sword.

The saber was blocked and turned in the opposite direction.

Ling Miao saw the vague saber behind Fu Tianlan, and wondered why the saber in her eyes was so blurred.

In the next second, Ling Miao froze, staring at the saber that was only a millimeter away from her eyebrows.

The expressions of everyone in the audience were the same as Ling Miao's, and they were all stunned.

I only heard a fluttering voice, "It's just a competition, it's time to stop." ”

As soon as the words fell, the saber lost its strength and fell to the ground.

Only then did Ling Miao know that what she saw behind Fu Tianlan was just an afterimage.

He launched an attack on Fu Tianlan, and the moment the sword reached behind Fu Tianlan, Fu Tianlan had already counterattacked.

Its counterattack was so fast that no one present could react, not even the three mentors who had cultivated to the fifth layer, they all just saw the afterimage, but they didn't know that the saber had reached their eyebrows.

If she hadn't clicked to the end, I'm afraid I would have been... It seems that he has no ability to make a move with her, and his own attack was broken by her in a second.

Ling Miao picked up the saber in a daze, and said in frustration, "I lost." ”

She no longer had the little bit of superiority she had before. She has become deeply aware that a mountain is always higher than a mountain.

The eyes of everyone in the audience widened.

What? Ling Miao, who had the highest cultivation on the stage, was the first to be eliminated from the competition?!

Ling Miao bowed to Fu Tianlan, and then jumped off the ring in a dashing manner.

Why chic?

It's just because of the appreciative gaze that Fu Tianlan threw at her.

Fu Tianlan really appreciated Ling Miao's character. Victory is not arrogant, defeat is not discouraged.

Once again, there was a scuffle on stage.

Because Fu Tianlan eliminated Ling Miao, the other two cultivators didn't dare to confront her, so they attacked Ling Qianyu.

Ling Qianyu couldn't do it with one move to defeat the enemy like Fu Tianlan, so he could only use his aura towards the sword.

On the stage, Ling Qianyu, who cultivated to the middle of the third layer, and a cultivator in the early stage of the third layer and a late stage of the second layer, competed with a sword instead of himself.

Three different swords collided in the center of the stage, making a sound of metal colliding.

A quarter of an hour passed, and Fu Tianlan remained standing on the edge of the ring, watching the sword weapons in front of him collide.

Qianyu needs actual combat experience.

The two cultivators who were fighting against Ling Qianyu seemed to form an alliance and cooperated to attack Ling Qianyu.

Although Ling Qianyu was said to be a mid-level cultivator of the third layer, he had just advanced, and his cultivation was not stable, coupled with the joint attack of the early stage of the third layer and the late stage of the second layer, the joint attack of the two cultivators with more practical combat experience could not get out for a while.

The two sides contain each other, and it is impossible to tell the winner in a short time.

The people in the audience had just passed the addiction of Fu Tianlan to defeat the enemy with one move, and now the swords of the three people in the stand were inseparable, and they lost interest for a while.

It's going to be a whole day's work.

It is estimated that Qian Yu will not be able to win until the two cultivators who formed the alliance are exhausted.

Thinking of this, Fu Tianlan lost his patience, touched the storage bag, and then quickly threw out the thinnest silver needle to the center of the stage.

"Whoa!"

The two swords fell to the ground, and the grappling between the three ended.