Early the next morning, the martial arts arena was filled with all the disciples of the entire outer courtyard. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 After yesterday's two rounds of elimination, all the elite disciples left behind were the elite disciples in the outer courtyard, and after the third round of today's elimination, only more than 20 disciples were left in the five groups of A, B, C, D, and E to advance to the top 100, so that they competed for the next level of places, so today's third round has become the focus of everyone's attention.

"Bell..."

The melodious bell came from the direction of Fengyang Mountain, announcing that the third round of the knockout round was about to officially begin.

In the B ring, the deacon gave an order, and the two gray-clothed figures jumped up the mountain, and after each reported their names, they began to compete.

One is a monk of the wind spirit root, and the other is a monk of the wood spirit root, the former uses a willow leaf more than a zhang long wind knife, and the knife rolls the wind momentum first, and the latter uses a two-zhang long coiling dragon stick, and the shadow of the stick dances impermeable.

On the stage, the blue and green two colors collided, and the two figures flashed in it, and only the sharp collision of weapons could be heard, and the fighting was evenly matched.

Thirty rounds later, the Wind Spirit Root Cultivator's Yuan Force seemed to have slowed down because it had consumed a lot of Yuan Force, and countless attacks were resisted by the tight defense of the Dragon Stick. On the contrary, the Wood Spirit Root Monk became more and more courageous, taking advantage of the Wind Spirit Root Monk's lack of strength, he attacked with a green dragon, and the tip of the stick hit the opponent's shoulder, knocking the Wind Spirit Root Monk out of the ring and achieving victory. One point was won, and the audience immediately resounded with thunderous cheers.

Not only Group B, but also from other venues in the martial arts arena from time to time warm applause, each group of competition can play dozens of rounds to determine the winner, each competition can be called "miserable", of course, except for the top master of the game.

"Fifty-four against ninety-nine!"

Hearing the deacon's call, Han Zhonglin slowly stepped into the ring, and at the same time, a trace of surprise flashed on his face, and the man in white standing opposite was an Ice Spirit Root monk.

"In Xia Leng Wushuang, please advise!" the man in white reported his name first.

"Han Zhonglin, please!" Han Zhonglin arched his hand slightly.

As soon as the words fell, Han Zhonglin felt a cold air hit on the opposite side, and the green light appeared under his feet, Han Zhonglin's figure was already a zhang away, and then looked at the place where he was standing, it was already covered with a thick layer of ice edges.

The blow was fruitless, Leng Wushuang's hands flipped and at the same time, his body quickly approached Han Zhonglin.

"I wanted to perform the Ice Ring Technique!"

Han Zhonglin instantly understood the other party's intentions, and the cyan wind whirlwind in the palm of his hand instantly formed, rolling towards Leng Wushuang.

Faced with the impact of the wind whirl, Leng Wushuang had to interrupt the spell cast, and an ice wall appeared out of thin air to block the wind whirlpool's attack.

"It's so skillful in the use of Yuan power, it seems that you are about to get a glimpse of the Yuyuan realm!"

When the wind whirlwind slowly dissipated, Leng Wushuang started a new round of attacks, and saw Leng Wushuang's hands pinching strange spells, and there were words in his mouth.

"Oh, are you going to perform the Ice Mirror?"

Han Zhonglin himself is an Ice Spirit Root Cultivator, and his attainments in several primary techniques of the ice system are still above Leng Wushuang, if Leng Wushuang fights others, he may still have a chance to win, but unfortunately he has encountered Han Zhonglin, a freak!

"Uhh

Two hundred and twenty-four ice mirrors were instantly condensed on the stage, and the ice mirrors were arranged in a special way, combining into an ice cover to cover Han Zhonglin, while Leng Wushuang hid outside the ice cover, waiting for an opportunity to attack.

When the ice cover suddenly appeared on the stage, the audience had already exploded, and the Ice Spirit Root Cultivators were already scarce, and some disciples had never seen ice magic at all, so it was very novel.

"Is this an ice spell? A disciple of the second layer of the Qi refining stage opened his mouth wide and asked in surprise.

"What a rookie, I don't even know about the Ice Mirror Technique!" A disciple of the third layer of the Qi Refining Stage not far away immediately cast a disdainful gaze, and then put his gaze on the stage: "I wonder if that person can break this Ice Mirror Technique?"

Han Zhonglin was trapped in the ice cover, but he was not in a hurry to launch a counterattack. There are two ways to break this ice mirror technique, instantly destroy most of the ice mirrors, and rush out in one fell swoop, but this force breaking method also has drawbacks, that is, it consumes too much yuan power, and when it comes out, the yuan power is almost consumed, and it is not the same as someone else's cutting board meat? Another way to crack is to break the surface a little, the combination of ice mirrors has a special law, and it needs a steady stream of yuan force support, so as long as the conveyance of the yuan force of the caster is cut off, this ice cover can be self-defeating.

In Han Zhonglin's opinion, Leng Wushuang's more than 200 ice mirrors have a lot of flaws, and they can be broken easily. If this ice cover was broken all at once, it would be a bit against the sky in the eyes of everyone outside, but this was not the result that Han Zhonglin wanted.

Leng Wushuang felt the scattered attacks in the ice cover, and a smile also appeared on his cold face, as soon as the ice mirror technique came out, he had not missed a hand, it could be said that he was invincible.

Just when Leng Wushuang was secretly complacent, he suddenly felt that the speed of his Yuan Force loss was much greater than just now, and Leng Wushuang couldn't help but be shocked in his heart.

"What's going on?"

"Bang..."

Just when he was confused, Leng Wushuang heard a burst of explosions, and he saw that pieces of ice mirrors exploded at the same time.

"Ahh Leng Wushuang exclaimed in surprise, looking at Han Zhonglin in front of him like a ghost.

"You..." Leng Wu pointed at Han Zhonglin with trembling hands, wanting to ask, but he was speechless for a while.

"You're defeated!" Han Zhonglin said with a smile.

As soon as Leng Wushuang heard this, his head drooped down like a defeated rooster.

"No. 54 Han Zhonglin wins!"

The deacon shouted loudly and announced the results. Looking at Leng Wushuang's eyes again, he seemed to have suffered a great blow, and he was like two people before the battle.

Seeing Leng Wushuang's appearance, Han Zhonglin was also a little unbearable, he didn't expect Leng Wushuang to be so fragile in his heart. There are often people who are pretentious, who claim to be geniuses, and who are devastated when they encounter setbacks, and these people often need encouragement, or they may sink forever.

"I'm also an Ice Spirit Root Cultivator, and I'm very familiar with ice spells, so you won't lose unjustly!"

Just as Leng Wushuang got out of the ring and left listlessly, suddenly a voice came into his ears. Leng Wushuang was stunned for a moment, then his eyes lit up again, he turned around and bowed deeply to the place where Han Zhonglin was standing, and then turned around and left.

Many people around were already sympathetic to Leng Wushuang, but after seeing his strange behavior, they all thought that Leng Wushuang had gone crazy because he couldn't bear the blow, so they looked at Leng Wushuang with deep pity in their eyes.

The game continued, and Leng Wushuang's departure was just a small episode.

Han Zhonglin was not idle after the competition, and immediately ran to the ring of Group D to watch Zixuan's game, Zixuan lived up to his trust, won with an advantage, and successfully won the top 100 promotion places in Group D.

The competition in the afternoon was still fierce, and everyone in the audience was most looking forward to the "Thunderbolt Sword" Huang Tianbo's competition.

At this time, opposite Huang Tianbo stood a Fire Spirit Root Cultivator Li Hongjin who had just entered the fourth layer of the Qi Refining Period, and that Li Hongjin was holding a rare mid-level magic weapon—a pair of Fire Spirit Rings.

Li Hongjin looked at the gray-clothed figure opposite, his face was extremely solemn. He had just stepped into the fourth layer of the Qi Refining Period, and his cultivation was not yet stable, so how could he resist the might of the "Thunderbolt Sword"? Although he had no chance of winning, he still decided to fight!

"Please!" Li Hongjin said, the pair of fire spirit rings in his hands had turned red, and at the same time, his body turned into an afterimage, picking up the fire rings and smashing them towards Huang Tianbo.

"Bell... Bell..."

A fierce collision sounded out, and sparks splashed at the intersection of the ring of fire and the golden sword.

After a short fight, the two figures immediately separated, Huang Tianbo still had a playful look, and then looked at Li Hongjin's forehead with a slight sweat, the fight just now, the power of the thunderbolt sword was three points more powerful than he thought, if it weren't for his amazing defensive power against a pair of fire rings, I was afraid that he would have been defeated.

"Although I'm not his opponent, I can't admit defeat easily, otherwise what will others think of me?"

Li Hongjin's heart was horizontal, and he fought with Huang Tianbo again with the double ring.

Huang Tianbo's swordsmanship was amazing, and he saw a stream of yellow light flash through the air, and each blow hit the fire spirit ring, stirring up pieces of sparks.

Seven rounds have passed, Huang Tianbo's offensive is still fierce, and Li Hongjin can only resist with all his strength, and he has no power to fight back.

"Good defense!" Han Zhonglin knew the situation in the field well, although Li Hongjin had no backhand power, but Huang Tianbo was unable to break through the opponent's defense for a while.

A thought suddenly flashed in Han Zhonglin's heart: "Could it be that Huang Tianbo is hiding clumsily and not showing his true strength?"

Just as Han Zhonglin was thinking, a flaw finally appeared in Li Hongjin's defense, and Huang Tianbo stepped forward in response, and the tip of his sword pointed at the fire spirit ring in Li Hongjin's left hand.

"Smack!" Huang Tianbo picked off a fire spirit ring, and when he was about to retreat, he suddenly found that Li Hongjin opened his mouth, and a flame shot towards Huang Tianbo.

Huang Tianbo obviously didn't expect that Li Hongjin deliberately exposed his flaws just now, and this blow was Li Hongjin's real purpose.

The flames rushed in, Huang Tianbo did not show the panic that Li Hongjin wanted, and a golden curtain suddenly appeared and blocked the front of the flames.

Li Hongjin's plan failed!

"It seems that Huang Tianbo's Yuan Force's control has reached the realm of the primary Imperial Yuan. Han Zhonglin knows a little more about Huang Tianbo's strength.

The raid just now missed, and Li Hongjin didn't have the heart to fight again, because Huang Tianbo wouldn't give him a second chance to sneak attack.

"I admit defeat!" Li Hongjin arched his hand to Huang Tianbo and went straight out of the ring.

Finally, after fourteen rounds, Thunderbolt won again by an advantage, but not as casually as in the first two rounds.

"One hundred and thirty-four wins!"

It wasn't until it got dark that the third round of the knockout round finally ended, and each group produced the top twenty disciples, and so far, the top 100 have been selected.

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