When the two returned to "Cangyunding", they saw that the black crowd was stained with the surrounding of the ring, and there were bursts of noise, and the atmosphere became extremely warm. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although there are only sixteen matches left today, these thirty-three people are all first-class powerhouses in the sect world, and the real good show has just begun.

Except, of course, Han Xiao.

Because in everyone's eyes, the reason why Han Xiao won two games in a row was only because of the cold and awe-inspiring jade girl sword and the stinky and shameless conspiracy and calculation.

Seeing that the edge of the ring was crowded with people, Meng Fei in the referee's seat finally stood up and shouted loudly: "Fellow sectarians, since this sword code is about to reach a white-hot stage, the strength of both sides of the battle has been raised by a notch, so I also ask all the Daoists in the audience to step back three feet, so as not to be injured by their sword qi." ”

When the audience heard this, they hurriedly retreated as requested.

First, Meng Fei was the patriarch of the Immortal Sword Sect, and his prestige was extremely high. Second, none of the people present are stupid, and if they are killed and mutilated just to watch a game, it will be fucked up.

Seeing that the audience was very cooperative, Meng Fei nodded with satisfaction, and shouted loudly again: "Okay! No more nonsense, the third round of the Sword Code has officially begun!"

"Good!"

Everyone in the audience erupted in applause again, and their emotions rose even higher.

Meng Fei took out a list and read it aloud: "First of all, please ask Zhuo Fan of the Seven Xuanmen to come to the stage and fight against Xue Muchen of the Slim Dust Sect!"

As soon as the words ended, the audience immediately screamed wildly.

Whether it is Zhuo Fan or Xue Muchen, they are both rising stars who have only become famous in recent years, the strength and age of these two people are between the two of them, one south and one north, and called "South Muchen, North Zhuofan"!

The two great talents of the north and the south fought each other, which made everyone not go crazy.

I saw Zhuo Fan, who had an indifferent face, "whoosh", and the sword broke through the air and floated steadily in the ring.

The next moment, the handsome and extraordinary Xue Muchen also rose up with his sword and confronted Zhuo Fanyao.

Han Xiaojian raised his eyebrows, and when he saw that it was Xue Muyun's girl's eldest brother competition, he couldn't help but be a little interested.

The merry scholar from the adjacent table hurriedly arrived, sat down next to Han Xiao, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and panted: "Special mother, it's really crowded, I almost can't squeeze in!"

Han Xiao smiled, squeezed his eyebrows and said, "Didn't Brother Merry leave early yesterday, why did he get up late today?"

"Merry ghost!" The merry scholar has been talking to Han Xiao for a few days, and the relationship is also a little familiar, and occasionally jokes.

"I drank a few more glasses of rice wine last night, and I was dizzy this morning. The Merry Scholar sneered and said, "Not to mention, this Immortal Sword Sect's drunken immortal brew is really good." ”

"Oh?" Han Xiao raised his eyebrows, "Then when I win the game today, Brother Merry will take me to see and see?"

"Hehe......" The Merry Scholar sniffed, glanced at Ye Jinglei in the opposite seat, and asked in a low voice, "Are you sure you can beat him?"

"It's not very sure. Han Xiaojian raised his eyebrows, "It's ten." ”

"Poof!" The Merry Scholar almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood, looked at Han Xiao for a long time, and then said with a sneer: "Okay, good, if Brother Han can still win today's game, this will be the evening, my Merry Scholar will be invited!"

"Okay, then the merry brother is ready to pay for it. ”

Han Xiao grinned, and didn't say anything more at the moment, just looked at the ring.

The merry scholar glanced at the two sides of the fight in the ring, and said excitedly: "Wow!" 'Nan Muchen and North Zhuofan' actually met, this one is interesting!"

Han Xiao laughed, this merry scholar was abused by Xue Muchen yesterday, but today he doesn't hold any grudges, but he is also an interesting guy.

In the ring, I saw that Xue Muchen and Zhuo Fan were already fighting in mid-air.

Zhuo Fan's swordsmanship was unexpected, often making Xue Muchen scramble. And Xue Muchen's body law is elegant and agile, every time he lets Zhuo Fan make a killing move, he flies up and down like a bird, shuttling endlessly.

After the two exchanged more than 100 moves, Han Xiao faintly saw something strange from that Zhuo Fan's martial arts.

This guy seems to be hiding something.

It's a gut feeling!

Only a guy like Han Xiao, who almost never showed his true strength, would have this kind of intuition.

Thinking of this, the corners of Han Xiao's mouth couldn't help but show a smile: "Nan Muchen, North Zhuo Fan" Although they are both famous, it is obvious that Zhuo Fan has always hidden his true strength, and there is no suspense in this battle.

One hundred tricks!

Two hundred moves!

Three hundred moves!

After more than three hundred moves, Ye Xuan's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said coquettishly: "That Xue Muchen is going to lose! He has already started to perform the same sword move for the second time." ”

Ye Xuan's insight is indeed powerful.

Sure enough, at the same time as Ye Xuan's words fell, Zhuo Fan's long sword finally picked off Xue Muchen's saber with "great difficulty", and the next moment, the sword qi broke through the opponent's talisman and stood firmly on Xue Muchen's neck.

"Brother Xue, I agreed. Zhuo Fan slowly withdrew his long sword and bowed to Xue Muchen.

"Hehe, Brother Zhuo is deeply hidden, and the younger brother admires it. Xue Muchen took a deep breath, although a trace of loss flashed in his eyes.

He originally thought that he should be able to advance to the top seventeen, but he didn't expect to meet a guy like Zhuo Fan with hidden strength halfway.

This scene seems to be inseparable, but Xue Muchen understands that he has always been passive.

"This one, Qixuanmen Zhuofan, win!"

The referee announced the final result, and the audience burst into thunderous applause.

Han Xiao glanced at Zhuo Fan, raised his eyebrows slightly, still stretched out a finger, and said with a smile: "One move is enough." ”

"Hehe......" The merry scholar suddenly remembered that when Han Xiao watched Zhuo Fan's first round of the competition, he once "bragged" and said something to overturn Zhuo Fan, and now seeing Zhuo Fan showing such strength, he actually dared to speak out......

"If you can defeat Zhuo Fan with one move, then, I can't even defeat Xue Muchen, Zhuo Fan's subordinate, isn't it far worse than you?" The merry scholar muttered, but didn't say this sentence, just rolled his eyes and said, "You win Ye Jinglei first." ”

"Ye is just thundering, vulnerable. Han Xiao said indifferently.

"Hehe......" The merry scholar has also been accustomed to Han Xiao talking big in the past two days, but he has won several games in a row, maybe it is really possible to use that very "special" method to win again.

I didn't have time to think about it, because soon, Qiu Wanyun, Zheng Shaokun, Qiu Chunan, these masters, came to the stage one after another to compete.

As soon as these favorites came to the stage, the shouts from the audience immediately completely submerged the entire Cangyunding......