Three hundred and forty-two, Xu Yang's strength

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Huang Qidao's face changed, and he also cultivated a strong body technique, but compared with Xu Yang's, it was not half a star worse. Under the frantic beating of his facial muscles, the sword light was like a dense sword net that had enveloped his whole person.

Just as the construction of his sword net was completed, Xu Yang suddenly manifested from behind him, and an extraordinarily fierce sword light suddenly shot out and hit his sword net.

The sound of continuous fluctuations passed, and Huang Qidao's sword net, after a flash, had already exploded, and the sword light that was raised one after another flew wantonly, and his body staggered, falling straight from the ring.

Huang Qidao was defeated so quickly, so simply, that the shock in the eyes of the cultivators present could not be concealed.

Tong Qianyuan, Zhang Wei'an and the others, a strong jealousy erupted in the depths of their eyes, and the other cultivators present shouted one after another: "Senior Brother Xu, it's really strong!"

"Two face-to-face, defeated Huang Qidao!"

"Senior Brother Huang's strength, after all, is extraordinary, but he can't stop Senior Brother Xu's sword, which shows how terrifying Senior Brother Xu's strength is!"

"Of course, no matter what, Senior Brother Xu is also the first master of our Xuanwu Mountain, the first master of the younger generation, how can he be underestimated?"

"I just don't know, Senior Brother Lu and Senior Brother Xu are strong and who is weak!"

"It must be Senior Brother Xu, do you need to say this? When Senior Brother Xu was in the miscellaneous service area back then, his strength was not trivial! When he arrived at Xuanwu Mountain, his strength naturally did not regress at all! It is undeniable that Senior Brother Lu's strength is very fierce, but his cultivation is too weak, if his cultivation is stronger, if anyone says that Senior Brother Lu is not the first, I am in a hurry with him, but now--of course, if it is a few years later, things will not be easy to say. ”

"You have a point!"

"You don't have to speculate, as long as Lu Chen can go to the finals, can't you see which of them is stronger?"

"Haha, yes!"

"I can't wait to see such two tough senior brothers compete against each other!"

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Defeating Huang Qidao, Xu Yang's gaze turned and fell on Lu Chen's body, and he smiled faintly: "I hope junior brother, don't let me down too much."

Lu Chen's expression moved slightly, and he said: "Lu Mou has heard for a long time that Senior Brother is extremely strong, and he has never been taught! ”

Xu Yang nodded.

At the same time, Tong Qianyuan, who got the second number, and Murong Sang, who got the fifth number, faced off.

The two of them jumped vertically, and landed in the ring one after another, and as soon as they moved, the sword light flew continuously, buzzing and fluctuating! The violent qi wave fluctuations, the ferocious rolling, and the two sword lights, came and went wantonly.

As for Zhang Wei'an's thoughts, they are no longer on Tong Qianyuan and Murong Sang.

It's not him, because Tong Qianyuan and Murong Sang have already appeared, and he was shocked to realize that his opponent was actually Lu Chen, the fist hidden under the robe, squeezed it tightly, the sound of a bone explosion with a click, continuous vibration, and wisps of strange aura shot out of his body!

Zhang Wei'an's face was indescribably ugly, at the beginning, he wanted to take advantage of such an opportunity to stomp Lu Chen under his feet, but now, seeing Lu Chen's sassy and majestic posture with his own eyes, he realized that the fierceness of the person in front of him was definitely beyond his imagination, and he no longer had the certainty of victory.

On Zhang Wei'an's forehead, a drop of hot sweat couldn't stop flowing down, and he said hatefully: "Damn, why is it? Why did I grab No. 4! Why! This shouldn't be!"

The emotions in Zhang Wei'an's heart, the crazy outburst, the indescribable entanglement of the mood.

In the ring, Murong Sang's sword light was shocked, and the sword light that rotated in a row rolled in succession.

Tong Qianyuan's expression was cold, and he said in a deep voice: "I really didn't expect that the strength of my junior brother is really good!

The sword light that came and went vertically and horizontally vibrated like a chessboard, and several horizontal and vertical lines were integrated, crushing viciously. The rumbling waves of air are flying wantonly.

Murong Sang's expression was cold, and he said: "Since Murong entered Xuanwu Mountain, he has not dared to relax in the slightest moment! Murong is dull, talented and talented, he can't compare to your senior brothers, so he can only cultivate more diligently, but fortunately, God has mercy and finally let me come to this pointβ€”β€”"

Boom, a violent sword light burst out, and a sword fell on the sword light node shot out by Tong Qianyuan, and with a pop, a chessboard-like sword light burst out of a crack. The essence light in Murong Sang's eyes shot out, and with a long roar, his body ran like lightning, crushing it fiercely!

The manic sword light fluctuated, and it was pressed in an all-round way, and with this sword, Murong Sang did his best.

Who would have thought that Tong Qianyuan's face showed a strange smile: "Senior brother's strength is certainly strong, but his experience is not enough!

Murong Sang was caught off guard and completely lost the strength to resist.

The light in the eyes of the Xuanwu Mountain Lord in mid-air flickered: "I really can't imagine that in addition to a cultivator like Lu Chen, whose strength far exceeds that of his peers, Benshan also has a genius like Murong Sang who is enough to be on a par with Tong Qianyuan, and may even compete with Xu Yang in the future, yes, very good! In these thirty years, Benshan's ranking will definitely not be the same as before." ”

Several other cultivators were also happy.

The Lord of Xuanwu Mountain nodded and said, "In the semi-finals, the place to fill the vacancy is him." In his opinion, Lu Chen will undoubtedly win, Zhang Wei'an has been resurrected once, and if he comes again, the other disciples will not be convinced, besides, Murong Sang's performance is really good.

The two deacons bowed down and said, "Obey the orders of the mountain lord!"

In the ring, Murong Sang's expression changed, he let out a long breath, and said, "Senior brother is a good means. ”

Tong Qianyuan said in a deep voice: "The strength of the junior brother is not weak, if it weren't for his lack of experience, he wouldn't let Tong take advantage of this loophole!"

Murong Sang shook his head, although Tong Qianyuan said politely, but if he loses, he loses, and if he loses, he is not good enough, Murong Sang thought that next time, he will definitely do better, and he will not give the other party a chance. Here, Tong Qianyuan and Murong Sang will divide the winners and losers, so the next game will be Lu Chen and Zhang Wei'an's turn.

Zhang Wei'an took a deep breath, landed in the ring one step, roared wildly, made a strong momentum for himself, and said sharply: "Lu Chen-"

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