Zeng Cheng didn't pay attention to the episode that happened in the VIP seat, and after he won, he immediately focused his attention on the No. 3 ring, which was where Lin Qingxuan competed.

When Zeng Cheng looked over, he saw Lin Qingxuan's delicate body ghostly dragging out an afterimage, the long whip in his hand was like a dragon going out to sea, and the shadow of the whip in the sky was tightly shrouded in the body of a young man who was at the peak of the late stage of the innate realm of the Huashan Sect.

The young man's face changed greatly, but the weapon in his hand was a big axe, and the big axe in his hand drew out axe shadows like opening a mountain, but he could not split an exit in this sky of whip shadows.

In desperation, he had no choice but to use his trump card.

"Break!" the young man shouted, and with a fierce swing of the big axe, the axe shot out, like splitting a mountain and cracking a stone, directly splitting a whip shadow in front of him.

Just when the young man split the whip shadow in front of him, Lin Qingxuan's figure disappeared in his field of vision, which made his heart tighten subconsciously, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his body retreated violently.

But it was too late, and just as his figure retreated, a green shadow ghostly appeared in front of him, and a palm print suddenly fell on his body.

It all happened in the midst of lightning and fire, and only a few people could see it clearly, because it was so fast.

"Bang!" the young man staggered back a few steps, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and then he sat down on the ground, his face pale.

"I lost......" the young man said to Lin Qingxuan, who had been hit hard by this, and he had no strength to fight again.

The scene of "good ......" made Elder Xie in the stands shout hello, once Zeng Cheng and Lin Qingxuan could not be drawn in the subsequent playoffs, then two of the Wudang faction would advance to the quarterfinals.

After Lin Qingxuan defeated her opponent, the remaining six games also ended one after another.

On the VIP seat, Wei Bangyan, the head of the Kongtong faction, Zhu Hongyuan, the head of the Huashan faction, and Bai Yukun, the head of the Kunlun faction, all had very ugly faces, and their disciples had all been eliminated by now. In other words, although there is still an extra match in the quarterfinals, their sect is already destined to have no one to make the quarterfinals.

The voice of the host of the competition, Elder Han Pengfei of the Tianshan faction, came: "The winner stays, and the loser leaves." ”

The eight defeated disciples were helpless and walked out disappointed.

After the eight frustrated people left, Zeng Cheng's eyes fell on the remaining eight people for the first time.

Among the remaining eight people, Lin Qingxuan, Liu Ruolan, and Ling Lan are all included. The other four people, Zeng Cheng also knew, were a black-clothed young man from the Tianshan faction.

Zeng Cheng didn't pay attention to the episode that happened in the VIP seat, and after he won, he immediately focused his attention on the No. 3 ring, which was where Lin Qingxuan competed.

When Zeng Cheng looked over, he saw Lin Qingxuan's delicate body ghostly dragging out an afterimage, the long whip in his hand was like a dragon going out to sea, and the shadow of the whip in the sky was tightly shrouded in the body of a young man who was at the peak of the late stage of the innate realm of the Huashan Sect.

The young man's face changed greatly, but the weapon in his hand was a big axe, and the big axe in his hand drew out axe shadows like opening a mountain, but he could not split an exit in this sky of whip shadows.

In desperation, he had no choice but to use his trump card.

"Break!" the young man shouted, and with a fierce swing of the big axe, the axe shot out, like splitting a mountain and cracking a stone, directly splitting a whip shadow in front of him.

Just when the young man split the whip shadow in front of him, Lin Qingxuan's figure disappeared in his field of vision, which made his heart tighten subconsciously, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his body retreated violently.

But it was too late, and just as his figure retreated, a green shadow ghostly appeared in front of him, and a palm print suddenly fell on his body.

It all happened in the midst of lightning and fire, and only a few people could see it clearly, because it was so fast.

"Bang!" the young man staggered back a few steps, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and then he sat down on the ground, his face pale.

"I lost......" the young man said to Lin Qingxuan, who had been hit hard by this, and he had no strength to fight again.

The scene of "good ......" made Elder Xie in the stands shout hello, once Zeng Cheng and Lin Qingxuan could not be drawn in the subsequent playoffs, then two of the Wudang faction would advance to the quarterfinals.

After Lin Qingxuan defeated her opponent, the remaining six games also ended one after another.

On the VIP seat, Wei Bangyan, the head of the Kongtong faction, Zhu Hongyuan, the head of the Huashan faction, and Bai Yukun, the head of the Kunlun faction, all had very ugly faces, and their disciples had all been eliminated by now. In other words, although there is still an extra match in the quarterfinals, their sect is already destined to have no one to make the quarterfinals.

The voice of the host of the competition, Elder Han Pengfei of the Tianshan faction, came: "The winner stays, and the loser leaves." ”

The eight defeated disciples were helpless and walked out disappointed.

After the eight frustrated people left, Zeng Cheng's eyes fell on the remaining eight people for the first time.

Among the remaining eight people, Lin Qingxuan, Liu Ruolan, and Ling Lan are all included. The other four people, Zeng Cheng also knew, were a black-clothed young man from the Tianshan faction.

Zeng Cheng didn't pay attention to the episode that happened in the VIP seat, and after he won, he immediately focused his attention on the No. 3 ring, which was where Lin Qingxuan competed.

When Zeng Cheng looked over, he saw Lin Qingxuan's delicate body ghostly dragging out an afterimage, the long whip in his hand was like a dragon going out to sea, and the shadow of the whip in the sky was tightly shrouded in the body of a young man who was at the peak of the late stage of the innate realm of the Huashan Sect.

The young man's face changed greatly, but the weapon in his hand was a big axe, and the big axe in his hand drew out axe shadows like opening a mountain, but he could not split an exit in this sky of whip shadows.

In desperation, he had no choice but to use his trump card.

"Break!" the young man shouted, and with a fierce swing of the big axe, the axe shot out, like splitting a mountain and cracking a stone, directly splitting a whip shadow in front of him.

Just when the young man split the whip shadow in front of him, Lin Qingxuan's figure disappeared in his field of vision, which made his heart tighten subconsciously, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his body retreated violently.

But it was too late, and just as his figure retreated, a green shadow ghostly appeared in front of him, and a palm print suddenly fell on his body.

It all happened in the midst of lightning and fire, and only a few people could see it clearly, because it was so fast.

"Bang!" the young man staggered back a few steps, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and then he sat down on the ground, his face pale.

"I lost......" the young man said to Lin Qingxuan, who had been hit hard by this, and he had no strength to fight again.

The scene of "good ......" made Elder Xie in the stands shout hello, once Zeng Cheng and Lin Qingxuan could not be drawn in the subsequent playoffs, then two of the Wudang faction would advance to the quarterfinals.

After Lin Qingxuan defeated her opponent, the remaining six games also ended one after another.

On the VIP seat, Wei Bangyan, the head of the Kongtong faction, Zhu Hongyuan, the head of the Huashan faction, and Bai Yukun, the head of the Kunlun faction, all had very ugly faces, and their disciples had all been eliminated by now. In other words, although there is still an extra match in the quarterfinals, their sect is already destined to have no one to make the quarterfinals.

The voice of the host of the competition, Elder Han Pengfei of the Tianshan faction, came: "The winner stays, and the loser leaves." ”

The eight defeated disciples were helpless and walked out disappointed.

After the eight frustrated people left, Zeng Cheng's eyes fell on the remaining eight people for the first time.

Among the remaining eight people, Lin Qingxuan, Liu Ruolan, and Ling Lan are all included. The other four people, Zeng Cheng also knew, were a black-clothed young man from the Tianshan faction.

Zeng Cheng didn't pay attention to the episode that happened in the VIP seat, and after he won, he immediately focused his attention on the No. 3 ring, which was where Lin Qingxuan competed.

When Zeng Cheng looked over, he saw Lin Qingxuan's delicate body ghostly dragging out an afterimage, the long whip in his hand was like a dragon going out to sea, and the shadow of the whip in the sky was tightly shrouded in the body of a young man who was at the peak of the late stage of the innate realm of the Huashan Sect.

The young man's face changed greatly, but the weapon in his hand was a big axe, and the big axe in his hand drew out axe shadows like opening a mountain, but he could not split an exit in this sky of whip shadows.

In desperation, he had no choice but to use his trump card.

"Break!" the young man shouted, and with a fierce swing of the big axe, the axe shot out, like splitting a mountain and cracking a stone, directly splitting a whip shadow in front of him.

Just when the young man split the whip shadow in front of him, Lin Qingxuan's figure disappeared in his field of vision, which made his heart tighten subconsciously, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his body retreated violently.

But it was too late, and just as his figure retreated, a green shadow ghostly appeared in front of him, and a palm print suddenly fell on his body.

It all happened in the midst of lightning and fire, and only a few people could see it clearly, because it was so fast.

"Bang!" the young man staggered back a few steps, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and then he sat down on the ground, his face pale.

"I lost......" the young man said to Lin Qingxuan, who had been hit hard by this, and he had no strength to fight again.

The scene of "good ......" made Elder Xie in the stands shout hello, once Zeng Cheng and Lin Qingxuan could not be drawn in the subsequent playoffs, then two of the Wudang faction would advance to the quarterfinals.

After Lin Qingxuan defeated her opponent, the remaining six games also ended one after another.

On the VIP seat, Wei Bangyan, the head of the Kongtong faction, Zhu Hongyuan, the head of the Huashan faction, and Bai Yukun, the head of the Kunlun faction, all had very ugly faces, and their disciples had all been eliminated by now. In other words, although there is still an extra match in the quarterfinals, their sect is already destined to have no one to make the quarterfinals.

The voice of the host of the competition, Elder Han Pengfei of the Tianshan faction, came: "The winner stays, and the loser leaves." ”

The eight defeated disciples were helpless and walked out disappointed.

After the eight frustrated people left, Zeng Cheng's eyes fell on the remaining eight people for the first time.

Among the remaining eight people, Lin Qingxuan, Liu Ruolan, and Ling Lan are all included. The other four people, Zeng Cheng also knew, were a black-clothed young man from the Tianshan faction.

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