Li Kezhou looked at the side of the sword field.

In these time frames, there will be a result in another battle. The winner was a handsome man named Hong Yi.

This man made good use of the "Heavenly Sword Power", the fourth master he had conquered.

The man who won the battle suppressed his inner excitement and burst out laughing.

"Everyone will try my Heavenly Sword Tip, but I want to remind you that I can't always be merciful. I'd better take a risk before I come up. If I'm lucky enough to die on this, don't complain. ”

This man's Heavenly Sword Skill is not only very powerful, but he is also obviously highly trained. After losing four people in a row, no one showed up for a while.

So far, only half of these 10 people have taken part in the fighting.

Seeing that no one was fighting, Hong Yi laughed even harder, and just when he thought he would be the last leader of this Eighth Sword Field, a person suddenly appeared opposite him.

The man suddenly stopped laughing and looked up coldly. Are you the one who sneaked up on Yan Xingyun's handsome face?"

God, Li Kezhou didn't speak.

The man smiled contemptuously: "I have to say that the Sword Pavilion has affirmed you, and the scruples are really too high, because you stole your name and hurt Yin Xingyun, you can't come up quickly before you hit me." Now that you've come up, I'll let you know who is the leader of the Eighth Sword Pavilion......!"

still relies on this person's voice, and a word can't change from Li Kezhou.

Hong Yi was a little angry.

When Li Kezhou appeared, the eyes of the audience were moving to each other.

Everyone wants to see that a person who is brave enough to fight Jiang Chun to the death can also be the face of the Ximen Sword Banner, and the person who kills must go to what extent.

"Hongyi, the world is called Yixia, in my Shenlan Sword Field, there is a huge side, and there are few opponents. Li Mochen wants to win. He does not use real means, almost impossible. ”

"Yes, Hong Yi is not as strong as Yan Xingyun, but he is just a first-class powerhouse. The Battle of Jianchang was not attacked by a sneak attack. He wanted to hurt Hongyi as easily as Yan Xingyun. There's really no way he's going to hurt Hongyi. ”

"This person's reputation mainly comes from his crazy language, not necessarily how strong, this is because his swordsmanship is weak, you can see one or two, today I estimate Fagan, this person will be taught by Hong Yi to be a man. ”

Hearing the sound of people asking questions, Hong Yi smiled and pretended.

"Everybody thinks you're going to lose to my brother the next moment. Can you say something before I defeat you?"

Li Kezhou's appearance is not worth it: "What I want to say is that you must fart too much." If you want to start quickly, you will definitely give me a second sword, even if I lose. ”

"You're looking for death!

Hongyi has a long reputation. He was looked down upon. He was furious. To give the sword is to kill him.

Li Kezhou pulled out his sword and swung it.

The wyvern is broken and free.

During the game, the wyvern is divided into two parts, the two wyverns attack twice, and the two dragons stick together and move forward side by side.

"Sword Qi Differentiation, Impossible!"

Hong Yi only had time to scream. The sword was destroyed and rotted. At the end of the day, a cloud of blood poured out of his mouth, and he poured out the ticket.

"What about you?"

"Only one sword?"

An outsider's face turned pale.

The voice of questioning, accompanied by Hong Yi's bloody fall ticket, suddenly stopped.

Since then, there have been 180 speeches, flattery, and exclamations.

"It's worth hurting the people of Yin Xingyun. The sword qi had actually reached the third stage of the legend. ”

"This man's swordsmanship, the degree of sharpness, he only looked at it all his life, and he seized the territory of the Eighth Swordsman, completely affirming the name.

There are quite a few people in the world who are striking while it is hot. They saw Li Kezhou's strength. Everyone walked around his neck, shouting as if they were afraid that he would not hear.

The leader of the eighth fencing field was the last to decide. Li Kezhou naturally became the last person to make a decision in the quarterfinals.

In the end, the top eight candidates barely exceeded everyone's expectations.

Six of the six CEOs at this year's conference and the last one each occupied six seats, and the other two were 10 p.m. and Li Kezhou, respectively, which was also expected by everyone.

Eight seats will be decided, and then there will be a real race for the Holy Son.

The dragon pan sword field was suddenly empty.

Eight people were absent for a long time.

"Since no one wants to be the first, let me be empty!"

The sound stopped, and a man appeared on the scene.

"Brother!"

The snowcoats in the crowd, red with excitement, adored with their eyes, and whispered to themselves.

"If the sky is empty, if it is a knight, it is the petals of my generation!"

"That's right! The first entrance you choose will face the challenge of the remaining seven entrances. It takes not only courage, but also absolute faith......!

"If you waste your efforts, then you don't know who will fight?"

In the expectant gaze of the people, a big laugh burst out: "Hahahaha, okay! If you are empty, you and I haven't fought for a long time, today I will try your Taiyi Life and Death Sword again!"

A man blinked wildly in the sword ring.

"It's Rosen!" someone shouted when they saw the last one.

"The CEOs of the Nangong and Beigong Sword Academies didn't expect that the first rivalry between the sons of the Holy Apostles would open the curtain for the two of them. ”

"I am a disciple of Jianyuan Ziyi. No one knows better than I do. Judging by the usual results, they are almost identical. However, many years have passed since their last time. It is not known who died from the deer!"

Li Kezhou sleeps and watches TV.

Taiyi's sword of life and death, if it was empty, he had tasted it before, the power was amazing, and the swordsmanship was unpredictable, and this Sen, who had just begun to fight with Jiang Huangquan, more or less knew this person's tenacity.

In the knowledge that he admitted, it is unreasonable that this senator should wait for the subordinates.

He thinks the half-time game has begun.

There were no accidents. If he lets go of his "Taiyi Shengdai Ken" and Sen's "ghosts and gods". Sword of the Slave is his masterpiece.

Rosen's sword, the sword on the ticket, looks imposing, more than three points, on the contrary, if it is empty, it is obviously the purest idea on the ticket. This sword is magical, with the words "sir" and "no" in it.

Simon's sword banner saw two men fighting, and mocking words hung on the corners of their mouths, and did not hide their contempt.

"Dare to follow the chaos, the sword is not a sword, the sword is not a sword, the sword is not a sword, if these two swordsmanship are so easy to fuse, the master of the world, will there be a forest?"

The text on the sword banner of Ximen was almost sentenced by Senyu, and then it was lowered, look at this situation, it will be defeated in less than three or five rounds.

"Pick me up and kill nine swords!"

Rosen looked badly. He immediately unleashed the sword diagram, trying to open the power of the sword diagram and turn the tide of the battle.

However, it doesn't help at all, because if you let go of your empty hands, you'll also see a picture of nine murders.

If the empty-handed sword is drawn by a butterfly phoenix, and Sen's painting is by Li Kezhou, both have the same origin and power. The power of the sword shadow could not help Lawson recover from defeat.

How about holding on ten more times?

Rosen's failures began to show, but he died with a hard mouth and refused to admit defeat. In the end, he was injured several times and, seeing that his life was in danger, he reluctantly refused to fail.

(End of chapter)