"That's not necessarily, don't forget, that one also refers to the game, if you do, you'll have a good show."

An old man on the side spoke, with some schadenfreude and expectation in his tone, but they knew that there were core disciples participating in the competition this time, and it seemed that they wanted to consider the strength of the sect disciples.

……

After nine rounds in a row, Zhou Yu didn't meet a decent opponent, which made him feel a little speechless, saying that it was a random game, but it was obvious that someone was still manipulating the process of the game, at least in Zhou Yu's opinion, there were a few good opponents, but they hadn't met him until now.

"Seventh group, tenth round, No. 20 vs. No. 2!"

Hearing the referee's voice, Zhou Yu's figure moved, and at the same time, a black-clothed figure also appeared in the ring in an instant.

Moving his knuckles slightly, Zhou Yu glanced at the other party.

After the black-clothed young man came to the stage, he also looked at Zhou Yu, his eyes were cold, his body was straight, like a sword, he had not yet unsheathed, and his edge had been exposed, as if he was about to shatter the clouds in the air.

"You are very good, I am enough for ordinary disciples, and if you say, I hope you can catch my three swords."

"Really? I'd like to learn from your Excellency's tricks! ”

Swish!

The Flowing Cloud Sword flickered with a faint light, appeared on Zhou Yu's right hand, shook slightly, and said,

"I hope you can make it fun for me!"

The young man in black was slightly angry, this cloud and dust was so rampant, he actually hoped that he could make the other party happy? What kind of character do you really think you are?

Shout!

The figure of the young man in black moved instantly, and the whole person was like a sharp sword out of the sheath, rushing towards Zhou Yu at a high speed.

"Zhang Yang is still a little anxious, this urgent need to change, sooner or later he will suffer!"

An old man in the spectator seat spoke, and the rest of the people also nodded slightly, in their opinion, there is still a gap between Zhang Yang and Zhou Yu, at least in terms of the hearts of the two, Zhang Yang is much worse.

Zhang Yang came to three meters in front of Zhou Yu like a teleportation, and only then did he pull out his sword, and as soon as the sword came out of the sheath, a black sword light that distorted the void seemed to be slow and fast, as if it could distort people's visual senses, making it impossible to distinguish whether the opponent's attack was up or down.

Facing Zhang Yang's weird and tricky sword, Zhou Yu's face was indifferent, and the Liuyun Sword slashed slightly.

Bite!

The swords of the two collided together in an instant, and Zhang Yang's first sword was easily blocked by Zhou Yu.

Zhang Yang's face changed slightly, and when he was about to take out the second or even third sword, he just led him to something unexpected happened, and Zhou Yu actually launched an attack.

After Zhou Yu blocked the opponent's sword, he instantly unleashed a move "Flowing Water Ruthlessly", and a water-like sword light flowed through the void and went straight to Zhang Yang's chest.

Zhang Yang immediately retreated, and the black long sword slashed vertically, wanting to cut off the water flow sword light with a sword.

Zhou Yu didn't care, his figure took a step closer, his wrist flicked, and the next moment the stars appeared, and it was a "starry" move.

More than a dozen flickering dark stars spread out from all directions, sealing all of Zhang Yang's retreats.

"What?"

Zhang Yang secretly said in his heart that it was not good, this attack was unavoidable, at this moment Zhang Yang put away his contempt, his body and the sword seemed to be integrated, and he instantly broke through the blockade of the sword light, and his figure appeared on the other side of the ring.

Looking at Zhou Yu, Zhang Yang's face became slightly solemn, this person is a fierce opponent, and if he is not careful, he will be defeated on the spot.

The long sword in Zhang Yang's hand switched from his right hand to his left hand, causing many people in the audience to exclaim.

"Oh my God, it's a left-handed sword!"

"Senior Brother Zhang is hiding so deeply, if it weren't for Senior Brother Yun, I'm afraid there would still be hiding!"

……

Zhang Yang took a step forward, and his body burst out with sharp energy, and at the same time, the black sword light rushed towards Zhou Yu like a landslide and tsunami, wave after wave, giving people a sense of continuity.

This move Zhang Yang has already used a special move, this is his ultimate move, in the past, using this move meant that he was about to win, but today he had no score in his heart.

The black sword light swept in, Zhou Yu's face did not change, and the Liuyun Sword trembled slightly.

"Broken!"

A sword swing was swung, and the continuous sword qi instantly collided with the opponent's black sword light, wave after wave, which was the "endless" move.

The two of them made a huge move, continuously, the wind and clouds surged in the ring, the void rippled, and translucent void cracks faintly appeared.

The continuous sword qi and the black sword light continued to impact together, and there were bursts of explosions in the void, and at this time, it was up to the two of them to hold on first.

However, a discerning person can see at a glance that Zhang Yang is afraid that he is going to lose.

"Zhang Yang is going to lose!"

Duan Yu, who had just finished the game on the side, suddenly spoke, and several people around him were puzzled, in their opinion, the two of them were half a catty, it was really hard to say who won and who lost, and I don't know why Senior Brother Duan was sure that Zhang Yang would lose?

The guesses off the field were different, but the field was changing rapidly, and the black sword light, which was evenly matched in the last second, seemed to have a sense of lack of stamina, and was instantly broken through by the continuous sword qi, constantly pressing back.

"Boom!"

The continuous sword qi bombarded the ground, and dozens of vertical and horizontal sword marks instantly cracked in the ring, flashing past Zhang Yang's side.

Zhang Yang stood in place in a daze, just now, he smelled the breath of death, if it weren't for Zhou Yu's mercy, he deviated from the attack trajectory at the last moment, and the wave of sword qi just now would definitely be able to wring him into pieces.

"I lost!"

After a long time, Zhang Yang said with some bitterness, his voice was dry, as if he was about to die of thirst.

"Take!"

The Liuyun sword was returned to the sheath, and Zhou Yu arched his hand and turned around to step down.

At this time, on the side of the seven groups, Zhou Yu won ten battles and ten wins, and the first place in the group was stable.

Because there are still several other groups of games that have not been decided, Zhou Yu glanced at the several rings that were being competed, and lost interest at a glance, they were all several small characters competing with each other, and the fight was impressive, but in Zhou Yu's opinion, it was flashy, more like a performance.

looked away from the ring, and when he saw the other side, Zhou Yu's heart moved.

Not far from him, stood a young man in a golden robe, this person was tall, with his hands behind his back, and a look of world-defying momentum emanated from his body.

The other party seemed to have a sense, and quickly turned his head to look at Zhou Yu, the two looked at each other, and the void seemed to collide with sparks.

Immediately, the two of them shifted their gaze in unison.

"He's a master!"

"Interesting! Is there such a person among the inner disciples? ”

……

Soon the other groups also decided the first place, and the ten groups were the top ten, and the next thing to do was the top ten ranking battle!

"In the first battle, Yuan Hong fought against Yunchen!"

Zhou Yu was also stunned, he didn't expect that the first game would be on the court by himself, and the opponent was the burly yellow-haired man with a height of two meters that he noticed at the beginning.

The two stood about twenty meters apart, Yuan Hong looked at Zhou Yu, and said with some humility,

"Senior brother, give me a lot of advice!"

"Okay!"

Zhou Yu nodded, but he didn't relax his vigilance in his heart, a person like this who looks simple on the outside, he doesn't know what he looks like behind his back, in short, don't be deceived by the other party's appearance.

Yuan Hong's right leg was slightly raised, and suddenly the entire ring was turbulent, and the invisible air currents in all directions began to converge towards Yuan Hong's right leg.

"Huh?"

On the opposite side, Zhou Yu was wearing a green shirt and hunting under the blowing of the air current, and his body was like a lonely boat in a storm, as if he was isolated by this heaven and earth.

"Interesting, it seems to be 'potential'!?"

The so-called 'potential' is the general trend, as the saying goes, when you grasp the momentum, the whole world will open the way for you, and anyone who stands in your way will be pushed away by the general trend.

The Liuyun sword came out of its sheath, the sharp sword flashed, the wind seemed to be cut, and the converging air flow suddenly broke in half, Yuan Hong's side was still turbulent, and Zhou Yu's side was calm.

This scene seems to be extremely contradictory, but it is quite harmoniously blended together, like a painting, half flowing and half static.

Seeing this scene on the stage, an old man in the viewing area said,

"This kick is not simple, against the enemy, I am afraid that it feels like fighting against the whole world, against the general trend, against the trend!"

"Stir up the storm!"

A loud shout sounded, Yuan Hong kicked out, and the boundless general trend was directly pressed down.

Rumble!

The surging invisible air flow swept in all directions, causing many of the disciples watching the battle to be unstable, and their hearts were shocked.

They are all so embarrassed off the field, what kind of oppressive force is Zhou Yu facing on the field?

"Broken!"

Zhou Yu also felt a hint of threat, the Liuyun Sword in his hand quickly swung, a sword slashed down on the head, the sharp sword slashed through the void, as if cutting a curtain, the void made a tearing sound, Yuan Hong's momentum was like a deflated ball, was cut by Zhou Yu with a sword, and the turbulent air flow hit the surroundings.

Yuan Hong's expression disappeared, and there was a touch of solemnity, Zhou Yu was a fierce opponent, this was the first time he had brought him great pressure, and he had pressed others in the past.

Since the general trend has no courage, it is better to hit it hard.

"Resolute!"

Yuan Hong's whole person rose from the ground and came to mid-air, and all the general trends between heaven and earth frantically poured into his feet, kicking Zhou Yu one after another, each kick was as heavy as Mount Tai, and he pressed people with force.

The air flow in the ring surged, and countless leg shadows fell, with a mountain of pressure.

Zhou Yu was in the ring, his face was slightly solemn, but the movements in his hands were not slow, and the Liuyun Sword split out dozens of swords in an instant, each sword had a huge sword ray, and the sword light seemed to cut this heaven and earth as if it was in essence.

"Poof! Burst! Burst! ”

One after another, the sword rays rose into the sky, splitting the shadow of the Dao legs, and the sharp sword rays seemed to shatter the void.

Yuan Hong's complexion changed suddenly, and the fighting energy in his body gushed out wildly, leg after leg, and the attack was a little more violent.

Between the two of them, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, the legs were all over the sky, and the surface of the ring was cracked one after another, and everyone in the audience couldn't help but retreat again and again, and at this time, the aftermath of the two fights was afraid that they could seriously injure them.

"Thunder rushes to the clouds!"

In the ring, Zhou Yu no longer kept his hand, and the Liuyun Sword quickly swung out, and a thundercloud went up against the current and went straight to Yuan Hong in mid-air.

Rumble!

Caught off guard, Yuan Hong was hit by a thundercloud, spat blood from his mouth and flew out, and fell under the ring in the distance.