[The match will officially start in 5 seconds, so please be prepared.] 】

[The loser is eliminated, and the winner will advance to the round of sixty-four.] 】

The prompt sound of the system echoed in the ears of Ye Piaoxue and Hongyan Trouble.

"Brush!"

A flash of white light flashed, and both of them were teleported to the map at the same time.

Looking up, this is a sea of fiery red flowers.

Boundless, a large expanse of flowers blooming in the wind, swaying, as brilliant red as blood, the earth seems to be watered with blood.

According to legend, the flowers are divided into red and white, with the white flowers blooming in heaven and the red flowers blooming in hell.

Flowers bloom for a thousand years, flowers fall for a thousand years, flowers and leaves, never see ......

In the sea of fiery flowers, two peerless figures silently confronted each other.

Ye Piaoxue, red face and troubled water.

The god of the sword, the demon concubine of the city.

One is a peerless swordsman, the other is a priest who wanders the edge of darkness.

This is the first time the two have officially faced each other in "Legends".

No one wants to lose to the other party.

"To be honest, I don't want to go up against you if I could."

After confronting each other for dozens of seconds, Hongyan Troubled Water broke the silence and took the lead in speaking.

This sentence is not out of tactical weakness of the enemy, nor is it timid, afraid of losing this game, but because of the feeling of trouble.

After all, the name of Luo Shen is too loud, from "Proud World" to "Legend", after several games, Ye Piaoxue has long become a myth in the minds of countless players.

Instead of facing each other, no one is sure of victory.

"Me too."

Ye Piaoxue's response was very brief, and her tone was very indifferent.

In the same way, she didn't want to be in trouble during the competition.

This woman, although she rose from the game "Legend", but her rise was too fast, and in just two years, she already had the strength to stand at the top.

The rivers and mountains are not picturesque, and the iron horses are fighting and singing.

Half of the world, a sword flies, and the demon bow is beautiful.

The cold blade of the dragon's tooth is terrifying, and who can stop the shield of the thousand armies.

The blazing wind hunts, the skirt flutters, and the smile is as bright as a flower.

This poem refers to the ten super-first-class masters who are standing at the top of the entire Chinese region of "Legend" today.

And, the last sentence "smiling as beautiful as a flower" is talking about her, the demon concubine of the city, and the red face is in trouble.

Both men expressed their importance for their opponents, but neither of them gave up on the idea of this match.

After all.

If you win, you can directly advance to the top 64 of [Peak Martial Arts].

If you lose, you will fall to the lower bracket and compete with the eliminated 50 people for the remaining 14 places.

"Since we have to fight, let's do our best with each other."

When Hongyan Shui said this, the staff in his hand was already slowly raised, and with the incantation in his mouth, the crystal nucleus embedded at the top of the Immortal Martial [Mangwu Scepter] suddenly burst out with dazzling light.

"Wow!"

With a soul-stirring sharp phoenix roar, a fierce bird of Zhu Yan with a raging flame appeared in the sky and landed in front of Ye Piaoxue's eyes.

Dark Priest - [Shikigami Suzaku]!

"Go!"

Under the manipulation of Hongyan Wo Shui, Zhu Yan's fierce bird spread its wings and swooped down towards Ye Piaoxue, every time it flapped its wings hard, it would bring a blazing heat wave.

The heat wave rushed towards him, as if forming an impermeable wall of flames, and the huge wall of fire swept like a torrent, as if it was about to annihilate Ye Piaoxue's entire graceful figure.

"As you wish."

Ye Piaoxue opened her mouth lightly, seeing that Zhu Yan's fierce bird was fierce and powerful, she swooped towards her, but her face was calm, as if she didn't pay attention to Zhu Yan's fierce bird's attack at all.

"Boom!"

Lingwu [Que Yue Shutong] suddenly came out of the sheath, pulled out a sword flower, and the state of [Dance of Butterfly Wings] was added to his body.

Ye Piaoxue's speed instantly accelerated.

"Buzz!"

The wind, the roar.

The blade of the sword is cold and sharp, and the killing shadow comes in an instant.

Ye Piaoxue's long sword is clear and reflects the snow, sharpening iron like mud.

Suddenly, Juhe suddenly came out and slashed through the wind.

If there is thunder.

Swordsman - [Thunder Slash]!

What Jian Feng pointed at was the place where Hongyan Disaster Water stood.

At a distance of 20 yards, the moment Ye Piaoxue drew his sword, it turned into a stone's throw away, and he saw his figure flashing and he was there in one step.

When she stood still, Ye Piaoxue had already bypassed Zhu Yan's fierce bird and went directly to the front of Hongyan Trouble.

Ye Piaoxue's idea is very simple, as long as he kills Hongyan and Disaster Water at close range, then Zhu Yan's fierce bird will naturally be self-defeating.

The red lips of the red face and the water were slightly hooked, and he muttered in a low voice: "Do you want to get close to me, heh, think too much......"

chuckled, only to see her holding the [Mang's Aphid Scepter] with both hands, and gently together, a [Demonic Light] shot out quickly.

At the same time, the figure flashed.

Bow your head and be short.

A "Z" line like a butterfly was stepped out of his feet, and in the blink of an eye, he flashed to the other side of Ye Piaoxue, easily avoiding Ye Piaoxue's sword.

In this regard, Ye Piaoxue was not surprised, if she was easily stabbed by herself, then she would not be worthy of being so valued by herself.

"Good."

Ye Piaoxue nodded lightly, as if she recognized the strength of Hongyan Trouble.

In the flow of light in his eyes, the sword qi in the sky surged, and the spiritual martial [Que Yue Shutong] in his hand struck out.

In a brilliant streamer, a sharp sword light seemed to penetrate everything, wrapped in a surging momentum like a dragon, and swept towards the red face and calamity.

Swordsman - [Lore Slash]!

A dark robe couldn't hide the turbulent waves on his chest, the red face and the water slowly raised his head, his eyes were as clear as crystal, although he was a little unwilling, he still bundled the staff back in front of him, and his body retreated backwards, wanting to avoid Ye Piaoxue's killer sword.

After taking five steps back in a row, Hongyan was able to avoid Ye Piaoxue's sharp sword.

The arm holding the staff burst out with an ink-like brilliance, the wrist vibrated lightly, and the red face stretched the staff forward, and the whistling wind erupted, and a cyclone blasted out close to her side when Ye Piaoxue's figure was slightly paused.

Dark Priest - [Soul Imprisonment]!