Rumble!

At the moment when Ye Chen vomited blood, all the disciples in the audience reacted, their eyes looked at Xiao Huang faintly full of awe, Ye Chen was undoubtedly powerful, but he was still defeated in the face of Xiao Huang, and Ye Chen's ranking was still above Xiao Huang.

"Xiao Huangsheng, get a point!"

The deacon next to him reacted at this time, strode to the center of the ring, and announced loudly.

In the direction of the elder group, Li Daoyuan's face darkened, Ye Chen's strength has improved a lot, but others will naturally not stand still, coupled with the five new stars that have appeared in this session, it is basically impossible for Ye Chen to keep his original ranking.

Ye Chen silently returned to his seat and began to recover from his injuries, and Xiao Huang's body was not comfortable, Ye Chen's strength was only a little weaker than him, even if he won, it would be a miserable victory.

In the two hundred and forty-fifth game, the popularity in the arena reached its peak again, and Chu Ming and Feng Wuxiang, who ranked ninth, stood on both sides of the ring, staring at each other.

This is after Qi Long and He Wuwu, the five new stars collided with the top ten of the inner door again, which naturally attracted great attention.

"I'm no match for you."

Feng Wuxiang shook his head, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he said something that surprised all the disciples in the audience.

"You can do it!"

Chu Ming said indifferently, the white robe on his body was cold, the wind was swollen, looking at the wind without phase, there were countless starlight shuttling in his eyes.

"I only have one move, and if you can break it, I'll throw in the towel."

Feng Wuxiang said slowly, at this moment, its momentum changed, in Chu Ming's perception, in front of him, there was not a person at all, but a cloud and a fog, hazy, virtual and real, true and false.

"Cloud Water Killing Realm!"

Puff puff puff.....

In the murmur of the wind, clouds were born out of thin air, rain fell out of thin air, and a gray mist descended from the sky, like a mysterious illusion, and the disciples in the audience saw the clouds coming and going, only Mo Ling, Ning Fei and others could see the essence of it.

With a gentle push of Feng Wuxiang's hands, this cloud and mist shrouded towards Chu Ming, the speed was extremely fast, Chu Ming's gaze froze, and when the white mist approached him three meters, he instantly took out his sword.

Sou!

The conjugate sword slashed a dazzling arc in the air, and an extremely dazzling sword light burst out from it, as if the scorching sun was rising, melting gold and iron, and the surrounding air was completely evaporated in an instant.

Burst!

However, to Chu Ming's surprise, the sword light did not disperse the white mist, but passed through it, and the white mist still fluttered towards him.

Rumble!

In the blink of an eye, the white mist completely enveloped Chu Ming.

Offstage, watching the white mist envelop Chu Ming, Gu Muling said lightly: "Chu Ming is going to lose!" ”

"Why?"

Next to him, there was an inner disciple who was close to him, named Yuan Buhuan, who asked suspiciously at the moment.

"Feng Wuxiang comprehended the artistic conception of the cloud and the artistic conception of killing, he combined these two artistic conceptions to create a move Yunshui Killing Realm, in which the void and the real are real, the attack is completely indistinguishable, even if it is an invincible martial artist of the True Dao, if you enter it, you will be grinded to death, Chu Ming's strength is not weak, but if you are shrouded in the Yunshui Killing Realm, you will be defeated."

Gu Muling was short in stature, but the aura on his body was too strong, and the tall Yuan Buhuan stood next to him, but he looked inconspicuous.

Hearing Gu Muling's words, Yuan Buhuan nodded as if he didn't understand, although he had different opinions in his heart, but saying it at this moment would make the two of them unhappy.

In the mist, around Chu Ming, there were countless flowing clouds, these flowing clouds were endless, and there were endless killing opportunities in the plain, Chu Ming could only keep raising his sword to resist, the clanging sound sounded continuously, and Chu Ming was shocked and kept retreating.

Tear and pull!

A trace of flowing clouds passed through Chu Ming's sword blade, and instantly blew on Chu Ming's white robe, a wisp of white robe was blown away, and under the skin of Chu Ming's body, there was a rudimentary form of mysterious power rules, and the flowing clouds were blown on it and were instantly bounced away.

"It seems that it can only be broken by force."

Chu Ming said silently, raising the conjugate sword with both hands, the spirit and spirit were raised to the peak in an instant, countless sword path aurora flew in Chu Ming's mind, and a white and bright cloud flashed in Chu Ming's sword, and the space around him was suddenly viscous like flowing water.

"Flowing clouds like water!"

Puff puff puff.....

Chu Ming swung out a sword, and the heavens and the earth were quiet, followed by the sound of the air bursting. It was like the two parts of heaven and earth, the original white mist, centered on the sword light, cut horizontally from the middle, and then in the surprised eyes of everyone, the gray-white mist slowly dissipated....

Call!

Feng Wuxiang exhaled deeply and said, "I'm defeated!" ”

After speaking, he slowly returned to his seat, his eyes as calm as water.

"Chu Mingsheng, get a point!"

The inner door deacon announced.

Offstage, Gu Muling saw that Chu Ming had won, his face was a little unsightly, he just said that Chu Ming would lose, and in a blink of an eye, Chu Ming won, the speed of this slap in the face made him unexpected.

The game was carried out one by one, the speed was extremely fast, and in the two hundred and seventy-ninth game, Ying Qiange met He Wuwu, everyone originally thought it was an evenly matched battle, but to everyone's surprise, in just ten moves, He Wuwu was defeated by Ying Qiange strongly.

As the game progressed to the later stages, the top ten Tianjiao and the five new stars in the inner door encountered more and more frequently, and the competition became more and more fierce.

In the 280th game, Liu Wuyan faced Liu Yidao, the two of them are both five new stars, and Liu Yidao defeated He Wuwu strongly before, raising his prestige to the peak.

And Liu Wuyan's strength is also not to be underestimated, and the disciples after the top ten in the inner gate can't hold three moves in his hands.

"This competition can completely determine the ranking of Liu Yidao and Liu Wuyan among the five new stars!"

A disciple said in amazement, his eyes looking at the stage, faintly hot.

"I'm still more optimistic about Liu Yidao, after all, before this, he defeated He Wuwu."

Next to him, a disciple said.

He Wuwu has now become Liu Yidao's stepping stone, and now as long as someone mentions Liu Yidao, he will automatically add He Wuwu to compare with him.

This is the battle between victory and defeat, the road of pride, a little careless, will become a stepping stone for others.

"Liu Yidao is not weak, but who can be sure that Liu Wuyan has done his best before."

The disciple retorted.

On the stage, Liu Wuyan and Liu Yidao stood at both ends of the ring separately, staring at each other tightly, and at the same time, two momentum rose rapidly on the bodies of the two, one was as sharp as a knife, and the other was like a dormant giant beast slowly waking up, majestic.