Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, and for a time no one spoke.

"Hahaha, since none of you are on it, then the Western Swordsman Wang Ming will be the first to go up, dare to ask who will teach you?"

There was a loud laugh, and then there was a black shadow, flying from the crowd, and appeared in the ring in an instant, it was a young man with a cold face, about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, holding a black long sword in his right hand, and a fourfold cultivation of the Yuan Realm, which was undoubtedly revealed.

"I'm coming!"

A young man in a yellow robe, jumping from the crowd, was in the ring, the two looked at each other from a distance, and there was a trace of killing intent in his eyes, the young man in the yellow robe was not weak, and he also had the cultivation of the fourfold realm of returning to the Yuan realm.

Sou!

After hesitating for a moment, Wang Ming instantly took out his sword, and a sharp sword light burst out from the black long sword, and the white waves rolled, and in an instant, he was in front of the yellow-robed young man, which was extremely weird.

Dingding.....

The yellow-robed young man also took out his sword in an instant, and the tips of the two long swords touched and strangled, and in an instant, they collided thousands of times, and countless sparks burst out from between the two, like a rain of fire.

Click!

The sword light flew, the yellow-robed young man's eyes were cold, and the long sword in his hand swept in an instant, and a terrifying red sword light cut out horizontally, and the air exploded, splitting in two from the middle, rolling towards both sides.

Scold!

Wang Ming was shocked in his heart, his right foot tapped the ground, and he began to retreat in an instant, and at the same time, he held the sword in his right hand and slashed out against the trend, like a black dragon roaring, slashing horizontally towards the sky, slashing horizontally, and the sky darkened.

Rumble!

The two sword lights collided, and the red and white lights intertwined brightly, changing the color of the air as a rendering, like a firework blooming.

Puff puff......

The sword group broke from the middle, turned into sword light powder and quickly drifted around, Wang Ming was shocked, at this time, behind the sword group, there was another red light blooming, Wang Ming wanted to retreat, as if he understood his thoughts, the yellow-robed young man took a step forward, and the sword light chased after him.

"Poof.....

The long swords clashed, a mouthful of blood spurted out of Wang Ming's mouth, and his body regressed in an instant, embarrassed, although the difference between the cultivation of the two was not large, but the sword path of the yellow-robed young man was obviously more subtle. Wang Ming's flaws can always be found in the subtleties.

These flaws were originally not obvious, but as the battle progressed, these flaws were continuously amplified by the yellow-robed youth, and quickly became a key factor affecting success or failure.

"Admit it!"

The yellow-robed young man said lightly, recognizing that it was Wang Ming, the Western Swordsman, and he dared to come up, so he naturally had some confidence in his heart.

"Humph!"

Wang Ming, the western swordsman, snorted coldly and jumped out of the ring.

Although he lost, it doesn't mean that he lost the opportunity, every player who participates has three chances to challenge, and only in this way can the final three be decided.

"I'll do it next!"

A clear voice sounded, and then a gray-robed young man jumped into the ring, his face extremely arrogant, showing the characteristics of a swordsman.

......

A game was carried out, and it was just some appetizers at the beginning, although it was intense, but people like Qianxue Sword Hu Xueqi, Lin Xuan and others who sealed their throats with a sword could not come to the stage now, they had to wait until the end.

Every time the champion is defeated, the accumulation of these consecutive victories has to be counted again, so a full half a day has passed, and the martial artists who have accumulated the most consecutive victories are only seven or eight.

At this time, some of the more powerful swordsmen began to shoot, and another ring match ended, the champion is called Zhao Lei, a fourfold swordsman in the Guiyuan Realm, and his kendo comprehension is relatively strong, otherwise, it would not have been supported until now, and he has won eight consecutive victories.

"I'll do this one!"

A cold voice sounded, and then everyone saw Qianxue Sword Hu Xueqi gently open his eyes and slowly walk towards the ring, his steps were gentle, but they were extremely depressed, making people breathless.

In the ring, Zhao Lei's face changed, he knew that it was impossible for him to enter the Sword Peak, so the main purpose of his coming to participate in the Hundred Battles Ring was to show off, and Hu Xueqi's performance exceeded his expectations.

Chu Ming also had some surprises, but he felt that it was reasonable, swordsmen like Qianxue Sword Hu Xueqi were arrogant in their hearts, in their hearts, they must think that they could get the quota, in this case, why waste time here, it is better to let the hundred battles ring end quickly.

"You can do it!"

Standing opposite Zhao Lei, Hu Xueqi said with an indifferent expression, although he did not draw his sword, but the qi was tightly locked on Zhao Lei's body.

Standing opposite Hu Xueqi, Zhao Lei was under great pressure, and a fine bead of sweat slowly flowed down his forehead.

Sou!

Hu Xueqi's voice just fell. Zhao Lei quickly held the sword, turned into a sharp black shadow, and stabbed towards Hu Xueqi, the white waves rolled, full of coldness, Hu Xueqi's face remained unchanged, until Zhao Lei entered within three meters, and still did not draw the sword.

Scold!

Everyone saw a flower in front of them, but they just felt a gust of wind blowing, and they found that Hu Xueqi's figure was blurred, and he had reached the other side of the ring, and a trace of blood beads were falling in the air, extremely bright.

Zhao Lei looked down and saw that there was a deep blood mark on his abdomen, and he could even see the internal organs vaguely, which was extremely miserable.

"I throw in the towel!"

Zhao Lei was terrified in his heart, and at the same time, there was also some horror, Hu Xueqi's sword was really terrifying, just one move, he would defeat him, if you wanted his life, it would be effortless.

Hu Xueqi gently wiped the blood beads on the sword, and his face was extremely calm.

"Who's next!"

Hu Xueqi said lightly, his eyes swept over the people under the ring, and finally landed behind Lin Xuan with a sword to seal his throat, but Lin Xuan obviously didn't want to meet Hu Xueqi so soon, so he pretended not to see it.

"I'm coming!"

A white-robed young swordsman, jumping into the ring for the rest of his life, with Hu Xueqi's sword speed just now, the fourfold powerhouse of the Guiyuan Realm has no qualifications to let him play the sword at all, and only the fivefold powerhouse of the Guiyuan Realm can pose some threats to him.

And this white-robed young swordsman is a five-fold swordsman in the Guiyuan Realm, ten years ago, he was also a well-known swordsman in the Northern Underworld, and his strength was not bad, but the back waves of the Yangtze River pushed the front waves, and now Hu Xueqi already has the strength to make him pay attention.

"Let's get out of the sword!"

Hu Xueqi still said lightly, to be honest, in his heart, there are not many people present who can pose a threat to him, although the white-robed young swordsman has a higher cultivation than him, but he is not among them.

"Damn!"

Being so despised by Hu Xueqi, the white-robed young swordsman was ruthless in his heart, the blue on his waist was instantly unsheathed, and a trace of water droplets floated in the air, forming a subtle white water wave, he broke out from the center of the water wave, like a white dragon in the water, stabbing towards Hu Xueqi.