"Then let's go, cute Fog Boy, it's best if you like the name. Qin Chengming put the messed books back in their original places and put them in place, and led the fog boy to Zhixu Peak.

It's time to go to the cultivation tower, get used to practicing every day, and feel uncomfortable if you don't practice for a day.

Time soon came to the second day, after an afternoon and a night of fermentation, everyone knew that the top ten on the dragon list this time were related to the "Dragon Pool" and "Trial Space", and there were more people watching the battle.

Qin Chengming is still standing in the middle of the competition ring, today's venue is even more empty, because the number of people has been further reduced, there are only more than 700 people left, today according to the reason will be three competitions, and after three games, the top 100 on the dragon list will be directly produced.

The number of people was even smaller, and the fighting spirit of these disciples left behind filled the venue, creating an even stronger tense atmosphere than before.

A bell rings, and it officially begins.

"No. 11621 vs. No. 333, No. 1 Ring" Today's first competition is himself, Qin Chengming did not panic at all, and walked to the ** ring.

The man on the stage is a seventh-level qi refiner, one level lower than himself.

After coming on stage, the man opposite hugged his sword and said hello: "Jue Xiaofeng, Yan Kuan." Seven Levels of Qi Refining"

Qin Chengming is the same: "Qingzhu Peak, Qin Chengming." Eight times of Qi refining"

Hearing the three words of Qingzhu Peak, Yan Kuan's expression relaxed, obviously thinking that he would not have a fierce battle, and no longer took the matter of Qin Chengming's realm higher than himself to heart.

"Senior brother, be careful. After Yan Kuan said a word, he drew his long sword, and the earthy yellow light flowed on it.

Qin Chengming also drew his sword and took a defensive posture.

Yan Kuan was unceremonious, jumped up, and in the air, three sword shadows shot towards Qin Chengming.

Qin Chengming's Evergreen Gong Gong was running, a sword cut horizontally, shattered the two sword shadows, blocked the attacking long sword, rushed forward, and secretly punched Yan Kuan's heart with his left hand.

Yan Kuan obviously didn't expect Qin Chengming to give up the advantage of the long sword's long distance and fight with him at close range, thinking: It's just right, let you clearly recognize the power of the Dragon Dao's melee techniques, and you will have a long memory in the future!

Thinking in his heart, the movement was not slow at all, the long sword in his right hand and Qin Chengming's long sword were tied to each other, so that no one could move, the left fist came first, the two of them fought hard with their fists, when they struck, the spiritual power was sharp, and after one blow, they were separated from the fist, Qin Chengming's eightfold immortal skill of refining qi could only fight with Yan Kuan's sevenfold dragon dao.

After Yan Kuan saw the result, he was even more disdainful in his heart, but he increased the spiritual power in his hand, and his movements were faster, and he was about to slap Qin Chengming's abdomen, trying to make the spiritual power in his palm penetrate his dantian.

Qin Chengming threw himself into the battle, how could he not notice it, his left palm was another punch, fist to palm, and the two of them returned at the same time again without success, Qin Chengming hurriedly took the opportunity to draw out the long sword in his right hand.

At this time, the temptation has been completed, although this Yan Kuan's cultivation is one realm lower than his own, he can't win with his Evergreen Skill alone, Qin Chengming has made up his mind in his heart, and he will defend first with the Soul Sword Technique, and win with a single blow from the Creatures.

Qin Chengming's long sword stabbed directly, but Yan Kuan wanted to continue the melee combat, and he was about to stick to it as soon as he dodged, how could Qin Chengming get his wish, the living swordsmanship was used, and a green sword curtain blocked in front of the two of them.

Yan Kuan naturally couldn't use his flesh and blood to resist the sword curtain, so he had no choice but to fill the long sword with spiritual power, trying to break through the face with a point and attack the sword curtain strongly.

Under Yan Kuan's attack, the sword curtain was like the surface of the water, where the point was, it would sink, but there was no trace of breaking, and it was like a spider web with excellent toughness, hitting in the middle, but the surrounding sword curtain was wrapped, and it was about to strangle Yan Kuan's arm, forcing Yan Kuan to quickly retreat, this slimy defensive swordsmanship disturbed Yan Kuan.

The two of them attacked one and defended the other, and their feet were constantly wandering, and the sword curtain and the long sword that were struck out complemented each other, and no one could help anyone.

The reason why Qin Chengming kept wandering was because he wanted to force Yan Kuan into a corner, and then cast a blow to the living soul to ensure that he hit Yan Kuan, otherwise he might be dodged by Yan Kuan.

Continue to swim for two minutes, there is still no chance, Qin Chengming is also anxious, the spiritual power in his body is not much, today is to fight three battles, he must prepare for the next battle.

And the opponent Yan Kuan, the swordsmanship has also evolved from no flaws to a big opening and closing, and he wants to use greater power to break through Qin Chengming's swordsmanship.

Qin Chengming saw the opportunity, and when Yan Kuan struggled to smash his sword curtain into his own sword curtain, he suddenly withdrew the sword curtain, and at the same time, his body retreated rapidly, and his half-masked face was full of panicked expressions.

Yan Kuan was already impatient, he didn't expect this sword to be meritorious at all, and suddenly saw the sword curtain in front of him that had been bothering him for a long time disappearing, and then Qin Chengming fled backwards with a panicked face, Yan Kuan immediately decided: "He has no spiritual power! Good opportunity! I knew that such a tightly defended sword law would require a huge amount of spiritual power to use, not to mention that he had held on for so long, he should have been unable to support it a long time ago." ”

Yan Kuan's spiritual power sank, injected into his legs, his feet slammed on the ground, his shoes were torn by this sudden explosive force, Yan Kuan's bare feet rushed towards Qin Chengming with a sword like a cannonball.

Qin Chengming saw this Yan Kuan rushing towards him quickly, his panicked face was full of helplessness and disbelief, as if he couldn't believe that Yan Kuan was so much faster than himself.

Yan Kuan saw Qin Chengming's expression clearly in the process of rushing towards Qin Chengming, and his heart was extremely happy and excited: As long as I am faster and catch up with this Qingzhu Peak kid, I, Yan Kuan, will become famous, in front of so many people, defeat the Seventh Rank of Qi Refining head-on, and the palm will be able to discover my potential, maybe it is possible to accept me as a disciple, haha.

With another force under his feet, Yan Kuan used the fastest speed he had ever made, holding a long sword, looking at Qin Chengming's dantian, and stabbing it with a sword!

Qin Chengming's body retreated rapidly, and he kept calculating in his heart. The distance is getting closer...... Until, Yan Kuan, who was already extremely fast, was a little faster again, and the panicked expression on Qin Chengming's face changed, revealing a smile: "It's over." ”

Yan Kuan's sword tip was only less than twenty centimeters away from Qin Chengming's dantian, and the happy expression on his face was stunned after seeing Qin Chengming's expression and words, and the cold hairs on his body stood on end: his speed was so fast, he had already lost any adaptability! It was too late to retreat!

A long sword shining with a tender green brilliance struck forward, and the tip of the sword was in the middle of Yan Kuan's sword tip containing earthy yellow spiritual power.

Click, under Yan Kuan's hellish clarity, after the long sword in Yan Kuan's hand touched Qin Chengming's long sword, it shattered inch by inch, and the tip of the tender green and brilliant sword stopped at Yan Kuan's throat.