He was tall and big, and there were three deep scars on the left side of his face, almost disfigured, so his face was a little terrifying, his eyes were like bloodthirsty demons, and the terrifying aura emanating from his body was terrifying.

Ma Zheng's swordsmanship is completely different from what Lu Rui has encountered, his moves are ruthless, he picks at the Achilles heel, and his sword speed is very fast, and his strength is also very domineering, he has a four-foot-long heavy sword in his hand, which is said to be able to cut a carriage, you can imagine how profound this person's martial arts are.

The two took off to confront each other, no matter up or down, Lu Rui turned around and attacked Ma Zheng with sword qi, Ma Zheng split left and right, seeing that these moves did not work on Ma Zheng, and then Lu Rui gathered his internal force to launch the final blow.

In terms of strength, Lu Rui is naturally superior, even if Ma Zheng is not easy to deal with, as long as Lu Rui wants to win, Ma Zheng is just a matter of time for him, and it is not a good thing that he can improve his swordsmanship skills during the battle.

With Lu Rui's incomparably cold move, Ma Zheng reacted too slowly due to excessive internal force consumption, and unfortunately hit the trick, and his internal organs were shaken a few times, and then Ma Zheng half-knelt on the ground with a painful expression, and the blood in his mouth immediately spurted out.

The sword competition between the two can be described as a wonderful feast, and the swordsmen watching the battle below were all shocked by the exquisite and powerful swordsmanship of these two people.

Ma Zheng knew that he was not Lu Rui's opponent, but he didn't want to admit defeat like this, he could fight again.

Ma Zheng endured the pain and slowly stood up, the sword in his hand couldn't help but clench a little, wiped the blood from his mouth casually, and said to Lu Rui: "Come again." ”

After speaking, hold the sword and make an offensive move.

Lu Rui stretched out his hand and made a "please" action, but the surface was still cold and silent.

Ma Zheng's sharp sword qi slashed left and right and attacked Lu Rui head-on, Lu Rui flew up to dodge, Ma Zheng followed Lu Rui's pace and also rose into the air, and the power of the sword qi that flew away increased several times.

Lu Rui was not afraid to face the enemy directly, slashing sideways, swinging horizontally, and stabbing himself, Ma Zheng didn't dodge a single move, the pain in his body had made him unable to support it, and Ma Zheng fell heavily to the ground from a height of more than a zhang.

He looked at the clear sky, clouds of white clouds floated in front of his eyes, his lips trembled uncontrollably, he was unwilling to lose like this, he wanted to become a powerful swordsman, but there were too many obstacles on the way, there were too many people who were more powerful than him, he really tried his best.

Suddenly, Lu Rui's cold and handsome face was reflected in front of him, Lu Rui stretched out his hand towards him, Ma Zheng was in a trance for a moment, and he didn't move for a long time.

Lu Rui maintained such an action and did not make a sound.

After a while, Ma Zheng stretched out his broad palm, and Lu Rui's arm pulled him up a little harder.

"Thank you." Ma Zheng thanked him unfamiliarly.

"You're welcome." After Lu Rui replied to him, he let go of his hand and walked out of the ring alone.

At this moment, Que Yi'an is in the ring.

Li Yi's competition has begun, and the one who is fighting against him is Fang Sanxing, a disciple of the Fengdian faction, who has only been in the sect for four years, and has won the appreciation of the elders of the sect with his outstanding martial arts talents, and ranks third in the swordsmanship of the disciples of the Fengdian faction, and is a rare martial arts wizard.

However, the character is domineering, not only self-esteem and arrogance, which is a disadvantage.

Seeing that Li Yi did not draw his sword when he was fighting him, he arrogantly pointed at Li Yi and said, "Why, my dignified Fengdian Sect disciple is not worthy of you to draw your sword?" ”

Li Yi looked at the broken mark in his hand, and opened his lips slightly: "The sword is out of the sheath, revealing its edge, and the son may be difficult to win." ”

Fang Sanxing's narrow eyes looked at the sword in his hand and sneered: "What an arrogant tone, then let me see how you can win me." ”

As soon as the words fell, Fang Sanxing immediately rushed towards Li Yi with his sword, his eyes were full of murderous aura, and he quickly circled behind Li Yi with his sect light skills, wanting to give him a fatal blow.

Li Yi stood on the ground without changing his color, glanced back with his afterglow, and then leaned slightly to block Fang Sanxing's sword with the hilt of the sword, and then shook him out of a zhang with a palm of internal force, and after seeing his embarrassed appearance, Li Yi handsomely withdrew the hilt of the sword and hung it on the side of his leg.

Fang San, who had suffered a loss, woke up with a hideous expression, like an enraged tiger, and walked away with his sword again.

Fang Sanxing's several attacks seemed to blow the dust, and they couldn't hurt Li Yi at all.

Fang San, who was injured, woke up and saw that Li Yi was still calm, the sword in his hand was held tighter, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he charged up to launch the fog to float.

The fog is the unique martial arts of the Fengdian faction, and there are no more than ten people who can practice this faction.

As soon as the fog floated out, three identical Fang Sanxing suddenly appeared in the sky above Li Yi, forming a triangle, and if he could launch this move, his martial arts were not weak.

Suddenly, the three figures stabbed at Li Yi at the same time, and Li Yi rotated on the spot and kept responding to the enemy with the hilt of his sword, without the slightest intention of making a sword.

Fang Sanxing was even more annoyed when he saw this, no one dared to be so arrogant in front of him, he simply didn't take him seriously.

The three clones fought against Li Yi, the real Fang Sanxing hid above Li Yi's head, and when Li Yi's internal force was almost consumed, Fang Sanxing suddenly flew down.

Li Yi already knew that these three were just his clones, although the swordsmanship of these three people was no different from that of a real person, but the internal force would not deceive people, and when he confronted it, the internal force of these three people was differentiated, saying that the yin real person was not among them at all.

Li Yi's body descended vertically, almost close to the ground, and greeted Fang Sanxing's sword from the sky head-on.

Fang Sanxing's fatal blow was defused, Li Yi stood up, and after a few moves, he interrupted the sword in Fang Sanxing's hand, and used the hilt of the sword to repel Fang Sanxing more than a foot away.

The collision between the sword and the ground made a crisp sound, and Fang San woke up but was already weak.

Fang Cai's three doppelgangers had already consumed a lot of his internal strength, and coupled with the confrontation with Li Yi, his internal strength had been exhausted.

The two Fengdian sect disciples who were watching the battle hurriedly ran to the stage to help Fang Sanxing up, and after Fang Sanxing could barely stand, one of the disciples went to pick up the sword.

Fang Sanxing stared at Li Yi with hateful eyes, and he didn't retract his gaze until he got off the stage.

Liu Yutong looked at Li Yi and walked off the stage in a dignified manner, but he defeated Fang Sanxing in half an hour, and his steps were light, saying that Yin didn't do his best at all just now, and his martial arts were so high at a young age, he was a difficult character to deal with.

As soon as the principal's gong and drum beat to announce Li Yi's victory, and then began to report the contestants for the next round, Liu Yutong heard his name and walked onto the stage.

Wu Pan, who was sitting in the audience, followed Li Yi, he habitually touched his chin, and the martial arts swordsmanship used by Li Yi gave him a sense of déjà vu, he seemed to have seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while, and it wasn't until Li Yi stepped into the crowd that Wu Pan withdrew his thoughts.