Soon, all the warriors were drawn.

"In the first game, No. 1 Qin Feng vs. No. 2 Han Rong ......"

Xu Feng fell from the high platform on the north side and stood in the middle of the ring. He nodded to the surprised referee and motioned for him to arbitrate the match.

Han Rong showed a hint of pride. Qin Feng was like an old monk in his meditation, and there was not the slightest wave on his face.

Borrowing Xu Feng's two guts, he didn't dare to help Han Rong in a grand manner, so he could only make some small moves behind his back. In the ring, what really plays a decisive role is strength! If strength is insufficient, all external help can only be in vain.

"This battle should be the most exciting duel in this preliminary exam. Therefore, I cancel the choice of bare-handed combat or blade combat......" Xu Feng said slowly, "The two players can choose to face the enemy with bare hands or weapons at will, and there is no need to unify opinions. Everything is aimed at defeating the opponent and achieving victory...... Do you know that?"

Han Rong replied loudly and clearly, but Qin Feng ignored it.

A gloomy look flashed in Xu Feng's eyes, he took three steps back, and said in a deep voice: "Then, the first competition begins!"

"Qin Feng...... Take out your set of vicious and weird fist techniques, and see if you can hurt me?" Han Rong sneered, and shot directly, his palm shadow was like a mountain, and he pressed hard against Qin Feng!

"Barbarian-level inferior combat skills, Bailie palm technique?" Qin Feng raised his eyes and recognized Han Rong's combat skills, and his cross arm resisted.

The crackling sound was endless, and in an instant, Han Rong attacked dozens of palms, and the majestic blood qi surged endlessly, colliding with Qin Feng's arms, and a ring-shaped air flow visible to the naked eye spread out to the surroundings.

Qin Feng took a half step back slightly, and his arms felt a tingling. His face was a little dignified, Han Rong's strength was undoubtedly much stronger than Han Xi's, and he actually caused Qin Feng's level of flesh to be shocked by a trace of shock.

Of course, this is also because Han Rong's realm is two levels higher than Qin Feng's. If Qin Feng was in the martial arts realm, it would definitely be much easier to fight against Han Rong.

"Come again!" Han Rong took a deep breath, "Bailie Palm Technique, Gale Wind!"

The blood is surging, the storm is raging, and the surging palm power is coming from the air!

Qin Feng lunged forward, wrapped in fiery blood with a punch, and attacked him. He used the Yan Po Fist Technique, and the power of the fist was as hot as a red-hot soldering iron, and the air was slightly distorted, which was the embodiment of the Yan Po Fist Method's cultivation to the Transformation Realm.

"Boom!"

Under the confrontation of the two blood qi, the wind was shining! Qin Feng's scorching blood qi wrapped in the Yan Breaking Fist method actually rolled back and did not invade Han Rong's body.

It seems that Han Rong did take precautions, he drummed up his blood qi and blocked the extremely penetrating scorching aura of the Yan Po Fist Method!

"Hmph, I see what other tricks you have?" Han Rong shouted, "Bailie Palm Technique, Fierce Dust!"

The sand and rocks flying on the ring are filled, and in the wind and sand in the sky, there seem to be hundreds of palm shadows rushing in!

Qin Feng's face was calm and constant, the soles of his feet were full of blood and qi, and his Fengxing footwork was displayed, and his whole person was like a willow leaf, floating and retreating, avoiding this blow unusually elegantly.

Han Rong roared, drumming up his blood, and the palm shadow in the sky attacked Qin Feng. However, Qin Feng was not in a hurry or impatient, he used the Fengxing footwork that had already entered the transformation realm, and with the help of his palm power, he avoided Han Rong's attack weakly! Although Han Rong's attack was fierce, he couldn't even touch the corners of Qin Feng's clothes.

Xu Feng's eyebrows furrowed slightly, if it continues like this, no matter how strong Han Rong's blood qi is, he will have to consume it first, and then he can only let Qin Feng slaughter it. Thinking of this, his lips moved slightly, wrapped a few words in blood, and sent them to Han Rong's ear.

When Han Rong was trying to pursue, two words suddenly sounded in his ears: "Use a sword!"

Han Rong was slightly stunned, and immediately reacted! He pulled out a long sword with purple light flashing with his backhand, and with a long roar, he attacked Qin Feng!

Qin Feng paused and stopped. Han Rong attacked with a sword, not like a palm technique, he could dodge with the help of Gangfeng.

In a warrior fight, if one side holds a sword and the other fights empty-handed, then the side with the weapon will undoubtedly take advantage of it. Even in the battle of high-level martial artists, the role of a high-level beast soul weapon should not be underestimated.

Qin Feng swirled his right hand and pulled out a swarthy long sword from the storage ring. This was his newly refined Yanhu Sword, which finally came in handy.

There were a few crisp sounds, and the beast soul swords of the two clashed for a few rounds.

Han Rong originally thought that Qin Feng was good at palm techniques, and his swordsmanship should not be very good. But when he really fought, he found that Qin Feng's swordsmanship was exquisite, and it was even more powerful than his palm technique!

Just a few sword encounters, Han Rong was really shocked into a cold sweat, and he felt that there was a faint coiling force in Qin Feng's sword path, which almost made him lose his long sword.

Xu Feng also saw a hint of the doorway, and while he was surprised, his lips moved again, giving Han Rong a good lesson.

"The degree of swordsmanship can't be compared, so you can fight with your sword skills and win with your blood strength!"

Han Rong's eyes lit up when he heard Xu Feng's guidance! He held the sword in both hands, his blood and qi suddenly condensed, and he slashed towards Qin Feng: "Qin Feng, eat me with one move, split the ground and slash!"

Qin Feng was known as the left-handed Sword Emperor in his previous life, and he was basically clear about the desolate and barbarian sword skills! This move is the first move in the barbarian-level lower-grade sword technique [Seven Splitting Sword Technique], and the power is quite not weak.

"In front of me...... Perform your sword skills?"

There was a trace of disdain in the depths of Qin Feng's eyes, and the Yan Tiger Sword suddenly roared, and the rolling blood qi climbed up to Jian Feng, and the phantom of a black Yan Tiger loomed.

"Liaoyuan Seven Swords First Style, Starfire!"

The Yanhu Sword in Qin Feng's hand was in full bloom, and on the ground of the ring, dots of black flames lit up, and they were quickly connected!

The black flames were agitated, and they actually had the potential to burn the prairies. Each cluster of black fire was condensed by Qin Feng's fire attribute blood qi, and its power was far superior to that of ordinary mortal fire.

Sneer......

Han Rong's move split the ground, and the surging blood and qi maple blade walked close to the ground, but it was silently devoured by the dotted black flames. Immediately afterwards, the connected sparks suddenly spread and rolled directly towards Han Rong!

A scorching flame aura rushed first, Han Rong was secretly surprised in his heart, raised his long sword, and slammed it into the ground, billowing blood qi around the surface of his body, forming a circle of blood qi defense, trying to resist Qin Feng's sword skills.

As soon as the black tongue of fire licked, Han Rong's trouser leg turned into flying ashes, and the blood qi defense he laid down only lasted a few seconds before it collapsed!

When Han Rong's face changed drastically, Qin Feng pointed at his sword with an expressionless face, and the black flames all over the ground seemed to have found their target, and swept towards Han Rong in the center together.

"Sparks!"