The two returned to the arena, and the game just began.

Eighty people, this time twenty will be eliminated.

Aside from the ten Spirit Sect players from each of the four empires, only twenty places were for the other players.

All Whirling has to do is win one of the places.

The contestants were quickly decided.

Fu Ling's opponent is a player from the Northern Empire, a ninth-level spirit general, and an ice spirit root!

The player that Fu Ling dealt with before was a fourth-level spirit general, the fire system.

Now this one is a full five levels higher than before, and the cultivation span is large, but because the spirit of the whisk has a light spirit root, and he defeated the fourth-level spirit general before, the people present are looking forward to it.

Expect this match to be won by the Whirling or by the players from the Northern Empire?

In the ring, the students of the Northern Empire looked at Fu Ling and said, "Miss Ye San, you ......"

The Beilin player looked at Fu Ling and didn't know what to say.

Letting Fu Ling admit defeat will make people think that he looks down on Fu Ling.

But in fact, he didn't think so, he just felt that Fu Ling's identity was a little embarrassing for him.

If he beats the Whisk Spirit out of the way, after returning to the empire, if His Majesty asks, how will he explain?

Seeing that he wanted to speak and stopped, Fu Ling's mind moved and understood.

"You don't have to worry about anything." Fu Ling looked at the young man in a white robe and said, "The competition is to do your best. ”

Hearing Fu Ling say this, the young man breathed a sigh of relief: "Please also ask Miss Ye San to do her best, I want to understand, what is the difference between the light system spirit root?" ”

"Do what you can."

"Okay." The boy fell, raised his hand and grabbed it somewhere in the ring, and a long sword flew into his hand.

Whirling saw that the boy had taken a weapon, and he had also taken a sword.

She doesn't have a hobby of taking on white blades empty-handed.

The young man's body moved, and he attacked directly towards the Whisker.

"Sonorous!"

The swords collided with each other, making a crisp sound.

The moment he blocked the young man's weapon, Fu Ling's hand was numb from the shock.

"Hoo ......"

The white mist drifted out and drifted towards the Whisk Spirit.

The moment the white mist drifted in, Fu Ling instantly felt a biting chill.

Almost instantly, Whisk stepped back sharply, distancing himself from the boy.

The young man saw Fu Ling retreating, raised his hand and waved, and the sword qi instantly flew towards Fu Ling.

"Bang Bang"

The spirit flew away to dodge, and the sword qi tribe was empty, hitting the enchantment.

Both attacks were dodged by the Whisk, and the young man's heart was aroused, and he no longer cared about the identity of the Whisk, and the sword was suspended in front of him.

The young man's hands were sealed, and several ice-blue swords appeared, merging with the ice sword.

"Go!"

The young man clapped his hands, and seven sharp swords flew towards the Whirling with a roar.

"Whew!"

"Sonorous!"

Whisk Spirit swung his sword and slashed at several of them, crashing into the real sword at once.

The moment Fu Ling stopped the real sword, the young man who was ten meters away just now suddenly appeared in front of Fu Ling.

The moment the young man grabbed the hilt of the sword, the cold air spread forward along the sword body, condensed into a sharp blade at the top, and with a snort, the ice blade pierced into the shoulder of the writh!

Condensing the ice blade, increasing the length, and piercing the shoulder is only a matter of moments.

The ice blade pierced into his skin, and Whirling immediately felt a biting coldness.

"Bang!"

Fu Ling's right hand slapped at the ice blade, the ice blade broke, and before the boy could retreat, Fu Ling raised his foot and kicked out.

The young man retracted his abdomen at the moment when the spirit kicked out, but he couldn't avoid being kicked.

"Poof!"

The sword slashed horizontally.

When the young man retreated, he was swept by the sword qi, and the clothes on his body were cut out, revealing a red mark on his chest.