Under the gaze of everyone in the field, Xing Zhiyi suddenly moved.

Lightning-like a sideways turn, he dodged Wei Chaoqun's stick that was enough to melt gold and break the stone by a fraction of a second!

Wow!

The clothes on Xing Zhiyi's chest, affected by the heat wave on Wei Chaoqun's weapons, actually burned directly.

The fire broke out instantly.

Xing Zhiyi's face showed pain, and he hurriedly retreated a few steps, leaving Wei Chaoqun's attack range.

As a martial artist at the peak of the eighth grade, although Xing Zhiyi's weapons were destroyed, his body and internal strength were still there.

Flashed ten paces away in an instant.

Wipe your right hand on your chest from top to bottom.

The flames on the clothes were extinguished instantly, and the clothes on the chest were directly burned out of a large hole, revealing the burned skin inside.

Wei Chaoqun missed the blow, and the light of the weapon in his hand became even hotter.

This dodge happened in just a few seconds.

Airplanes!

With a trill, Wei Chaoqun's momentum suddenly skyrocketed, and the metal rod in his hand became even hotter.

"Xing Zhiyi! Today I'm going to use your failures to forge my rank on the leaderboard! ”

The pinnacle of the seventh grade, if you can defeat a higher-level martial artist in one fell swoop.

According to the rules of the Kyushu Battle Power Rankings, they will be directly promoted!

The warriors on the combat power list challenge each other very frequently, after everyone's summary and exploration.

The following specific rules for the top grade of the battle are that if you lose first, you will be weak, and if you lose second, you will replace it.

Wei Chaoqun is already the pinnacle of the seventh grade.

If you defeat a martial artist above the eighth rank at one time, no matter what stage the opponent is at the eighth rank, you will immediately be promoted to the eighth rank, which is the premise.

But Xing Zhiyi is not an ordinary eight-rank master, but a martial artist at the peak of the eight-rank rank.

If Wei Chaoqun can directly defeat Xing Zhiyi, his combat power will directly jump to the eighth rank high stage, which is slightly weaker than the peak of the eighth grade, and become a veritable top master at the whole Yanxia level.

Of course, if Wei Chaoqun can defeat Xing Zhiyi twice in a row.

Then their combat power rankings will be reversed, Xing Zhiyi will fall to the eighth rank high, and Wei Chaoqun will become the peak of the eighth grade.

In any case, Wei Chaoqun is now the best chance in his martial arts career.

Won the battle, from the peak of the seventh grade to the high section of the eighth grade, jumped three levels in a row!

This kind of feat is very rare in high-frequency stage battles, and it is enough to make him famous all over the world!

The battle intent in Wei Chaoqun's eyes reached its peak, and suddenly his body changed, his legs kicked the ground suddenly, and an afterimage crossed the air, rushing towards Xing Zhiyi like a gale.

The people in the audience were suddenly a little dazzled. Wei Chaoqun's figure will turn into three, and then become five, each holding a hot alloy stick that is enough to melt everything.

The heat wave in the air seemed to have skyrocketed by three to five times.

Wei Chaoqun was still four or five meters away from the target.

Xing Zhiyi, who was at the center of the opponent's battle intent lock, the ends of his hair began to turn yellow and curly, and the skin on his face was red from the air, and the blood vessels under the skin could almost be seen.

Everyone felt dazzled, and they couldn't tell where Wei Chaoqun's real killing move was.

Chen Tianao was extremely calm, staring at a certain point in the field, and suddenly said loudly.

"It's over."

Han Yupeng and Han Feng were suddenly startled, and the two of them stood up suddenly, neither of them bothered to turn their heads to look at Chen Tianao, their expressions were extremely nervous, and they stared at the field.

Suddenly, a smile rose at the corner of Xing Zhiyi's mouth.

With a swing of his sleeve, his right hand slashed through the air.

"Here comes the sword!"

With a roar from the peak master of the eighth grade, the water vapor condensed in the empty palm of his right hand, and suddenly quickly formed a transparent strip-shaped ice blade.

Han Xinrui, who was opposite, changed his face slightly, and stood up with surprise in his eyes.

"Actually condensed ice into a sword!"

Everyone watching the battle watched Xing Zhiyi, and within a second, a meter-long sharp ice cube condensed in his hand.

Weapons, there is!

At this moment, Wei Chaoqun's three or five phantoms merged into one in a blink of an eye, appeared two meters in front of Xing Zhiyi, suddenly accelerated, and swept directly with a stick.

A smile appeared at the corner of Xing Zhiyi's mouth, his body changed, and he took a step back suddenly, flicking his wrist at the same time in the surprised eyes of everyone.

Shout!

That ice sword was thrown out by him directly as a javelin!

The ice sword struck through the air, with domineering power, and within a tenth of a second, it suddenly hit the alloy stick in Wei Chaoqun's hand.

Bang!

With a loud bang, the ice sword instantly collapsed, and the alloy rod was unharmed, but the huge strength of the air also made Wei Chaoqun's body stagnate, and the momentum of the strong attack was gone!

Wei Chaoqun's face changed, his posture instantly changed from offense to defense, and his hand holding the stick trembled.

Xing Zhiyi's face was happy.

"Come again!"

Brush!

With a grip on his right hand, another ice sword was condensed in an instant, and he threw it out without saying a word.

Wei Chaoqun was embarrassed and will hold the stick to his chest to block the fatal blow.

Click!

There was another crisp sound, and the ice sword hit the alloy stick again, and the muscles of Wei Chaoqun's hands suddenly bulged, and he received a huge impact, and there were slight cracks on his skin, and a trace of blood oozed out.

Unable to attack anymore, Wei Chaoqun involuntarily took half a step back.

Xing Zhiyi laughed wildly and jumped directly into the air.

Condescendingly, the left and right hands are held at the same time.

"Come again!"

Brush!

The two ice swords instantly condensed into his hand again.

Wei Chaoqun's eyes widened, looking at Xing Zhiyi in mid-air, his face was full of unwillingness, gritting his teeth, at the moment when the other party was about to throw the ice sword over.

"Throw in the towel! Don't fight! ”

After speaking, Wei Chaoqun directly retreated and jumped out of the arena.

Airplanes!

The crowd watching the battle wanted to boil the boiling water in the pot, and the discussion exploded directly.

The winner is decided!

There is really no need to fight again.

Xing Zhiyi, this guy, after being pressed to the ground and crushed by Chen Tianao, his brain actually opened up.

I don't play close-quarters, but I play long-range.

This is the real skill!

Xing Zhiyi's internal strength and body style were originally higher than Wei Chaoqun.

Before, he relied too much on swordsmanship against the enemy, and the advantage in strength, when he was fighting in close combat, he was instantly leveled by the superiority in Wei Chaoqun's weapons, resulting in the destruction of the long sword.

However, after relieving himself, Xing Zhiyi decided to fly a kite......

The sword-wielding hero has become a sword-throwing hero.

Xing Zhiyi's cultivation of true qi, the condensed ice sword, is definitely inferior to the physical sword in terms of strength.

But he's got a foothold in him!

The body is fast, throwing out a sword and a sword, this kind of obscene style of play directly makes Wei Chaoqun desperate.

What could he do? The stick mixed with superalloy, Wei Chaoqun could never be thrown out.

You can't catch up at close range, and if you are consumed at a distance, it's over sooner or later.

Surrender decisively.

Chen Tianao stood outside the arena and nodded, and commented lightly.

"It's still quite wise, both sides are smart people."

Han Yue, the head of the Han family, stood up on the referee's bench and announced it directly in public.

"In the first game, Han Yupeng's side won!"

Boom, there was a burst of fierce applause on the sidelines.

Han Xinrui's brows furrowed slightly, but her expression was quite calm.

After all, it is a seven-grade fight against eight-grade, and if she loses, she is afraid that she has already prepared.

Xing Zhiyi's performance can still turn the tables in a sudden contrarian trend, and he is fully worthy of the demeanor of the peak master of the eighth grade.

Han Yupeng sat on the chair with a cloudy expression.

Yes, he won this game.

But why not be happy at all?

On the contrary, there is a strong sense of loss, and there is an indescribable grievance, blocked in the chest.

Han Yupeng slowly turned his head and looked at Chen Tianao.

Chen Tianao deliberately took out a peach-sized peerless diamond and shook it in front of the other party, and under the fire of the diamond, Han Dashao's eyes looked particularly gloomy.

Ignoring the other party's expression, Chen Tianao's tone was indifferent.

"Han Dashao, congratulations on winning this game! 100 million in cash, remember to call me today, you know, I don't accept credit. ”