Three days later, there were only ten Yin Yang players left who came to participate in the competition.

These ten people are all geniuses of the entire Yin and Yang Realm, and the highest strength is the Eighth Order Supreme Human Realm.

Zihui came to Wushuang Square with Mo Fan and Xuanzi early in the morning, the weather was hot at this time, but there were still thousands of disciples of the Wushuang Sword Sect who came to watch, of course, all the characters in the Yin and Yang world who were a little faceless also rushed over, and no one wanted to miss such a wonderful competition.

Due to the large number of people, a large screen was installed directly behind the entire ring, and the large screen could just see the game in the ring.

And the ring is also new, it is a square ring with a length of 20 meters, in front of the ring is the main seat of Su Nantian and Su Binhai, and behind the two is the deputy seat of people with certain strength in the yin and yang world.

Zihui was very stylish and touched Mo Fan's light and sat in the seat of the second seat.

Before Zihui sat down, there were a few old men who forced him, saying that he was so strong, how to let the three boys who had not grown up all sit there, Su Nantian was also very angry after hearing this, and directly asked people to throw these old men into the sea and feed the sharks.

Of course, in front of the public, Su Nantian will definitely have a good relationship with Mo Fan, and their task is to poison Mo Fan's wine and poison Mo Fan tonight when the banquet is set up.

Why do you want to hold a banquet, in fact, it is to get engaged to the two on the spot for the master who won the first place, and the evening is also a celebration.

When Zihui sat in the second seat, he also saw Su Qianqian's appearance, she looked only eighteen or nineteen years old, wearing a Hanfu, and she looked lifelike in the breeze.

As for the figure and appearance, Zihui is not too focused, in short, compared with Su Qianqian and Jin Xiaohong, Jin Xiaohong is more beautiful.

But when the ten disciples who came to participate in the competition saw Su Qianqian, they all drooped, as if they had never seen a beautiful woman in their lives.

Zihui looked up and down at the ten players sitting on the side of the ring, and suddenly, Zihui saw an old acquaintance, Xu Chenggong!

Zihui squinted his eyes and looked at Xu Chenggong: "Why is this guy here?" ”

Xuanzi sat next to Zihui: "Huh? ”

Zihui looked at Xu Chenggong: "The one who looks very similar to Caixu Kun is the Xu Chenggong I mentioned to you, but I didn't expect him to come to participate in this competition." ”

Zihui can feel that Xu Chenggong's strength has reached the first-order saint realm today, and he has to admit that Xu Chenggong is also a master of the younger generation.

Soon, a middle-aged man who looked to be about thirty years old and wore a black suit walked up to the ring, the middle-aged man held the microphone and said with a smile: "Hello everyone, after three days of competition, ten young players with the best strength in the yin and yang world have finally been selected, so let me talk about the rules of this competition..."

The man said a lot of useless things in a daze, nothing more than going all out, don't kill the other party or something, and the rules of victory are very simple, whoever can stand in the ring last will win.

This rule is more bloody, and the first one to go up will inevitably suffer, but the peerless sword sect is set like this, and there is nothing others can do.

However, there is a rule that is still better, that is, if no one has come up to the stage to challenge, the person in the ring will win directly after a minute.

"Good! The race starts now! ”

“.…”

Who's on first?

No one wants to go first.

….

"No one is on !!"

After about five minutes, he still didn't dare to go into the ring.

The disciples in the audience began to discuss.

Suddenly, an old voice came from behind Zihui. "Flying dust, go up!"

Zihui turned his head and saw that ten people were sitting behind Zihui, and they should be the masters or relatives of these ten people who participated in the competition.

The man known as Feichen nodded, and an extremely large machete instantly appeared in his hand, and this knife was his natal flying sword.

Feichen quickly walked to the ring, a majestic sword qi gushed out, Zihui's pupils shrank slightly, and his strength actually reached the eighth order.

Zihui couldn't help but gasp.

Zihui's strength improved so quickly because he went to the Dark Netherworld, if Feichen hadn't been there, then his talent was too strong.

"Hongfeng, up!" Suddenly, a voice came from behind Zihui.

Hongfeng slowly got up, a spear appeared in his hand, and slowly walked to the ring.

Zihui saw that the strength emitted by Hongfeng was a first-order saint.

Generally, the Natal Flying Sword can be practiced in the Saint Realm, so everyone present has practiced the Natal Flying Sword.

"Down, Ke Feichen, loose cultivation."

"Below, Lan Hongfeng, day by day."

After the two of them signed up together, the war started in an instant.

Bang!

The weapons in the hands of the two collided violently, sending out powerful air waves directly from the middle of the ring to the surroundings.

Rumble!

The air burst open, and the two of them retreated in unison.

Lan Hongfeng took ten steps backwards before stopping, while Ke Feichen took two steps back and stopped.

Lan Hongfeng's face turned pale, the gap between the eighth-order supreme and the first-order saint was not a little bit after all.

Ke Feichen took the big knife in his hand, stared at Lan Hongfeng and said, "Dude, you can't do it, go down, you're not my opponent..."

It can be said that Ke Feichen is quite smart, after all, there are eight people behind Lan Hongfeng, even if his real realm comes up one by one, he will definitely be defeated, so he simply persuades the opponent to retreat and retain his strength.

Lan Hongfeng showed a disdainful look and said lightly: "Don't be so arrogant! ”

Then, Lan Hongfeng quickly waved the spear in his hand, the speed had reached a speed that was indistinct to the naked eye, and in an instant, Lan Hongfeng appeared beside Ke Feichen and stabbed him with one shot.

Ke Feichen had completely anticipated Lan Hongfeng's move, he raised his sword to block, bell! The sound of weapons colliding spread, and Ke Feichen blocked Lan Hongfeng's shot.

"Give me death!" Ke Feichen showed a murderous aura and kicked at Lan Hongfeng, who was directly kicked out by Ke Feichen.

Lan Hongfeng lay on the ground in embarrassment.

Ke Feichen smiled: "Give up, you are not my opponent!" ”

At this time, a voice came from behind Zihui: "Hongfeng, don't be reluctant, come down." ”

Lan Hongfeng stared at Ke Feichen deadly, then picked up the spear and walked down.

"Good!" The disciples in the audience applauded in unison and said loudly.

Su Nantian nodded with satisfaction and looked at Su Bihai: "This kid is good...."

Su Bihai also nodded: "Although this kid is a loose cultivator, his strength has reached the eighth order, which is a miracle for the younger generation of masters in the Yin and Yang Realm." ”

"Yes..."Su Nantian nodded and sighed.

At this time, the voice of the loudspeaker rang out: "Okay, let's count down to sixty seconds... Sixty....fifty-nine...."

Then, another person stepped into the ring, this person's name was Bai Hongfei, and his strength was only a third-order saint.

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