Under the separate attacks of Gao Yan and Yu Zhang, the number of players on the field is gradually decreasing.

Those who have real strength, even if they are found by the two, can get out of the way, and those who are not qualified to enter the finals will naturally be eliminated quickly.

Because the two of them are racing, they don't stop to play their best against one person in the field. This made almost all the players on the field choose to avoid it, hoping that the time would pass quickly, and the number of players would reach twenty as soon as possible.

Finally, half an hour later, the long-awaited sound of the mountain drum sounded again, and the melodious drum sound fell, making the remaining eighteen people breathe a sigh of relief.

Yu Zhang and Gao Yan were out of breath, and met again in the center of the stage, Gao Yan asked in a stiff tone, "How many have you solved?"

Yu Zhang smiled and replied, "No more, no less, fifteen whole." ”

After hearing this, Gao Yan shook his head and left, his tone a little displeased: "Unfortunately, I am also fifteen." Since there is no winner today, let's go back on the day of the final. ”

After seeing him leave, Yu Zhang stretched his waist, slackened his muscles, a smile welled up on the corner of his mouth, and muttered: "Is it a free thug, it's really good..."

After a short break, it was time for the final knockout round of the 13th Youth Spirit Fighting Tournament.

Since it was the last game of the finale, it made a lot of people a little nervous.

Players will be worried about whether they will be able to make the most of their final chance to advance, and the crowd will be looking forward to the final match of the day.

After the start of the game, the fifty players present were a little too cautious, and no one dared to act rashly.

Somewhere on the dueling platform, on Xiao Ling's head, eight beautiful flying swords flew again, and the surging spiritual power faintly emanated outward, warning others not to provoke him.

In the other part of the dueling platform, Xiao Ju was still young and did not be equipped with any spiritual weapons or weapons, which caused many people to choose him as the target of the battle.

He clenched his fists lightly, and the invisible air flow surrounded his body, which was also a posture of preparedness.

The positions of the players gradually began to become clear, and most of them worked in pairs to win one-on-one.

As if the audience defaulted, because there were no people like Jin Haoyang, Gao Yan, and Yu Chang who took the initiative to make outstanding contributions to the schedule, most people chose to fight one-on-one for the sake of insurance, and did not interfere with others.

The reason why this default rule can be formed is also because most of the contestants are famous disciples with family education and dignity, and they are not mixed with ruthless outsiders.

Under such seemingly fair rules, if everyone in the audience chooses one-on-one, then there will be twenty-five people left in the end.

How do you decide who the extra five are?

After discovering this loophole, a small group of people are not ready to follow the rules, but want to disrupt the fights of others, or to protect themselves and avoid all battles.

The field was half chaotic, half regular, and the better thing was that there was no scene where everyone looked at each other and did not act on each other.

The road is narrow, or perhaps it is the deliberate arrangement of the City Lord's Mansion, Xiao Ling and Heiyan City Ning Wu met again.

The two then fought and fought in the second round for a duel that had not been fought last time.

Just as striking as these two are there is another place.

A combination of a man in green and a woman in pink swept away many players who passed by, and there was no chance to fight back.

Seeing the attire of these two people, there were well-informed people in the audience who recognized them: "Luhua City Manjia and Yongjuan City Hejia!"

They are the other two strongest players in the foreign forces, no wonder they have such superior strength.

They roamed around the field, specially selecting those who had weak spiritual power fluctuations, and one by one, in just a quarter of an hour, at least five elite players were eliminated by them.

The two of them wandered and gradually approached the battle circle where Xiao Ling and Ning Wu were.

At this time, Xiao Ling was fighting fiercely with Ning Wu.

The flying sword above Xiao Ling's head was doubled and copied again from eight to sixteen, and the flying sword rotated horizontally, twisting all the black stones that came from the flying surface to pieces.

Moreover, behind and below Xiao Ling, there were also all kinds of earth-based spiritual attacks. His attack style has a lot of similarities with Kim Haoyang, and it is also difficult.

Xiao Ling stepped on two flying swords, and actually flew up in the air, dodging the rock spikes below. At the same time, there were also six flying swords spinning at high speed behind him, perfectly receiving all of Ning Wu's attacks.

"I didn't expect you to fly!" Ning Wu's eyes lit up, staring at Xiao Ling in mid-air, gritting his teeth a little.

Those who have not reached the realm of the Spirit King can also fly in the air with various spiritual techniques, but the spiritual power to be consumed cannot be underestimated, under normal circumstances, it will not be used for a long time, but in this frightening battle, it is natural to use all means.

Whether it is Jin Haoyang or Ning Wu, their earth-based spiritual skills have one of the biggest shortcomings, that is, their air dominance is worrisome.

But there is also one of the biggest advantages, that is, the earth element can be found everywhere, as long as you step on the earth or get close to the earth, the power can be exerted exponentially.

And the phantom sword technique used by Xiao Ling did not need to taboo the spiritual defense characteristics of Black Rock, but also could fight in the air, so that Ning Wu could not use his strength.

It can be said that if the spiritual power level is on the same level, Xiao Ling's advantage over Shang Ning Wu is infinite.

Xiao Ling ignored Ning Wu's anger, and with a wave of the palm of his right hand, eight of the sixteen flying swords shot out, like a white aurora, reaching Ning Wu's location at an extremely fast speed.

Ning Wu's reaction was also extremely fast, the moment Xiao Ling raised his right hand, he had already launched the defensive spirit technique, and a thick stone wall rose from the ground, blocking in front of him, and at the same time, the same stone wall rose in the three directions of the left and right, avoiding the extremely fast flying sword from changing its trajectory and sneaking up on the weak point.

But Xiao Ling did not change the trajectory of the flying sword, and the eight flying swords, none of which missed, all crashed into the stone wall.

I saw that eight holes appeared in the stone wall, and with these eight holes as a starting point, countless cracks spread out to the surroundings, and the stone wall collapsed violently.

But at the same time, seven of the eight flying swords also disappeared, leaving only one of them, still floating quietly in the air.

The other seven handfuls did not leave any debris, did not leave any traces of existence, as if from beginning to end, the seven were just hallucinations, but the eight holes in the wall were real.

Seeing this, Ning Wu remembered what his father had told him before leaving: "There is a young man named Xiao Ling in Gaochuan City, his illusion swordsmanship seems to be real and illusory, you think it is true, but it is actually an illusion, you think it is an illusion, but it can really cause damage, be extra careful." ”

"Is this the Phantom Sword Technique..."Ning Wu muttered, and his eyes looked at Xiao Ling a little more solemn.

"It seems that you have to be eliminated here, otherwise it will be another hard battle in the finals..."

After he muttered in a low voice, his hands suddenly sealed, and at Xiao Ling's feet, a thick black stone pillar rose into the sky, wanting to hit Xiao Ling in the air.

Xiao Ling controlled the two flying swords under his feet, and easily dodged Ning Wu's attack, but immediately after, several stone pillars rushed into the air one after another, forcing Xiao Ling to dodge again and again.

But Xiao Ling was not prepared to dodge without attacking, and while moving, he also put his hands together and began to seal.

The flying sword in front of Ning Wu's body suddenly shook and buzzed, and it was divided into two again, two into four, splitting at a speed that was difficult for the naked eye to keep up with, and finally turned into sixteen flying swords of the same kind.

plus the eight around Xiao Ling, a total of twenty-four!

After summoning so many flying swords, Xiao Ling's speed in the air was also significantly slower.

"Sixteen rounds of flurry!"

Xiao Ling snorted lightly, and sixteen flying swords locked the enemy like a mad bee, attacking Ning Wu from different directions.

Ning Wu raised the stone wall in front of him again, he was inside the stone wall, and he only heard the crisp sound of iron tools colliding with rocks, but the four stone walls did not collapse, they were just precarious.

Ning Wu touched the ground with his palm again, urging his spiritual power to repair the stone wall.

I thought that the attack would continue but it didn't come, and Ning Wu couldn't see the situation outside inside the stone wall, so he could only judge by the sound, but there was no sound outside.

"What's going on?"

Ning Wu was puzzled, and suddenly felt a hint of coldness coming from the top of his head, with his intuition from years of fighting, he knew that the attack was coming from above!

But he realized it a little late after all, and even though he dodged to the side, he was still cut in the chest by two flying swords, and red blood flowed out.

He originally thought that the stone wall was built high enough, and Xiao Ling couldn't see the situation inside from a distance, and even if he attacked from above, his accuracy would be greatly reduced.

In his previous battles, his opponent would try to attack from above the hole when he couldn't attack from the plane. But at this time, the opponent's rhythm will change and he will panic, and he can use the footsteps from the ground, or even pressure sensing, to make a sudden counterattack.

It is similar to the semicircular hard shell used by Jin Haoyang in the second round of Tianchang.

But Xiao Ling was floating in mid-air, and without stepping on the ground, this trick could not be realized.

"I miscalculated, I knew that I should have listened to my father's words and prepared a spiritual technique against Xiao Ling, which almost made me arrogant and caused me to lose this duel. ”

"But although I didn't listen to my father, I prepared another trick myself..."

A sinister smile suddenly appeared on his honest face, and he shattered the two flying swords that had injured him and disappeared, and removed the four stone walls.

He suddenly shouted outward, "Up!!"

In an instant, a green-clothed figure and a pink-clothed figure flew out from two directions, rushing towards Xiao Ling in the air with a raging momentum.