"The competition is over, and Xiang Yang wins. Xiang Yun announced the results of this meeting.

The audience suddenly became noisy, this disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Villa, his cultivation is just a spiritual vein, but he can defeat Xue Jing of Tianxue Valley in the middle of the Heavenly Realm, this is really incredible, and Xiang Yang returned to the audience in the midst of everyone's discussion.

"Xiang Yang, you have done a good job of martial arts this time, let us Wanjian Villa raise our eyebrows well, haha. Elder Lin said excitedly, Xiang Yang's defeat of Jingxue in Tianxue Valley also means that Ten Thousand Swords Villa has entered the top ten, which makes Elder Lin, who has deep feelings for the sect, not excited.

"The disciple is just doing his best. Xiang Yang shook his head and said, he knew that even if he had come to this point, there was a lot of luck, and the strength of Tian Zhuo, who had stopped at the twentieth ranking, was far stronger than himself, but he had encountered a much more powerful sword without a trace than him in advance, with the strength of the level of sword without a trace, I am afraid that there are few opponents in the younger generation, and I am afraid that none of the Ten Thousand Swords Villa plus the master is an opponent of the sword without a trace.

Therefore, Xiang Yang was not as happy as he imagined, against the Tianxue Valley Jingxue in the middle of the Heavenly Realm, he was already able to make himself so difficult, so what about the late Heavenly Entering Stage, the peak of the Heavenly Entry?

The competition is still continuing, and Xiang Yang is just seizing the time to recover the true yuan he lost in the last match, because today he is going to finish all the competitions directly, and there is not much time to rest.

After Qingyuan and others also came to the stage, they didn't expect Qingyuan to directly face their fellow Qingli, and after Qingyuan fought with him for more than ten moves, he beat Qingli and waved his hand again and again, saying that he couldn't come, he couldn't come.

Soon, the second round was completely over, and the strong man who made Xiang Yang noteworthy was Qingyuan of the Tianyun Sect, Jian Wuxian and Jian Yue of the Divine Sword Gate, and the Seven Star Sword Sect's Xingzi Pickers, and the outer disciples sent by the Douwu Hall were defeated by themselves, and the other was also defeated by the Xingzi, which was also relatively miserable, as a disciple of the Douwu Palace, he originally expected to shine in this martial arts, and then get the attention of the sect and be directly promoted to the inner disciples of the sect, but both of them were all defeated outside the twenty, which made Xiang Yun, who presided over the Douwu Palace, have no luster on his faceAfter all, it is indeed a disgraceful thing for a disciple from the Douwu Hall to be hanged and beaten by the sect of the country.

At this time, Xiang Yun walked out and said lightly: "The third round of the competition has ended, and a total of 11 disciples have successfully entered the next round, but in order to directly determine the top eight, it was decided to draw five people to directly enter the top eight, and the remaining six people need to participate in the extra round, the list of lottery has come out, they are: Xiang Yang, Jian Yue, Xingzi, Yanagi Saburo, Qingyuan, the remaining disciples will have an extra match, in order to ensure fairness, the disciples who participate in the extra game, whether they win or lose, will get the Guiyuan Pill of my Douwu Hall to supplement the true yuan lost by the plus race group, okay, my words are finished, let's continue. ”

Hearing Xiang Yun's announcement, Xiang Yang only felt a lot more relaxed, although he could get Guiyuan Dan in the extra game, but if he had to play one more round, the possibility of losing was also great, after all, most of the people who stayed in the top 11 were not idle, thinking of this, Xiang Yang couldn't help but be glad that his luck was good.

The playoff began, the first one was Jian Wuxi, against Xin Hu of the Flying Dragon Faction, Xin Hu saw the invincible general existence of Jian Wuxian in the third round of his match, his face immediately became the color of pig liver, and he was about to cry, at this time his heart was broken, why did he overcome all the obstacles all the way, he had come to this point, why did he have an extra match, and he was still encountering this pervert, at this time Xin Hu thought in a blink of an eye, anyway, he couldn't beat it, if he was accidentally defeated by Jian Wuji, in case he was injured somewhere, it would be bad if he delayed his practice, so Xin Hu had an idea in his heart。

And the sword on the other side is traceless because of Jian Beiyan's instructions, so he is not ready to continue to win this game, since the task of the sect is completed, then he will just let the water go and let the opponent win.

So Jian Wuxian flew lightly to the competition square, a robe danced in the wind, quite a floating swordsman, Xin Hu also flew into the competition square, after seeing the breath and heroic posture of the sword without a trace, this Xin Fox actually trembled in both legs, Jian Wuxian saw the corner of his mouth twitched, do you want to lose to this goods?

The two stood quietly like this, without saying a word, Xiang Yun saw that the two of them were almost ready, so he said, "Let's start."

Jian Wuxian pointed his sword at Xin Hu, and said lightly: "Come on, I'll let you go first." ”

At this time, Jian Wuxian had already planned it, and he was going to deliberately pretend that he couldn't resist when this Xin Hu attacked him, and took the opportunity to fly down the martial arts arena, so that he looked decent, and it was a good explanation to the Douwu Hall and the Divine Sword Gate, and Jian Wuxian at this time was also amazed by his ingenuity.

And the corner of Xin Hu's mouth snorted, and he shouted: "Today, I will let you see the power of my Flying Dragon Sect, see the move!"

After that, Xin Hu had already rushed over, the corners of Jian Wuji's mouth hooked slightly, and his heart was finally over, but the next scene made his jaw almost crooked - this Xin Hu rushed over with a shout, and when he was halfway through, he rolled into the air and fell directly outside the competition square, falling to the ground looking weak.

"Ahem, you deserve to be the heir of the Divine Sword Sect...... If I can be defeated by you, I have no regrets in my life...... Ahem...... Xin Hu said as he fell to the ground looking "painful", looking as if he had been seriously injured by a sword without a trace.

Jian Wuxian looked at Xin Hu with a confused expression, and roared in his heart, obviously you fell by yourself, okay! I haven't made a move yet, I said!!

"Wow, the sword is so powerful. "Although I expected Jian Wuxian to win, I didn't expect to win so quickly......" "How did Jian Wuxian do this trick to shoot Fei Xin Fox in the air, I feel like I don't even have a real yuan...... "You know a basket, people are masters." ”

The martial artists in the audience discussed one after another, blowing the sword without a trace to a god, and the corners of the sword without a trace on the stage twitched wildly, the imagination of these people was too rich.

Xiang Yun really saw through all this, he had already seen that this competition was completely Xin Hu's own initiative to fall, but it didn't matter, the gap between Xin Hu and Jian Wuxian was indeed incomparable, and Xiang Yun could understand Xin Hu's approach.

"In this battle, the sword won without a trace. Xiang Yun shouted out the results of the competition, and finally ended this farce, and the audience was even more clamoured, Jian Wuxian had completely made a name for himself in this competition.

"Master, didn't Senior Brother Wuji say that he was going to lose just now, why did he still win. Jian Yue asked.

"Hehe, without a trace, he really wants to lose, but the other side wants to lose more than him. Jian Beiyan touched his white beard and smiled.

"......" Jian Yue also seemed to understand, and couldn't help but be speechless for a while.

When everyone didn't pay attention, Xin Hu stood up quietly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile: Cut, I want Uncle Ben to cut you and then hurt Uncle Ben, tsk, I didn't expect Uncle Ben to be so witty, hahaha.

After that, Xin Hu walked away, and Jian Wuxian returned to Jian Yue and Jian Bei with an embarrassed face.

Next, the competition is still continuing, the next two fights are more anxious, it took a long time to completely separate the winners and losers, by this time, the top eight places of the fighting martial arts have been produced, they are Xiang Yang, Liu Sheng Saburo, Jian Wuji, Jian Yueyan, Qingyuan, Gu Zhen, Xingzi, Ji Ping eight people.

At this time, Xiang Yun spoke again: "The top eight have come out this time, these eight are the real powerhouses of this Douwu Mountain Range, and the disciples who get the top eight, our Douwu Hall will give a reward for the victory, maybe some people are not convinced, saying that there are people in it who are weaker than themselves, but in fact, you are eliminated, and luck itself is part of the strength." Without further ado, the next step is our Final Four battle, the rules are the same as the previous auditions, but this time the opponents should almost be familiar, think about the countermeasures. ”

Xiang Yun said, the semi-finals officially kicked off, the disciples on the field were very nervous, Xiang Yang's mentality was relatively indifferent, no matter who it was, just try your best to fight, win or lose will only be known after hard work. On the other side, Xingzi and the others have been praying in their hearts that they will never encounter the pervert of Sword Without a Trace.

Soon, under the flickering light and shadow of the square boulder in front of the square, the battle information of the first battle of the top four battle has been obtained-Jian Wuji VS Jian Yue. Seeing this, Xingzi and the others breathed a sigh of relief, the infighting between these two disciples of the Divine Sword Sect was not bad.

"Wow, Senior Brother Without a Trace, it seems like I was scolding you. Jian Yue said with a smile.

"Haha, how do you want to fight, senior brother, senior brother will let you be in the limelight. Jian Wuxian looked at Jian Yue dotingly and smiled.

"Hee-hee, let's go up and have some fun. Jian Yue flew into the square after saying that, and then Jian Wuxian also flew in, and for a while, the two looked at each other with their swords, which caused the disciples in the audience to discuss again.

"You see, this time it's an infighting between two disciples of the Divine Sword Sect, Jian Yue and Jian Wuji. "It's going to be exciting. "You say, how many rounds can that female disciple of the Divine Sword Sect last in the sword without a trace?" "Three moves at most, haha, I can't wait to see the battle between them." ”

Xiang Yun saw that the two people in the field were almost ready, so he motioned for the two to start.

Soon, the two began to "fight", which was completely different from the imaginary painting style, and the disciples below twitched the corners of their mouths wildly, and roared in their hearts What kind of thing is this fighting!!

The two of them didn't use the slightest bit of true yuan at all, let alone any sword energy, Jian Yue ran with his sword and chased after Jian Wuxian to cut it, Jian Wuxian couldn't stop fleeing, after chasing more than ten times, he simply jumped out of the competition square, this battle, Jian Yue won.