Chapter 838: The Duel Begins!

Dugu Old Ancestor frowned slightly, but his gaze at Yang Yifeng flashed imperceptibly.

Yang Yifeng's sword realm, when there is no one else except him today, Dugu Ancestor has no doubt about this, but Yang Yifeng's own realm restricts the use of his swordsmanship and swordsmanship, and when facing these top sword dao Tianjiao, absolute strength is his biggest flaw.

But under Yang Yifeng's calm expression, he clearly felt the invincible belief in the depths of his eyes.

How similar is it to your former self?

That's a look of longing for battle!

That's the confidence to be able to crush your opponent!

That's the arrogance of contempt for the heroes of the world!

"If I had met him when I was young, I might have shattered the void with my sword!"

Dugu Old Ancestor said secretly.

Although he still couldn't believe that Yang Yifeng could stand out, this belief made him appreciate.

"Top 19 elimination showdown, start now, please invite the two players from No. 1 to appear!"

The host's voice became grand, overcoming the previous tension and excitement, and now it was majestic and decent.

Thirty-seven people, one bye to advance, a total of 18 people were eliminated, and the top 19 remained.

Laugh at!

Boom!

Two completely different sounds came from the player's seat, and under the gaze of one after another, two kendo Tianjiao jumped up, one light and elegant, and the other shook the ground.

But they were all extremely fast, and they were in the huge ring in a flash.

As the first game, the luck of the two is undoubtedly second only to the bye, and they have a break for at least 17 matchups after the fight. Even if the No. 1 draw in the second round of the knockout round is enough for them to return to peak condition, of course, provided that the injury is not serious.

"Hander. Please advise. ”

"Wang Yang. You're no match for me, throw in the towel. ”

"The same words to you. ”

"I don't know what I can't do, look at the sword!"

The first duel officially began with the two of them talking more and more crazy than the other, and in an instant, the sword intent was raging.

A sword light is like water, water condenses everything, can be rigid and soft, ever-changing, light and elegant, the killing machine is hidden, and it can turn into a cold killing machine at any time, and Yang Yifeng's eyes lit up.

The supreme realm of jukedo is extremely soft and rigid!

Amazingly, this young man is no longer as simple as overcoming rigidity with softness, but he has transcended the extreme of jule swordsmanship, but he can be rigid and soft, ever-changing, and the use of sword intent energy has reached an incredible level.

The other is that the sword is wide open and closed, like splashing ink mountains and rivers, scolding Fang Xuan's pride, and revealing the majestic atmosphere of great ingenuity!

It was so strong that it was difficult to distinguish for a while.

Offstage, the disciples of the Sword Sect were fascinated and delighted.

Non-Sword Sect disciples also saw it and exclaimed.

The first game was so amazing, you can imagine how exciting the next kendo peak talent showdown will be!

Jun Moxiao and Mei Sihan both frowned slightly, feeling like a mountain of pressure.

As the strongest contemporary kendo Tianjiao of the Sword Sect, he has absolute confidence in his own strength, but when he saw the first battle that had just begun, the two of them felt that the two of them who were fighting were no less than them.

"Man's wife, how sure are you about the two of them?"

"I don't know. ”

Mei Sihan said directly.

"That's a five-five-five? Alas, it seems that Senior Brother, I'm really going to work hard this time...... As the responsibility of the Sword Sect, you must not lose the face of the Sword Sect!"

"Senior brother, life is more important than face. ”

After Yang Yifeng heard it, he patted Jun Moxiao's shoulder and said.

"Little junior brother, this is different, sometimes face is more important than life. Our Sword Sect is the first sword path holy land, but now it is being driven by a group of sword path Tianjiao to ride on the neck to compete for the sword pool place, this is no longer a competition for the sword pool, but a collective to slap our sword sect in the face...... If we can't even enter the top ten, won't the First Kendo Holy Land become the object of other people's jokes?"

"Finally, to say something. Mei Sihan glanced at Jun Mo and said coldly, then looked at Yang Yifeng: "Desperately working is our business, and it has nothing to do with you." You just arrived at the Sword Sect, the Sword Sect didn't give you anything, and you don't owe the Sword Sect anything, although you are a disciple of the Sword Sect. And we are different, we grew up in the Sword Sect since childhood, and the face of the Sword Sect is our face, even if it is with our lives, we must maintain it!"

Yang Yifeng was slightly moved.

Sword Sect, he really doesn't have any sense of belonging, whether it's the sect master, or the elder, what's it? There is no consciousness to fulfill the promise to open the sword pool for him, but he is thinking of ways to obstruct it everywhere. Tian Duoguang's actions were instructed by the three elders at regular intervals. And how could the Sword Sect Sect Master, Great Elder, and the others not know?

Who has stepped in?

Not even a word of justice came out.

But Dugu Old Ancestor and Ye Qinghong are all people who are worthy of his respect and sincerely help him. The two in front of him, Jun Moxiao and Mei Sihan, are also good people, although he and the two of them have only met two or three times, and they have not had much contact.

"Senior sister is too outward. Since I joined the Sword Sect, the Sword Sect is my family. Hitting the sword sect in the face is slapping me Yang Jiuxuan's face. There are people who dare to hit me in the face, but there are really no people who can hit me in the face. So, senior brother, senior sister, you don't have to work hard, it's not me who brags~ force, let me tell you, I'm very strong!"

Yang Yifeng touched his nose and looked at the two of them and said very seriously.

"......" Both of them had black lines on their faces, and Jun Mo smiled and subconsciously said, "How strong?"

"I don't know exactly how strong it is. Anyway, I'll play first, and you'll see how strong I am later. ”

Yang Yifeng said confidently.

"Okay, it's a good thing that the little junior brother can have such a belief, just do your best, to be honest, you are stronger than both of us, but you still need time to grow, there is no need to be the same as us. In case we are all defeated and die, it will be up to you to regain face for the Sword Sect in the future, remember each of them, and when you reach the peak of the Merge Realm, challenge them one by one, and trample them all under your feet!"

Jun Moxiao's expression finally became more serious and said to Yang Yifeng.

"Forget it, you don't believe me. ”

Yang Yifeng looked worried.

Although Jun Moxiao's words were relaxed, Yang Yifeng could feel that he and Mei Sihan were ready to fight to the death.

This is what really touched Yang Yifeng's inner weakness.

In the past Jiuyang Palace, so many brothers and sisters who were as lovely and respectable as Jun Moxiao and Mei Sihan were all because of him, who died defending the dignity and glory of Jiuyang Palace!

In the first duel, it took half an hour to finally decide the winner.

Han De, who was both rigid and soft, hit Wang Yang hard and forced him into a desperate situation, and Wang Yang's master rescued Wang Yang and directly admitted defeat.

The second game then began, although the two sides were still very strong, but compared to the duel between Han De and Wang Yang, it was a step worse, not because of poor strength, but because of the slight disparity in strength between the two.

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