"Bufan vs. Meng Xing, start!"

The old man's voice fell, and Meng Xing's figure in the field flickered rapidly, leaving a trail of afterimages on the entire huge arena.

Meng Bufan stood quietly in place, as if he had no interest in the more and more afterimages around him, and as if he didn't perceive any danger.

Meng Xing, the genius of the Chixiao Sect, the peak realm of the Spirit Mansion.

At this time, Meng Xing urged his body martial arts, and one after another afterimages were all over Meng Bufan's surroundings, ready to launch a fatal blow at any time.

"Young Sect Master, Bu Fan ......"

Lin Wu frowned slightly, seeing that Meng Bufan seemed to be caught in Meng Xing's martial arts, but he hadn't made the slightest move, he couldn't help but be a little worried.

Tang Xiaoyu said softly: "Meng Xing is a wind-attribute monk, he stands out among many geniuses with his superb speed, if he is allowed to completely use his speed, even the realm of Lingfu Perfection will be in great trouble." ”

Although he is shy, Tang Xiaoyu is by no means ambiguous about other important things.

For the geniuses who participated in the Dragon and Phoenix List among the other major forces, Limeng had already handed over their information to Mo Li and the others.

In the same way, the information of the people who left the alliance had long been in the minds of the geniuses of the other three major forces, except for Mo Li.

Everyone looked at Mo Li, but saw that the corners of Mo Li's mouth rose slightly.

"In terms of speed, he can't lose. ”

As soon as Mo Li's words fell, a huge change took place in the arena.

Countless trails surrounded Meng Bufan's afterimage, and Meng Xing's rampant laughter emanated from each of these afterimages, echoing throughout the arena, which looked quite weird.

"Boy, the third place in the initial list is enviable, but today I want you to know that the third place is not so easy to get!

Under the arena, everyone in the Chixiao Sect looked at Meng Bufan's motionless body with a sneer, thinking that Meng Bufan was already in a helpless state.

Meng Xing's speed was extremely famous even among the Chixiao Sect, as long as he didn't run into characters like the Eight Great Heavenly Stars, he was already invincible with this speed.

If the enemy was a disciple of the other three major sects, they would still be slightly worried, but his opponent was not any of the other three major forces, so the disciples of the Chixiao Sect did not have any worries.

"Defeat me!"

Countless shadows raised their right hands one after another, and the spirit sword suddenly slashed down, making it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.

Countless Dao Spirit Swords fell, but Meng Bufan suddenly shook his head at this time: "It's too slow." ”

Airplanes!

The blue light flashed under his feet, and Meng Bufan's figure disappeared in place out of thin air.

Countless falling spirit swords suddenly stopped in the air, and then under the shock of everyone, a spirit sword pierced out of the chest of each shadow.

Almost in just one breath, the remnants of the Dao that were originally densely surrounded by Meng Bufan were all pierced by the spirit sword.

"No...... Possibly!"

The murmuring voice of disbelief sounded, it was Meng Xing's voice.

But this time, only one voice appeared.

Everyone looked at the figure that came from the voice.

In the next moment, the impaled shadows around them slowly dissipated into the air, and even the remnants of the spirit sword with the handle piercing into their chests disappeared.

In the whole field, in the end, only two figures remained.

Meng Xing, who was shocked, and Meng Bufan, who was holding a spirit sword.

What made the audience a little silent, but also made Meng Xing dare not move, was the tip of the spirit sword, which was against Meng Xing's heart.

Meng Xing looked at Meng Bufan in a daze: "How did you crack my "Phantom Nine Heavens"?"

He was very puzzled as to how Meng Bufan had found his true body from among the hundreds of figures.

These hundreds of figures, but the aura is exactly the same, even if it is a soul cultivator with strong soul power, it is absolutely impossible to find out his true body in such a short period of time.

Meng Bufan said lightly: "I didn't crack your martial arts, what I did was just 'killing' your shadows one by one." ”

Meng Xing's body shook, and he shook his head indifferently: "It's impossible to ......"

If it is really as Meng Bufan said, it can only mean one thing, Meng Bufan's speed is far above Meng Xing, so he can defeat him in this way at a speed that Meng Xing can't even react.

Meng Xing would never believe it.

"Victor, Boufan. ”

The old man's voice fell, and the outcome was a foregone conclusion.

Meng Bufan put away the spirit sword and floated back to Mo Li's side.

Mo Li smiled:

"No one in our country dares to compete with your speed. ”

Meng Bufan looked directly at Mo Li: "There is one." ”

Mo Li smiled faintly, he knew who Meng Bufan was talking about.

Mo Li and Meng Bufan were chatting and laughing, and the people around him, and even everyone on the entire field, looked at Meng Bufan's indifferent face with absolutely solemn eyes.

The famous Meng Xing, on top of his best speed, was completely defeated by this Bufan.

The third place on the initial list is no longer a paper tiger, this is a flesh-and-blood tiger.

Airplanes!

After the two pillars of light fell, everyone was slightly stunned, and they were overjoyed, and even some gloating.

Because the two pillars of light were shrouded by people from the Wind Thunder Pavilion.

The two of them in the Wind Thunder Pavilion who were shrouded in pillars of light looked helpless, and they didn't expect the civil war to start so early.

However, the strength of the two is about the same, and their status in the Wind Thunder Pavilion is also about the same, so no one is willing to admit defeat, so they can only fight.

The familiarity between the two of them added a lot of color to this battle, and they fought back and forth.

Eventually, when the two were about to fight the real fire, the moon spirit spoke, stopping the intensifying battle between the two.

As for the result, the two of them decided for themselves and did not fight again.

On the arena, golden pillars of light continued to fall, and then two of the forty people were selected to fight in the arena.

Chen Yun, Li Motian and other eight heavenly pride came on the field one after another, and the strong strength they showed shocked the others, and at the same time ignited the atmosphere of the entire arena.

Although he knew that in the face of others, the Eight Great Tianjiao had hardly used his real strength, and although every time he saw the Eight Great Tianjiao make a move, he would be hit to the ground, but every time the Eight Great Tianjiao appeared on stage, the audience would still be stunned.

"Chen Yunsheng!"

Of course, so far, there has not been a battle between the Eight Great Heavenly Pride, so the Eight Great Heavenly Jiao's record at this time is a complete victory.

Chen Yun left the arena with an indifferent face, leaving one person to fall on the arena with a gloomy face.

Two golden rays of light fell, and two figures appeared on the arena.

The voice of the old man of Tianji Pavilion suddenly sounded.

"Mo Li vs. Xiahou Quan!"

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