Shen Zichen saw Xu Fufei rushing over, and the corners of his mouth jumped slightly...

Shen Zichen's sword under his feet turned around to avoid confronting him. Xu Fufei saw that the situation was not good, and he was busy and let go of the sword to fly to his feet, but it was too late. Shen Zichen took out four more spirit swords, and the four spirit swords suddenly turned into hundreds of sword shadows, crisscrossing and magnificent. Xu Fufei accelerated and fell to the ground, raised his sword and tried to resist, but he was overstretched, hundreds of sword shadows were virtual and real, and he blocked a sword and found that it was only a virtual shadow, but his back was scratched by the sword shadow. Sword cultivation's defense has always been weak, and at this moment, Xu Fu Feiyun tried his best to resist, but he couldn't stop countless sword shadows.

Shen Zichen slowly walked down from the air, surrounded by countless sword shadows, coupled with Shen Zichen's extremely handsome appearance, countless female cultivators cheered. Shen Zichen stretched out his right hand, and a spirit sword appeared in his right hand, at this time Xu Fufei was overwhelmed, and Shen Zichen slowly walked towards Xu Fufei. Although Xu Fufei was under great pressure, how could the selfless period monk be simple, and while resisting the sword shadow, he was on guard against Shen Zichen, although this Shen Zichen sword shadow was powerful, his ability to fight in close quarters would definitely be flawed!

Shen Zichen slashed out with a sword, and countless sword shadows turned out where the spirit sword passed. Xu Fufei saw the opportunity, exchanged injuries for injuries, ignored the sword shadows, and directly took Shen Zichen with a sword! The smile on Shen Zichen's face became even stronger, and the speed of the sword in his hand suddenly accelerated, and countless sword shadows actually converged on this sword! With a ding, the sword in Xu Fufei's hand flew out and stuck on the ground. Xu Fufei stared at his hand, the tiger's mouth on his hand was already full of blood, this sword flew out not because he couldn't hold the sword, but because he couldn't resist it at all!

Shen Zichen maintained a posture of drawing with a sword, and I have to say that this posture is indeed very handsome. Shen Zichen smiled slightly, "Who said that I would definitely be weak in hand-to-hand combat?" Xu Fufei stared at himself for a long time, and finally said, "I lost." "Concessions. As soon as Shen Zichen let go, the sword disappeared without a trace. Then Shen Zichen walked off the stage slowly step by step behind his hands behind his back.

After watching this competition, Hua Yun and Wei Yu couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of spit, the sword cultivation that was invincible in close combat and good at long-range combat was really terrifying. The third elder was unusually disdainful, "It's flashy, you can only bully and bully such an ordinary monk." The three of Hua Yun didn't dare to respond to this, the monk who could stab such an amazing sword in a desperate situation was not an ordinary monk. It's a pity that the opponent is too strong, and he still fails.

When everyone was indulging in Shen Zichen's beautiful swordsmanship, a discordant voice suddenly appeared, "Look, that person has also swept several opponents!" Everyone looked at it, only to see a young man with a disdainful face swept his opponent away with a sword, and flew directly out of the sword platform, and the young man also shouted, "Accept it!" The young man's thick eyebrows and big eyes look very rough. At this time, the disciple of the Sword Sect was stepping forward to signal that it was time for him to step down, he didn't move, and shouted directly, "Which one is Yang Kewu, come up directly, I'll go back to sleep after the fight today." ”

Just when the disciples of the Sword Sect didn't know what to do, one person walked directly to the stage, "It's Yang Kewu below, please give advice." The disciple of the Sword Sect looked at the three elders, the three elders nodded, and the disciple stepped down. "My name is Qiu Liang, stop talking nonsense, let's just start fighting. "Okay. Yang Kewu agreed, and took out a man-high sword. "Haha, it's interesting!" Qiu Liang saw that the other party took out the giant sword, and then took out the small wooden sword he was carrying behind him, "Big!" This wooden sword actually became bigger than Yang Kewu's big sword. "Fight!"

Coincidentally, these two sword cultivators are all domineering, and an invincible momentum permeates between the two. Qiu Liang made a direct move, and the giant sword smashed towards Yang Kewu. Yang Kewu's giant sword greeted each other, and with a bang, the two weapons collided with each other and made a huge sound. The speed of the two swords is not fast, and all the audience can see it clearly, but the power contained in this sword is really terrifying, the simplest moves, slashing, splitting, and not even stabbing. But the huge sound of each collision of the two weapons made people feel very terrifying... After dozens of rounds, the two of them actually slashed faster and faster, and the speed of the attack was not weaker than that of other ordinary sword cultivators, but the power was not reduced at all!

After the two violently fought each other for hundreds of rounds, Yang Kewu jumped out of the battle circle directly, "I admit defeat." Qiu Liang put away his big sword, "Shuang, this time I really conceded." Yang Kewu also smiled, "Haha, I hope I can continue to learn if I have the opportunity." Qiu Liang nodded, "Yes, it's much cooler to fight with you than with those girls." ”

At this time, Hua Yun saw a strong sense of approval in the eyes of the three elders, afraid that it was a smell... Sorry for each other. The first few rounds of the selfless monk's competition ended quickly, and at this time, it was finally the turn of the younger generation to discuss the sword, and the eyes of Hua Yun and the others began to look for Ren Qianxing's figure on the sword platform.

The competition of this younger generation is much worse than the selfless period, after all, the monks who are not yet thirty years old can barely touch the transformation period, and this age is the time to steadily consolidate the foundation, and the consequence of advancing too fast may be that there is no more existence after the transformation, and no monk will ruin his future for a temporary cultivation.

A group of monks from the Contemplation Realm fought around, and there were hardly any visions, and the people watching the battle were very bored to watch. The people of the Sword Sect are all very serious, this most basic sword move can best reflect a person's potential, the Sword Sect is here to absorb outstanding disciples, not to watch the excitement like the masses.

After several monks divided the winners and losers, finally, Ren Qianxing appeared. Hua Yun and the three of them immediately straightened up, their eyes staring at Ren Qianxing's opponent. Ren Qianxing's opponent was an ordinary teenager, and he couldn't see anything special. "Ren Qianxing, please advise. "Zhang Yi, please advise. Both hands touched the hilt of the sword and prepared to start the competition.

The two were in a stalemate for a long time, and in the end, it was Zhang Yixian who broke the deadlock. Zhang Yi drew his sword out of its sheath and stood in front of him. "Be careful. Zhang Yi took a few steps forward and went straight to Ren Qianxing with a sword, and just when he was about to stab Ren Qianxing, Ren Qian acted. Ren Qianxing held his hand hard, held the hilt of the sword, turned sideways, squatted, drew the sword, and with a sword sound, the sword was slightly wiped against Zhang Yi's sword, making Zhang Yi's sword deviate a little bit and calmly dodge. And Ren Qianxing's sword turned vertical to horizontal, and directly slapped Zhang Yi's neck. Bang, Zhang Yi fell to the ground, and the sword also fell.

This sword seems to be unpretentious, but it actually requires a deep understanding of the sword, coupled with sufficient confidence in himself, and in the end, he thinks that the other party will definitely not be able to react, but it turns out that he is right.

Zhang Yi touched his neck, picked up the sword and climbed up. "Convincing, admit defeat in the next. After saying that, he walked off the stage in a gloomy manner. Ren Qianxing also arched his hand, "Accept." Then he stepped off the stage.