A majestic aura surged out from Lin Feifei's body again, and then condensed into countless sword shadows.

Under Lin Feifei's control, the countless sword shadows actually fused together, forming a long sword ray.

A wave of slicing through everything permeated from its body, which was terrifying.

"Spirit Sword Technique, Ten Thousand Swords Are One!"

Lin Feifei stared at Sun Xiaoyu with a blank gaze and snorted.

Immediately, that sword burst out of the air, tore through the void, and slashed towards Sun Xiaoyu in the air with a fierce momentum.

The strong wind was howling, the sword aura was cold, and the incomparable sword light had not yet arrived, but the table below was cut out with clearly visible sword marks, which was shocking.

The sharp sword light rapidly enlarged in Sun Xiaoyu's pupils, and the astonishing momentum made him a little dignified.

I saw that he was shocked, and the aura in his body surged out wildly.

Then all of them melted into the black iron rod, and a heavy and extremely heavy sense of oppression permeated out of the black iron rod.

"Hyakuju Mountain!"

Sun Xiaoyu let out a low snort, and when the black sword was about to come to him, the Xuantie rod suddenly swung out, and around it, a hundred mountains faintly appeared.

Immediately, it carried a terrifying power and collided with the sharp sword.

Rumble!

Suddenly, the entire ring shook violently, as if there was an earthquake, and the ground shook.

Cracks spread wildly from under the feet of the two, and the scene was a mess.

Burst!

The sharp sword light, under Sun Xiaoyu's brute force, was finally dispersed.

Even so, the hand holding the black iron rod was also shattered by the fierce force, the tiger's mouth was bleeding nonstop, and his body was also shocked and flew out upside down.

After falling to the table, Sun Xiaoyu's figure staggered a little, and he was about to fall, but he forcibly stabilized it.

"Wow!

Seeing that Lin Feifei's desperate blow was caught by Sun Xiaoyu again, everyone present was in an uproar, and their faces were shocked.

Looking at Sun Xiaoyu's gaze, he completely changed, and he didn't dare to despise him anymore.

If once or twice is accidental, then the third time is absolute hard power.

They could all see that although Sun Xiaoyu's cultivation was only in the Blood Refining Realm, his terrifying combat power was comparable to the Inner Zhuang Realm, which was really incredible.

"How is that possible?!"

Lin Feifei's eyes were about to bulge out, and the return of ten thousand swords to one was already his strongest means.

When used on Sun Xiaoyu's body, it didn't get any substantive effect, it just shook it back.

How is this possible?

After eating deflated at Sun Xiaoyu's hands one after another, at this time, Lin Feifei doubted his ability.

He was thinking that he might be a fake Inner Zhuang Realm martial artist.

Otherwise, how could he have been entangled for so long, and he couldn't clean up a martial artist in the Blood Refining Realm?

"It's been so long, it's my turn to attack, right?"

Raising his eyes, Sun Xiaoyu looked at Lin Feifei, and a sneer broke off at the corner of his mouth, although his tiger's mouth was shattered, he still had strong combat power.

As soon as his body moved, Sun Xiaoyu turned into a ghost, came to Lin Feifei in an instant, raised the Xuantie rod in his hand, and smashed it angrily.

"I don't believe it!"

When Sun Xiaoyu's stick shadow fell, Lin Feifei roared wildly, not daring to believe such a fact at all.

I saw that his majestic aura was gushing out wildly, and the sword spirit in his hand was shining brightly.

Then he held the sword spirit in his hand and met him, trying to resist.

"It's just a chicken!"

In the face of Lin Feifei's resistance, Sun Xiaoyu just smiled, with disdain in his eyes.

Regardless of the arrogant attitude, the black iron rod fell straight down, showing its fierce nature.

Boom!

The sword spirit and the Xuantie rod collided in an instant, and suddenly, Lin Feifei's eyes were shocked.

The sword spirit he was so proud of was unexpectedly shattered by the domineering and ferocious club.

Then, the remnants of the black iron rod unabated, fell on him.

However, Lin Feifei was not an ordinary person after all, and he quickly reacted, and before the Xuantie rod fell, he immediately started the refining duel.

Boom!

Although Lin Feifei opened his defense in time, he was still smashed into the air, and his body was as if he had been hit hard, as if he had been hit by five thunderbolts.

The internal organs in the body suffered a heavy blow, spitting blood, carrying fragments of internal organs, and fell miserably to the stage, and the whole body breath was sluggish, only the intake of air was not out.

"Lin Feifei, he actually lost!"

Seeing Lin Feifei's defeat, the audience present couldn't believe it and looked shocked, such a result, before the competition, they didn't expect it at all.

In their opinion, Lin Feifei's cultivation had reached the Inner Zhuang Realm, while Sun Xiaoyu only had the Blood Refining Realm, and there was no suspense in this battle.

But unexpectedly, the ending was reversed, and Sun Xiaoyu defeated Lin Feifei with strong combat effectiveness.

Everyone re-examined Sun Xiaoyu, and at this moment, Sun Xiaoyu officially walked into their field of vision and was concerned by them.

"This guy is still so scary!"

Everyone in the Sun family cheered, although they didn't like Sun Xiaoyu very much.

But Sun Xiaoyu represents the Sun family, he defeated the second seed of the Lin family, which is to give their Sun family face, how can this not make them happy.

In the direction where everyone in the Lin family was, there was silence.

They also didn't expect that Lin Feifei would be defeated by a martial artist of the Blood Refining Realm.

"A terrible opponent!"

The war maniac looked at Sun Xiaoyu with a jealous face, although he was war-loving, he was not a reckless man.

Although he had also reached the Inner Strength Realm, with Sun Xiaoyu's performance just now, he felt that if he wanted to face it, he would definitely have no chance of winning.

Because his strength is not much different from Lin Feifei.

The war maniac shook his head, extremely depressed in his heart, he felt that his chances of qualifying were very slim.

The top seed in the second group, Li Aotian's brows frowned slightly, and then he let go, and his face returned to a calm demeanor.

Although Sun Xiaoyu defeated Lin Feifei, it still didn't affect him, he had this confidence.

When Sun Xiaoyu finished the game, the other groups were also engaged in fierce battles.

The top seeds in each group won the match easily without any surprises and accumulated a point.

After a short break, the second round begins!

In the second group, Sun Xiaoyu is crazy about fighting!

Li Aotian is extraordinary to Lin!

"What should come, always come!"

Assigned to Sun Xiaoyu, the war maniac shook his head helplessly, and under the gaze of countless people, he stepped into the ring.

Looking at Sun Xiaoyu, the eyes of the war madness surged with monstrous battle intent.

Although he knew that he was not Sun Xiaoyu's opponent, he did not give up because of this, but had a strong fighting spirit, no matter what the result was, he had to fight.

Sun Xiaoyu's eyes couldn't help but show appreciation, although the war maniac was a war-loving maniac, he was a respectable opponent.