"The emperor is teasing newcomers again. ”

"Oh, really, hehe..."

"The emperor just can't change this bad problem, no matter how good or bad the qualifications are, you have to train and play tricks first. ”

......

The wind pressure caused by that word, although many people fell to the ground, there were still more than a dozen people still standing resolutely, and these people were all the best among the participants, and their strength can be seen.

Wang Bei was not blown down, but he stared at the person on the stage with an awe-inspiring majesty in his eyes, and he was actually aroused to resist a little.

When the people who fell to the ground stood up, their faces were red and white for a while, and they suddenly felt extremely ashamed, but they were also afraid of the person on the stage in their hearts, and they were really strong.

Everyone didn't dare to stare at the high platform anymore, and they all started the first assembly along the field number.

Han Zimu, who was sitting leisurely, suddenly felt a terrible sense of oppression, but when he stood up suddenly, this sense of oppression suddenly disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

He looked at the gradually unfolding competition on the field with a suspicious expression, and slowly sat down, still a little frightened in his heart.

The venue where Wang Bei is located is No. 8, the penultimate venue.

But when he walked to the venue, an old friend greeted him.

"Hmph, what a coincidence!"

Wu Xuanzhi, who had arrived at the location in advance, turned his head and glanced at it, and when he saw Wang Bei walking leisurely, he immediately shouted hatefully.

Wang Bei's gaze moved away from the wholesale session form, looked up, and suddenly smiled shallowly: "Coincidental." ”

Wu Xuanzhi glanced at him resentfully, then turned his head away and didn't look at him.

The remaining two people on Court 8 are also gradually arriving.

Everyone arrived, and the emperor robe personnel in charge of the eighth field coughed and began to speak, "Since you are all here, I won't say much nonsense, the next battle order is roughly like this..."

The 32 participants were divided into eight groups, and then the top two teams were ranked by victory or defeat.

The first place in the group will participate in the top eight competition.

The second place will be put together to compete for the ninth to fifteenth place, and only one person will be eliminated, which is relatively easy.

The order of the battle of Group 8 had already been arranged, and there was no draw or selection, and it was left to the Inner Imperial Court's full discretion.

It's really an arrogant and domineering, arbitrary organization.

The first battle was Wang Bei's turn, and he walked slowly up the steps to the ring, opposite him was a child of the family called Ling Tong.

Wang Bei inserted the sword into the iron scabbard behind his waist, and looked at it quietly, this Ling Tong's combat power is not too high, only seven ranks, but looking at his posture and fierce breath, he knows that he is a powerful swordsman.

The name of the Ling family, Wang Bei, has also heard of it, it is a swordsmanship family that has been inherited for several generations, although its reputation is not as loud as the four major families, but if it is purely swordsmanship, the four major families may not be able to compare with the Ling family.

Just when he was looking at Ling Tong, Ling Tong was also looking at him, Wang Bei's cultivation was extremely low, even now it was about a sixth-stage martial artist, but the terrifying defense he showed during the Great Demon War was shocking.

That superb horizontal practice method is definitely a hard bone to gnaw.

Ling Tong's eyes were slightly fixed, and he secretly thought: "The flesh body is practiced, there must be a trick, and I should focus on his key point and draw the sword later, as long as I break through his strong body, there is no need to worry." ”

Suddenly, Ling Tong's body was short, and he swung his long sword and swept it for a while, and then turned the sword body over and spread out the sword momentum with extremely fast and extremely powerful swordsmanship.

The sword moves are swift and powerful, wrapped in an indomitable momentum.

and never leave Wang Bei's throat, armpits, lower body and other vital points.

After Yu Ling's experience and battles in turn, Wang Bei's skills and eyesight have become extremely vicious. With a slight flick of his limbs, he could easily dodge Ling Tong's attack.

Every time he swung his fist, he could smash the sword blade that cut horizontally, and easily destroy Ling Tong's sword momentum, if it weren't for his swordsmanship sophistication, I am afraid that there would be a huge hole in the sword momentum in an instant.

But looking at Wang Bei's ease of playing, this battle can be easily won even if there are no powerful means.

Wu Bao's eyes were mostly focused on the No. 1, 4, and 5 courts, but when he suddenly turned to the No. 8 court, he said with some surprise: "Is that Wang Bei, who finally got more than 8,000 points?"

Yin Sheng, who was sitting near him, also turned his head to look at the No. 8 field, inspected it for a while, and then said: "This kid's actual combat is quite good, his eyesight and skills are also excellent, I didn't expect him to be okay in other aspects except for flying swords." ”

Hearing the conversation between the two, Zhou Teng was also attracted to it, and he said with a smile: "He seems to have a lot of advantages, his strength is relatively large, and the strength of his physical body does not seem to be bad, but he is more suitable for being a sword cultivator, and it is also a very good choice to develop towards strengthening the physical body and cultivating flying swords." ”

Yin Sheng laughed and said clearly: "I know that you have taken a fancy to him, if he is admitted to the hospital, it will be okay to become a sword cultivator with you." ”

Zhou Teng shook his head and said with a faint smile: "That's not enough, his qualifications are at most acceptable, and he still needs to be sharpened and sharpened." ”

Regardless of the laughter and scolding of the two, the taciturn Wu Bao looked at him a few times and then shifted his gaze, although it was okay, he couldn't get into his eyes.

Not to mention that the old god is here, and Han Zimu is cultivating with his eyes closed.

I don't want to say much about the reaction in the stands and outside the field, but the battle between Wang Bei and Ling Tong is nearing the end.

Ling Tong looked anxious, he never thought that even Wang Bei's horizontal practice method was not forced out, just a series of moves dismantling, he was suppressed so badly.

That strong combat experience crushes everything.

He was extremely resentful in his heart, and suddenly the sword momentum surged, and an endless force vented out, and the speed of the sword suddenly increased by three points.

Wang Bei couldn't deal with it and ate a few swords, but the sharp sword power did nothing but tear through his clothes.

However, this sudden change of sword momentum was only a prelude.

The sword is surging over the wind!

One of the three major killer moves of the Ling family's swordsmanship.

Ling Tong's sword moves suddenly changed again, as if they had turned into sharp arrows, and the travertine stone pierced through the gold with a few sounds, sword after sword, and repeatedly broke through Wang Bei's clothes, attacking and killing him.

Endlessly.

can break through the limit of its own sword speed in a short period of time, and the speed of sword moves is beyond imagination.

Ling Tong quickly used the sword, the tendons and veins in his palm suddenly felt a sharp pain, and he fell to the ground with a clatter if he didn't hold the sword tightly, and he also knelt on the ground with his wrist, "It should work." ”

The uncertainty in his words could be felt even by himself.

Wu Xuanzhi under the ring cursed in a nervous whisper: "Die, die, die..."

It's a pity that Wang Bei moved his body, and he didn't feel anything except a little stiffness, he walked up to Ling Tong's side and said coldly: "I'm sorry, you lost." ”

With a kick of his legs, he kicked Ling Tong under the ring along with his sword.

Then, he also walked down slowly.

Wu Xuanzhi's face turned slightly pale, and he felt a trace of inexplicable panic.

The terrifying horizontal training body was like a spell hovering in the hearts of the other three people in the same group.