"Who wins?"

"I don't know, I can't see clearly. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"A terrible duel, it's not going to be a lose-lose showdown, right?"

"I think it's very likely. ”

The onlookers were talking, exchanging heads, and the surroundings of the ring became noisy.

On the rostrum, the high-ranking members of the Jinyang Sect also frowned, after all, a good seedling like Bai Liming and Tong Meng, it would be a great loss to damage one, but they did not make any moves, quietly watching the development of the situation.

"Look!" shouted a crowd of onlookers pointing to the ring, and the crowd followed his fingers.

The dust and smoke fell, revealing the appearance of the ring, at this time the ring has been completely destroyed, the green granite is broken and scattered, a deep pit appears in the center, and the surrounding stones diverge outward, it seems that this is the center of the duel.

Bai Liming single-handed pillar sword, squatting on the ground, his face was pale, there were blood stains on the corner of his mouth, his arm holding the sword couldn't help trembling, the blood flowed along the hilt of the sword, flowing through the sword body, like a small snake, flowing to the ground, and gathering into a mess, obviously, he was not lightly injured. At this time, Bai Liming's position was on the edge of the ring, and there was still a foot behind him, and he was not out.

At the same time, Tong Meng was lying on his back facing the sky, lying on the ground, coughing up blood in his mouth, the dragon and tiger Tengyun stick had flown far away, falling in the rubble, he tried many times, wanted to sit up, but failed, his injuries were more serious than Zhi Bailiming.

At this time, Tong Meng's position was outside the ring, and his feet were also a foot away from the edge of the ring, and he was already out.

"Ahem, Senior Brother Tong Meng, it seems that I won!" Bai Liming's breath was intermittent, and when he spoke, he kept coughing, and every time he coughed, he would spurt out a mouthful of blood.

"Hahaha, happy, Senior Brother Baili, you won," Tong Meng's efforts failed, so he simply lay on the ground, his voice was weak, but his laughter was hearty, he tilted his head to look at Baili Ming, and said, "You are really ruthless, it hurts me to death." ”

"Hey, hey, Senior Brother Tongmeng's hand is not light, and there is nothing on my body that doesn't hurt," Bai Liming smiled, sat on the ground with his butt, and turned his head to the referee in the distance, and said, "Referee, help carry us out." ”

"Baili Ming, win!"

The referee announced the result of the game, and the medical staff waiting on the side hurriedly stepped forward to administer first aid, and then carried the two out side by side on a stretcher.

"I'm sorry, it's affecting your next game. Tong Meng had an apologetic look on his face and turned his head to look at Bai Liming.

"Where is Senior Brother Tong Meng, the competition is to do your best, so that you can be happy, who can control the situation just now?" Bai Liming said as he inhaled the cold air, and the pain was unbearable.

"It's a man, when the injury is healed, you and I will fight again!" Tong Meng stretched out his fist and stretched out to Baili Ming.

"Accompany you to the end!" Bai Liming also stretched out his fist, and the two touched lightly in the air, very sympathetic.

......

"Both loses, really loses!"

"There is still a game behind Baili Ming, and depending on his injury, it is estimated that he can only abstain. ”

"His strength is really strong, and he actually defeated the opening level with the strength of the initial level of the Extension Pulse, and he challenged the next level. ”

"It's incredible, and it's a shame. ”

"Tong Meng is also wrong, the strength of the opening level only broke out at the end, and he still has a fifth-order mystic weapon. ”

"Yes, if he hadn't met Baili Ming, I guess he would have been able to at least enter the top six. ”

The onlookers looked at the two people who were carried out on a stretcher, and they all showed regretful expressions, who would have thought that before entering the qualifying round, a shocking duel was staged in advance.

"It's a pity, I thought I could meet in qualifying, but I didn't expect to be out early. Leng Xie glanced at the two people on the stretcher coldly, and then stopped paying attention.

"Hmph, idiot, let me wait for a year in vain. Liu Yulong looked at Bai Li Ming who was carried away and scolded in a low voice, his fingers holding the sword became white because of too much force, this time he was a small match, his only wish was to defeat Bai Li Ming, a shame before the snow, but he didn't expect the latter to lose both, basically out of the game in advance, so the result made him unacceptable, he had a feeling of working hard for a long time but nowhere to show, very uncomfortable.

"Go, give them these two pills. Elder Chuangong took a deep look at the two of them, and found that it was only a flesh injury, and the expression on his face was soothed a little, and he instructed his disciple to send two healing pills over, and at the same time, he took out a token and said, "Give the token to Tong Meng, and let him go to the Chuangong Hall after his injury is healed." ”

"Uncle Gonggong, are you very optimistic about them?" You Daye was faintly worried, very worried about Baili Ming.

"Two good seedlings can't be ruined in a small competition of the sect," Seeing that You Daye also showed a worried look, Elder Chuangong said with relief: "Don't worry, it's just a skin injury, after taking the pill, you can heal after a few days of rest." ”

"It seems that Baili Ming can't participate in the next game!" You Daye sighed.

"There is no need to rush for a while, besides, as long as they advance to the enlightenment level, with their qualifications, it is still easy to become a disciple. Elder Chuangong said.

......

The game is still going on, with Bai Liming and Tong Meng in the exciting, hot, and tragic duel first, and the other duels are more bland and boring, only two are a little interesting.

One was Liu Yulong's match, he was full of anger and vented all of it on his opponent, seriously injuring his opponent and winning.

The other is a game of cold evil, and I don't know if cold evil is stimulated, after playing, he launched a stormy attack, and his opponent was defeated instantly, and won in seconds.

The top 24 are produced, the draw is grouped, and the game continues.

"Luck, it's really luck, I didn't expect my opponent to be Baili Ming, this one won before he fought, hahaha. An outer disciple looked at the number plate in his hand and smiled, as if he had already won the game.

"Interesting, I actually lined up for the last race, is it to give me time to recover?" Looking at the number plate in his hand, Bai Liming sneered, although the injury was very serious and his right hand could no longer be used, it was not without the strength to fight.

"Congratulations to Senior Brother Tong Meng for obtaining the token of the Elder of Meritorious Service. Bai Liming congratulated Tong Meng who was smirking on the side.

Why are the outer disciples working hard, isn't it just to become an inner disciple and be accepted as an in-house disciple by a certain elder? Now, Tong Meng has just shown his strength at the opening level, and he has been given a token to pass on his skills, how can he be unhappy, this makes him take a lot of detours.

"Thanks to Senior Brother Baili, without a good opponent, I can't play at this level. Tong Meng complimented Baili Ming, carefully put away the token, and said, "With this transmission token, I can worship the Burning Sun Peak." ”

"Isn't it worshipping Elder Chuangong?" Bai Liming was puzzled, he thought that when Elder Chuangong gave out a token, Elder Chuangong wanted to be admitted to the disciples.

"If it is other elders, it will inevitably be directly accepted as a disciple, but the Elder Chuangong is different, as the head of the Chuangong Palace, one of the giants of the sect, he will basically not accept any more disciples, his seniority is too high, therefore, the Chuan Gong token is just a recognition, a recommendation, the disciples who have obtained the Gong Transmission Token can be said to have been recognized by the Elder Chuangong, and they can choose the inheritance of each peak of the sect at will, and the disciples who can be recognized by the Elder Chuangong are also the objects of competition among the elders of each peak and vein. ”

"I see!" Bai Liming congratulated Tong Meng again.

Time passed quickly, and an hour and a half passed in a blink of an eye, and eleven games had been played in the twenty-four into twelve, and only the last one was left, which was Baili Ming.

Bai Liming's opponent is a thin and withered middle-aged man named Zhu Lun, who has the strength to expand the peak of the pulse, he came to the ring early, pretending to be calm, but the brilliance that flashed in his eyes from time to time still betrayed him.

"Referee, I don't think my opponent will come, can you announce the result of the match?" asked Zhu Lun.

"How do you know he's not coming?" the referee asked angrily with a sideways glance.

"He faced off against people in the last game, and both sides lost," Seeing that the referee ignored him, Zhu Lun shrugged his shoulders and said: "Okay, then wait for him for a quarter of an hour, if he doesn't come after a quarter of an hour, then there is no way, the game can't wait forever." ”

"It doesn't take a quarter of an hour, I'm already here. Bai Liming was wrapped in bandages, his right hand hung on his chest, separated the crowd, and slowly walked to the ring.

Hundred miles!

With his appearance, the whole arena was in an uproar and boiling, no one could have imagined that he could still compete despite being seriously injured, and in an instant, his name sounded on the field.

Zhu Lun's face twitched, and then a sneer appeared, he had already regarded Baili Ming as a representative who did not know whether he was alive or dead, and said in a low voice: "Senior Brother Baili is really desperate, he is still participating in the competition after being injured like this, but the competition is the competition, and it is not good to be injured again, and don't expect me to show mercy." ”

"You don't have to show mercy to your subordinates, just do your best, I can hold on. Baili Ming he, standing in the ring, seeing the referee cast an inquiring look, he nodded to the referee, indicating that he had no problem.

"I advise you not to be reckless, go back and rest, don't talk big, be careful that the wind flashes your tongue, you can't hold the sword in your right hand, I see how you can hold on, admit defeat early, don't waste everyone's time." Zhu Lun snorted coldly.

"It really doesn't take much time to deal with you," Bai Liming held the sword in his left hand, pointed at Zhu Lun, and said, "You don't need a right hand either, the left hand is enough." ”

"If you look for death, I will fulfill you!" Zhu Lun's eyes instantly became full of frost, and he suddenly rushed towards Baili Ming, brandishing a nine-ring big knife, slashing at him, and he was ruthless, without showing any mercy.

"To deal with you, three swords are enough!"

Bai Liming showed a contemptuous smile, raised the seven-star sword in his left hand, stood still in place, and slashed out three swords in an instant.

Yuyang disintegrates!

The three rounds of jade-colored Bright Sun Phantom appeared behind him, quickly overlapping together, converging on the tip of the seven-star sword, and striking towards Zhu Lun, at the time of the sword, the Yuyang Phantom first collapsed inward, and then, it instantly expanded and collapsed, bursting out with great force.

A sword slashed the sword qi on the nine-ring broadsword, and the tremor of the slashing was endless.

The two swords, the blades of the swords fell on the same point, and the huge force cut out a trace of the crack in the nine-ring broadsword.

Three swords, the long sword flashed, the nine-ring broadsword shattered and flew, and countless broken hairs fell.

The seven-star sword slashed across Zhu Lun's throat, and the sharp sword qi cut through his skin, dripping out a trace of blood.

Baili Ming, three swords beat Zhu Lun, time, but a breath.