Ten percent of the vitality in the body is exerted, and sixty percent of the sword intent is fully assisted, mixing this extreme thunder artistic conception. Under the knife, Wang Quan spat out a mouthful of blood from his mouth, and the whole person was directly chopped out.

The powerful True Yuan Shield, with its ups and downs, turned out the ripples of the Dao, but it still did not collapse, but through the pure strength of the past, it shook the internal organs of the king's power.

"Don't fight, I'll admit defeat!" Wang Quan, who fell to the ground, felt extremely painful, and saw that Xiao Chen was going to come forward to fight, so he hurriedly opened his mouth to admit defeat.

His true yuan is almost exhausted, and Xiao Chen will stab again, which is not enough for the true yuan of the night, and it will definitely be torn apart.

The seven-zhang golden dragon on his head, and immediately Xiao Chen's golden dragon devoured a whole zhang, and the light was dim, leaving only a length of more than five zhang.

Xiao Chen's golden dragon was dazzling and full of spirit, reaching a length of seven zhang and five.

Putting away the knife and returning it to the sheath, before Xiao Chen was about to step out of the ring, he paused and said to the king on the ground: "My cultivation is indeed not high, but you can't stop me." Even if I don't have this sixty percent sword intent, it will be easy for me to defeat you. ”

Sixty percent of the sword intent, the general trend of the gathering of wind and clouds, Xiao Chen defeated the royal power of one of the giants in one move.

Even if the other party's cultivation is extremely high, and even opens up the sea of knowledge, one-tenth of the vitality has been refined into true yuan, but it is still not Xiao Chen's opponent.

When he reveals a hole card again, the so-called one-tenth of the true yuan is not enough to see.

At this moment, no one thinks that Xiao Chen is at the bottom of the eight giants, and he can compete with Bai Qi with such strength.

If you are thinking about being bold, you may not be able to fight with Sima Lingxuan, but the winning rate is a little lower.

"In the next game, Nangong Ziyue will fight against the Northern Wound. ”

It was another battle between the children of the family, although the two lost a few games before and lost the top eight battles. But the strength is still there, and he is the favorite to compete for the top ten, and this battle is quite eye-catching.

Bei Ming Wound is good at palming, one hand screaming palm will be ruthless Dao derivation to the fullest, palm is ruthless and ruthless, every move and style, all contain great power.

However, he ran into Nangong Ziyue, the artistic conception of the other party's landscape, as quiet as water waves, moving like a mountain shaking the ground, just not afraid of his ruthless way.

The two of them met each other in chess, and after playing to four hundred moves, there was a flaw in the ruthless way of Beiying's injury, and Nangong Ziyue seized the opportunity to win the victory.

With only eight rounds of matches, Nangong Ziyue won this battle, which is another step away from the top ten.

"In the next game, Sima Lingxuan fought against Liu Xiaoyun. ”

After a few more rounds, Sima Lingxuan appeared, but his opponent was not the Eight Giants, but Liu Xiaoyun, the true disciple of the Drifting Snow Sword Sect.

Eight battles in eight rounds, there are only eight giants, and in addition to himself, he can only fight seven battles with the other seven giants, and the remaining one naturally has to be drawn from other players.

How to arrange it is the referee's business, but the remaining game is almost not too much pressure on the eight giants. Except for the Big Eight themselves, all the other players can't give them the slightest trouble.

Liu Xiaoyun looked at Sima Lingxuan, who was full of strong confidence on the other side, sighed softly, and said with a wry smile: "Three years ago, you could still take ten moves, but now three years later, I'm afraid I can't even stop one of your moves." ”

"Sima Lingxuan, how are you and I compared to swords, only swords, not others. ”

A sword match is similar to a sword match, that is, both sides play a sword at the same time, and see whose sword can beat the opponent's sword, and whoever is the winner.

Liu Xiaoyun's sword is naturally not as strong as Sima Lingxuan's, he said this, more because he wanted to compete with Sima Lingxuan in the sword competition, and feel the other party's cultivation above the sword intent to improve himself.

Sima Lingxuan's personality is arrogant, he looks down on the swordsmen in the world, Liu Xiaoyun has a way to do it, his posture is very low at the moment, his eyes are burning, and he hopes that the other party can agree to him.

"With your identity and strength, you are qualified to compete with me in the sword, so prepare to play the sword. Sima Lingxuan groaned for a long time, and did not refuse Liu Xiaoyun's proposal.

A look of excitement flashed in his eyes, and Liu Xiaoyun arched his hand and said, "Thank you!"

After finishing speaking, his right hand was held on the hilt of the sword, and the vitality in his body, the cold and icy artistic conception, as well as the sword intent, and the understanding of the sword in his heart, quickly accumulated at this moment.

It sounds simple to compare the sword, just pull out the sword and throw it out, but in this simple action, there are all kinds of truths. Sword intent, sword momentum, artistic conception, and the strength of the shot, as long as any aspect goes wrong, the moment the sword is drawn out of the sheath will be full of flaws.

The atmosphere on the field became heavy in an instant, the air froze at this moment, and there was a deathly silence on the wind and thunder platform, and the two sides were silent, each accumulating each other's momentum.

Buzz!

In the midst of this endless silence, a loud sword roar suddenly erupted, the sword sound was long and solemn, and between the sword intent trembling, the huge wind and thunder platform kept shaking.

The two of them shot at the same time, and a lonely long sword rotated rapidly in mid-air, bringing snowflakes dancing all over the sky, and the misty sword intent emitted a silver-white light, making this world even colder.

Cold, extremely cold, cold and ruthless, this is Liu Xiaoyun's artistic conception, and his sword intent is also in the service of this.

On the other hand, Sima Lingxuan's long sword is a golden light, dancing in the sky, rolling clouds, and surging, containing the vast artistic conception of the king, this is a sword of the king.

Under the blessing of sixty percent of the sword intent, the artistic conception of the king is domineering and mighty, and there is a spirit of ten thousand swords in the world, it is the king of swords.

Clang!

The two long swords quickly intertwined together, and the long sword belonging to Liu Xiaoyun was knocked out with a bang, and then it was directly broken into two with a click.

And Sima Lingxuan's long sword, with a snort, with a brilliant sword intent, easily inserted into the wind thunder platform, cracking one after another gaps, and the dragon qi immediately rose.

The hazy dragon qi made the lonely and arrogant long sword greatly increase its momentum, and the edge of the king's sword rushed into the sky, almost breaking through the wind and thunder barrier in the sky.

In front of the king's sword, Liu Xiaoyun did not have the slightest ability to resist, and the gap in sword intent was too big.

The sword is the second doppelganger of the swordsman, this sword has followed Liu Xiaoyun for many days and nights, killing countless enemies, and has unconsciously infused his spiritual blood and soul.

As soon as the sword was broken at this moment, a trace of blood immediately overflowed from the corner of Liu Xiaoyun's mouth, his face became pale and bloodless, and his spirit was weak and exhausted.

Defeated in one move, Liu Xiaoyun's six-zhang golden dragon was immediately devoured by Sima Lingxuan, and its luster dimmed a lot.

The golden dragon that belonged to Sima Lingxuan did not increase too obviously, and it was still eight zhang seven in length, with his current luck. Unless it is to defeat the Big Eight, the length of the golden dragon is already difficult to continue to grow.

Drying the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, Liu Xiaoyun did not rush off the stage, but closed his eyes and carefully understood the meaning of Sima Lingxuan's sword when the two long swords intertwined at that moment just now.

After a long time, Liu Xiaoyun opened his eyes, his pale face showed a little relieved, and he picked up the two broken swords in the Wind Thunder Platform.

"When competing with swordsmen, I have always done my best, and I will not have any reservations. Leaving a sentence that outsiders didn't understand, Sima Lingxuan fell off the wind and thunder platform in a fluttering manner.

Liu Xiaoyun paused slightly, understanding the meaning of Sima Lingxuan's words, and the other party persuaded him not to be depressed. It's just that Sima Lingxuan has an arrogant personality, and it is definitely impossible for him to comfort people directly, so he seems to be a little roundabout.

The first round of the game ended unconsciously in the excited looks of everyone, and among the big eight, Wang Quan and Li Tianhua both lost and lost the opportunity to compete for the first place.

The two giants did not disappoint everyone, Xiao Chen fought against Wang Quan, and Xuanyuan Zhantian fought against Li Tianhua.

Both of these are rookies of this year, and under the sudden rise of the army, they have advanced all the way, their records have been rising, and the golden dragon hovering above their heads has risen all the way and has never stopped.

Especially Xiao Chen, who is even more unpredictable, has never been defeated since the knockout round.

In the case that many martial artists are not optimistic, Xiao Chen has won all the way, defeated opponents from all walks of life, and always exposed a little hole card to defeat the opponent when people thought that his winning streak was about to end.

No one knows how many hole cards he has, this young man from the Qin State, dressed in a white robe and a long knife, provoked heroes from all walks of life, children of families, disciples of sects, and old giants.

Not arrogant, not impatient, not humble, not silent, there is always a clear and indifferent look between the eyebrows.

"In the first game, Bai Qi fought against Yue Chenxi. "At the beginning of the ninety-fourth round, the referee announced the lineups of both sides of the game without hurry.

"It's another battle of giants, and I don't know who will leave who off the horse. ”

"On the road to the top, you have to win all to reach the top, you can't afford to lose, and the game is really scary until now. ”

"Bai Qi has the Four Seasons Sword Technique, I don't know what hole cards Yue Chenxi will have. ”

In the audience, everyone talked a lot and was very interested.

If it was only about the strength shown, Yue Chenxi was not much worse than Xiao Chen, and Bai Qi on the Wind Thunder Platform did not have the slightest intention of underestimating the other party.

It's like a mountain, on top of the cliffs, the road is full of thorns, and too many climbers have been brushed down.

Those of them who could see the top of the mountain had no way out, and as long as they fell, they would be immediately thrown behind by their companions.

After three years of hard work, hard work day and night, once I became famous, my dream was ahead, and I waited too long for this moment.

There are too many things to prove in vain, he can't afford to lose, he can't lose, he must not lose!

Battle, eighteen swords!

Needless to say, after the referee announced the start, Bai Qi's already accumulated momentum exploded.

The monstrous battle intent, with the first sword of the Eighteen Heaven-Breaking Swords, turned into a dazzling sword, and slashed towards Yue Chenxi angrily.

Yue Chenxi's expression was solemn, her pretty face was full of cautious looks, and she had no intention of giving up.

Taking a deep breath, the vitality in his body poured into his right fist, and the golden light exploded, shattering the sword qi into a rain of light in the sky, falling little by little.

"The second sword that broke the sky!"

The sword light had just shattered, and the momentum was even more ferocious the next day, and it fell with a bang.

Third, fourth, fifth......

Bai Qi's footsteps were rooted in the ground, not moving at all, just holding the knife in his right hand, and kept waving, this eighteen knives broke the sky, and the road was like a storm and rain, pouring down.