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There are more people who refer to each stage, and each time they come to the stage, there are 20 people, and they have 10 groups of confrontations.

The ten groups of people both stood still, and the decibel did their best, and after a while, the winner was decided, and the winner was announced to enter the next round.

The corners of Jiuli's mouth in the stands twitched slightly, and his eyes showed disdain.

He glanced sideways at the Sect Master of the Qingyang Sect and said to himself:

"Sure enough, this knockout round is the most uninteresting. ”

Qing Lu's face was red and white for a while, among these ten groups of people, their strength was indeed not strong enough, no wonder Jiuli felt bored. Qinglu just calmed down, coughed dryly, and continued to look at the ring.

The competition of tens of thousands of people, a group of competitions, is indeed very boring.

Xuan Qing's eyes hurt a little, and he raised his hand to gently knead the corners of his eyes.

"The level is very low, no wonder Jiuli doesn't look down on our ......"

"I hope that there will be a genius in the sect who will make the sect raise its eyebrows...... Kill the majesty of Jiuli well......"

Xuan Qing nodded.

The two of them chatted without saying a word, and soon Xuan Qing came on the stage.

When Xuan Qing heard his name being called, he immediately stood up and walked towards the center of the martial arts field.

"Xuanqing, a disciple of the outer sect, fights against Xiaohu, a registered disciple. ”

After the man finished reading the name, Jiu Li sneered, looked at Qinglu, and sneered: "Brother Qing, your Qingyang Sect is too childish, and you even have a registered disciple!"

"You!"

Qinglu was choked by him and couldn't breathe, but he couldn't refute it, he almost didn't stand up, but there was a little boy on his side to remind him, so he stabilized his mind and took a sip of tea.

After all, since the start of the competition, almost half a day, there has not been a single disciple's performance that is remarkable. Qinglu shook his head, didn't make a sound, just looked at Xuanqing silently.

Xuan Qing and Xiaohu both stood still.

This disciple called Xiaohu joined the sect three years ago, has been practicing for more than three years, and his combat power is amazing, he is bare-chested, the muscles on his chest and arms are very conspicuous, he stood in place and bounced a few times, screamed, and put on a posture.

Compared with Xiaohu, Xuan Qing looks much thinner, Xuan Qing took the sword and felt it carefully, the other party's cultivation is at least one level higher than him, plus this guy reminds Biao, like a little tiger, it is really difficult to deal with.

The man had no weapon in his hand, but only a pair of fists, which were covered with gloves and blunt nails as thick as fingers.

"Make a move. The man said lightly.

Xuan Qing's eyes lit up, the Phantom Snow Sword flipped in his hand, luck was in the sword, and after a while, the purple light flickered.

Brush brush brush.

He used the Phantom Snow Thirteen Styles and rushed towards Xiaohu, Xiaohu raised his hand to block, and the Phantom Snow Sword hit the fist gauntlet, splashing bursts of fire, and the two of them won the battle without a score.

After more than a dozen breaths, a set of Phantom Snow Thirteen Styles were all used, and all of them were taken by Xiaohu, and the attack didn't hurt him at all.

Sima Shang's heart on the side was tense for a while, and Xuan Qing still couldn't take the initiative.

Xuan didn't want to expose the rubbing of the Big Buddha, after all, this was the preliminary round, and he didn't want to show his strength in the preliminary round.

Using only the Phantom Snow Thirteen Styles is definitely passive, but it is very effective for concealing strength.

He gritted his teeth. Swing your sword again.

That little tiger is also a little manic and wants to end this competition immediately. The shot was much more ruthless than just now.

When Xuan Qing flew by, Xiaohu raised his arm and smashed it hard, hitting Xuan Qing's lower abdomen, Xuan Qing snorted and fell down.

His face distorted for a moment, his palm touched his lower abdomen, he didn't care about the situation around him at all, there was only one word: pain.

"Kill the move!"

Xiao Wu turned into a black luan and flew above Xuanqing's head, shouting anxiously in the air.

Xuan Qing twitched the corners of his mouth, Xiao Wu's words he understood very well, at this time, as long as he used the Big Buddha rubbing, he could win immediately. But since he chose to hide his strength, he must persevere, and he must use the Phantom Snow Thirteen Styles to defeat this guy.

I saw that his eyebrows were crossed, and he held the hilt of the Phantom Snow Sword with both hands, and slowly stood up.

looked at Xiaohu, Xiaohu was triumphant at this time, looking determined to win.

"Look at the move!"

Xuan Qing roared angrily, and his body rushed out quickly, and at the same time, he pouted his sword with both hands and went straight to Xiaohu's heart.

At this moment, Xuan Qing's body exploded, and both combat power and speed were found to be an explosive increase.

Xiao Wu saw that the situation was not good, and he retreated one after another, but he still couldn't catch up with Xuanqing's speed.

Just after he withdrew three steps in succession, Xuan Qing's sword was already on his neck, and Xiaohu's body stiffened, and his face was extremely ugly.

When the sword is pointed at your vital point, it means that he has lost.

"You won. ”

It took a long time before Xiaohu hung his head and said without annoyance.

After a while, Xuan Qing slowly put away his sword, his eyes were not sad or happy, and he looked straight at the platform.

Bai Susu's eyelashes drooped slightly, and after a moment, he narrowed.

"Xuan Qingsheng!"

As the deacon read out, the people on the spectator platform also looked sideways.

This is the only example of an outer disciple winning over a registered disciple.

"What's this kid's name?"

Jiuli pointed at Xuan Qing. Obviously, Xuanqing's strong performance and tenacious fighting spirit made Jiu Li's heart moved.

Qinglu's face was very proud. But he really didn't know about Xuan Qing, even if Jiu Zero asked, he could only shake his head and smile.

"Boy, what's your name?"

Jiuli was looking at Taishang and asked again.

Xuan Qing glanced up at Jiu Li, and calmly returned, "It's just a disciple of the outer sect, and it's nameless." ”

As soon as these words came out, Qinglu was immediately happy, raised his sleeves to hide the smile on his face, and secretly floated towards Jiuli.

Jiuli's face was a little unbearable at this time, and Qinglu took the opportunity to sarcastically say at this time: "Brother Jiuli, is your level getting worse and worse, how can you also be interested in my outer disciples......

Jiu Li snorted coldly and didn't answer again.

The game continued, and it lasted for three days and three nights before the results were announced.

Sima Shang entered the next round without any suspense. Xuan Qing is very glad that he can continue to move forward, which means that he has not lost for the time being.

After this round of competition, the disciples rested for an hour and then started the next round.

The second round of the competition is about the nature of the mind.

This round looks relatively simple, and the competition is played by the participants at the same time.

"What's the next round?" Xuan Qing asked Sima Shang beside him.

Although Sima Shang was successfully promoted, his face was very ugly in the face of the next round, he paused, and said:

"This round seems simple, but in fact it is very difficult. ”

"Difficult?" Xuan Qing couldn't help frowning.

Sima Shang continued: "Those who participate in the competition will be placed with a kind of enchantment, and within this huge enchantment, everyone will give birth to a terrible illusion. ”

"Vision?"

Sima Shang nodded heavily, "This illusion is too terrifying. ”

"The scary thing about this fantasy is that it's different for each one. The scary thing is to hit the weakest point in your heart. For example, if you are afraid of snakes, and your illusion will appear with a large number of snakes, if you are afraid of a certain person, and that person will appear in your heart, and you will have to sink into it. “

"What will happen if you sink into the illusion?" the person next to Xuan Qing heard their conversation and immediately straightened his neck and asked.

Sima Shang coughed dryly, these words should not have been spoken. He also spent a lot of money to buy this information.

Sima Shang glanced at the man, made a silent movement, and then said lightly:

"Sink into the environment, after an hour, if you can't take the initiative to break through, people will be immersed in it forever, and their physical bodies will turn into blood and disappear. ”

The man couldn't help but take a deep breath, the result was really terrible.

Xuan Qing couldn't help but feel cold for a while. If it is said that he is not afraid of the external toughness of the game, but this illusion hits the softest place in your heart.

People will eventually have weaknesses, and this is the horror of illusion.

After saying these words, Sima Shang was silent, and he closed his mind, obviously tempering his spiritual power. Before the competition, try to make your mental strength stronger, so as not to fall into the illusion and never wake up.

Xuan Qing took a deep breath and thought carefully about the most vulnerable part of his heart.

Now in his heart, the most vulnerable place is his relatives. In this world, his only relative is his father, although he is thousands of miles away, but his heart is always worried.

"Dad, are you okay?"

This kind of strong longing and concern not only did not strengthen his mental power to resist the environment, but made him a little weaker.

Xuan Qing forcibly urged his true qi to get rid of this kind of concern, and tried several times in succession, but he still failed.

"Let's hope it doesn't become my weakest point,"

He meditated in his heart, and the illusion will capture your fragility according to the fragility of your heart, so as to lay the most enchantment.

Knock knock knock......

A hundred drums rang out, and the earth shook as the heavy drums shook.

After the drums sounded, the second round of the competition was about to begin.

The red-clothed deacon stood up and sang loudly: "The second round of the competition, the illusion of true desire." Everyone will be assigned an enchantment, facing their weakest place, and those who participate in the competition must use their hearts to fight against this illusion, and within an hour, they cannot get out of the illusion...... It will turn into blood and water, and it will never wake up. ”

All the disciples were shocked.

Many people took a heavy breath and waited for the upcoming wheel of fate.

Fortunately, the people who participated in the competition were all relatively high in mental cultivation, and they did not take the initiative to quit or pee their pants during this period.