An hour after He Huan defeated Hong Yuanguang, the third round of the promotion competition was completely over.

The seven people who entered the finals were Ye Feng of Yin Shangguo, He Huan, Jiang Ziwei, Lin Yunhe of Qianyu Country, Chang Baichuan, Tong Fang of Linfeng Country and Wen Kerui from Pujiang Kingdom.

Excluding the strength of Ye Feng's three people, the strength of the remaining four people is between the sixth and seventh level sword kings.

The four of them stood in the ring, all of them carrying the arrogance unique to those who were super strong, and their gestures also showed the extraordinaryness of their own identity.

Standing with Lin Yun and the four of them, Ye Feng, He Huan, and Jiang Ziwei did not look dazzling, but even if they were inferior to the other four in terms of style, the performance of the three of them all day long still made the three of them the focus of all those who watched the sword cultivation.

"Ye Feng, Sword Emperor powerhouse!"

"He Huan, the means are cruel, obviously he only has the strength of a second-level sword king, but he has the ability to challenge beyond the level, and he is a killing king with unlimited prospects. ”

"Jiang Ziwei, who is debauched by nature, takes shamelessness as a proud invincible sword king. ”

Everyone's evaluation of Ye Feng and the three of them alone was enough to overshadow Lin Yun and the others' expressions.

After a day of elimination, the surrounding spectators were visually fatigued, and the judges of the competition were also a little aesthetically fatigued.

In order to add to the fun of the competition, this time the finals abandoned the usual practice of drawing lots, but used three rings as the place for the two belligerents to compete, and the players selected their opponents for the final elimination.

After the promulgation of the new rules of the competition, all the judges of the competition returned to the judges' seats.

That is, when the judges withdrew, Lin Yunhe, the seventh-level sword king of the Thousand Feather Kingdom, jumped into the No. 1 ring and pointed his finger at Wen Kerui, the sixth-level sword king of the Pujiang Kingdom.

"Wen Kerui, do you dare to fight me to the death?" Lin Yunhe shouted.

In the face of Lin Yunhe's appointment, Wen Kerui's eyes flashed with a cold glint.

The feud between Wen Kerui and Lin Yunhe was formed five years ago.

In this Ten Nations Sword Cultivation Exchange Competition, the two of them had already held back their strength to fight hard, but unexpectedly, they failed to meet when they advanced to the finals.

Facing the domineering Lin Yunhe, Wen Kerui let out a long roar and jumped into the ring.

Needless to say, the two of them drew their long swords in unison and unleashed their strongest attacks on each other.

Over there, Lin Yunhe and Wen Kerui had already started fighting, but no one boarded the second and third rings.

It's not that these strong people don't want to get into the ring, but there are still five people left in the venue, and according to the convention, there will always be one person who can advance directly, and no one wants to let go of this free place.

Seeing that no one had climbed the ring for a long time, Jiang Ziwei, who was bent on finding someone to try the chrysanthemum swordsmanship, couldn't help it.

He slammed his feet, jumped into the ring, and then set his eyes on the two people except Ye Feng and He Huan.

"Tsk, who am I going to try my swordsmanship?" Jiang Ziwei said to himself like a twisted snake, standing in the ring without a straight shape.

Hearing his words, Ye Feng shook his head and smiled bitterly, He Huan was still expressionless, but the remaining Qianyu Country Chang Baichuan and Linfeng Country Tong Fang's faces all changed color.

With their strength and self-confidence, they will not be afraid of Jiang Ziwei. It's just that when they think of Jiang Ziwei's seemingly brilliant but extremely cheap swordsmanship, Chang Baichuan and Tong Fang will feel a chill down their spines.

Duel with Jiang Ziwei, if they win, there is nothing to show off, but if they lose, their reputation will be ruined.

Thinking of the opponents Jiang Ziwei had injured before, all of them had big cuts on their buttocks, and Chang Baichuan and Tong Fang felt a tingling in their scalps.

In the ring, Jiang Ziwei stretched out his hand, constantly changing between Chang Baichuan and Tong Fang.

After a long silence, he couldn't make a decision, and finally unexpectedly closed his eyes and silently recited words that no one around him could understand.

"Red-skinned monkeys have red hair, and green-skinned turtles have green hair. Who is the red-skinned monkey, who is the green-skinned turtle, that person is ......" Reading this, Jiang Ziwei suddenly opened his eyes.

Seeing that his finger was pointing at Tong Fang, he couldn't help grinning and said, "You!"

Jiang Ziwei used children's tricks to select the opponents, which made everyone around him once again understand Jiang Ziwei's nonsense.

Thinking that this Tong Fang didn't go to the ring, he was called a red-skinned monkey, a green-haired turtle, and there were many sword cultivators around, so he couldn't help but cover his mouth and snicker.

was selected by Jiang Ziwei, and Tong Fang's complexion immediately became iron-blue.

Resisting the urge to go berserk, he jumped into the ring and directly drew the high-grade sword hidden in the scabbard, the Twilight Sword.

The sword light rose, a red color, like a sword light in the twilight of the sunset, enveloping Jiang Ziwei's body.

Finding that the sword light released by Tong Fang was also red, Jiang Ziwei couldn't help but bared his teeth and smiled.

"Sure enough, it was a red-skinned monkey, and the sword light released was also red. I just don't know if you also have green hair on your back?" Jiang Ziwei laughed loudly, and then when the sword light was less than half a meter away from his body, he suddenly drew out his long sword, releasing layers of sword flowers like flowers blooming.

In the void, layers of sword light stung the eyes of the onlookers.

Sensing that Jiang Ziwei's attack was more powerful than before he had created the Chrysanthemum Sword Technique, the surrounding spectators couldn't help but let out bursts of exclamations.

The sword cultivators who are eligible to participate in the Ten Nations Sword Cultivation Exchange Competition are all Tianzong talents. But among these talents, there are few people who have created their own sword moves. And people who can be like Jiang Ziwei, who have super comprehension and can stabilize the realm with a competition, are even more unique.

Talented. No matter how excessive Jiang Ziwei's behavior was, it was difficult to hide his talent in kendo. At this moment, some people are even jealous of Jiang Ziwei, who has such a proud talent.

Half a meter into the ring, a silver-white chrysanthemum bloomed slowly.

As soon as this light appeared, it was on a par with the twilight of the sky.

Seeing that the sword intent released by himself could not suppress Jiang Ziwei's shameless sword intent, a trace of anger flashed in Tong Fang's eyes.

Suddenly, the long sword in his hand made an arc. Almost at the moment when the arc was formed, a crimson aura appeared in mid-air, emitting waves of hot air like the setting sun.

The aura roared, surging towards Jiang Ziwei with the heat of all the steaming.

Seeing that the sword intent cultivated by Tong Fang was actually a rare Rilun sword intent, Jiang Ziwei's expression became serious.

Jiang Ziwei did not make direct contact with the rising sun that was transformed by the vitality in mid-air, but quickly circled around the ring.

His figure turned faster and faster, and finally turned into a faint cloud of green smoke.

Bursts of smoke shrouded the brilliance of the sun wheel, and gradually blocked out the dazzling light of the sun wheel.

Just when the light of the sun wheel was covered up for a large part, Jiang Ziwei's figure suddenly jumped straight behind Tong Fang like an eagle falcon.

"The chrysanthemum is remnant, full of wounds. Accompanied by Jiang Ziwei's roar, layers of chrysanthemum sword light directly enveloped Tong Fang's position below his buttocks.

The battle between Ring No. 1 and Ring No. 2 was in full swing, and Ring No. 3, after a short period of leisure, also ushered in the first contestant.

The first to take the stage was Chang Baichuan, although he was unwilling to leave the qualification for exemption from the examination to others, but he still took the lead on stage.

He knew very well that among the remaining three contestants, Ye Feng and He Huan were companions.

As long as he doesn't take the wrong medicine, any of the two will choose to challenge him after he takes the stage.

Since he can't get the qualification for exemption from the examination anyway, it is better for him to be generous, take the initiative to take the stage, and occupy the initiative in selecting opponents.

Standing in the ring, Chang Baichuan stared at Ye Feng and He Huan with gloomy eyes.

If He Huan hadn't saved Hong Yuanguang, he would definitely choose to challenge Ye Feng, but after seeing Ye Feng's elusive body and strong vitality, Chang Baichuan didn't dare to make such a decision again.

After hesitating again and again, Chang Baichuan looked at He Huan and said in a deep voice: "He Huan, can you fight with me." ”

Almost as soon as his words fell, a crimson light and shadow appeared in the ring, and when the light and shadow were stable, everyone saw that He Huan had already stepped into the ring.

When it comes to belligerence, He Huan dares to call it the first, and no one dares to call it the second. And for He Huan, who is trained in life and death, apart from constant fighting, nothing can attract him anymore.

After He Huan stood still, he did not make a move, nor did he draw his sword, but looked at Chang Baichuan's hands.

It was a pair of calloused palms due to the long-term holding of the sword.

He Huan also has such palms, and when it comes to the thickness of calluses, I'm afraid He Huan is even better.

"For the sake of the relationship that is also obsessed with swordsmanship, I let you strike first. He Huan said indifferently.

Hearing He Huan's arrogant words, a trace of anger rose on Chang Baichuan's face, and the long sword in his hand was like a meteor, stabbing at He Huan's chest at a swift and incoherent speed without any fancy.

Chang Baichuan's sword intent is fast, and with his seventh-level sword king's cultivation, he has long understood the true meaning of the word fast that all laws are broken, and only fast does not break it.

The long sword moved forward, like a shock, like lightning, rubbing against the air and making a hissing sound.

Seeing that Chang Baichuan actually used a fast sword, He Huan's blood-red eyes flashed with a trace of excitement.

What He Huan needs most is the battle of chess opponents, and Chang Baichuan's fast sword is just in line with his appetite.

Facing Chang Baichuan's fast sword, He Huan did not dodge, but also stepped forward with a fast sword.

"Poof, poof......" The sound of flesh and bone breaking came from the ring almost at the same time.

After the voice fell, everyone in the audience was shocked to see that Chang Baichuan's long sword pierced He Huan's shoulder, and He Huan's long sword pierced Chang Baichuan's lower abdomen.

In the ring, He Huan and Chang Baichuan, whose bodies were also stabbed by the blade, had no fear at all, and at the same time withdrew the long sword in their hands.

The moment the sword blade was pulled out, a puddle of red blood erupted from Chang Baichuan's lower abdomen, and He Huan's shoulder was also soaked with blood.

"Come again!" He Huan roared excitedly.

Seeing He Huan hit the sword, a frenzy flashed in his eyes, and Chang Baichuan felt a tingling on his scalp.

Chang Baichuan is now twenty-nine years old, which is also an older young man. He has been practicing kendo for 20 years, and he has been walking and fighting people for 10 years. But even though he had seen thousands of enemies, it was the first time he had seen He Huan such a fierce monster who was not afraid of death, and the more he was injured, the more excited he became.

Unconsciously, a layer of sweat oozed from Chang Baichuan's palm.

Finding that He Huan was glaring at him like a wolf, Chang Baichuan gritted his teeth violently, and stabbed He Huan with his sword again.

This time, Chang Baichuan's sword speed was even faster than before, and even the phantom had disappeared.

Facing Chang Baichuan's enhanced sword momentum, He Huan's blood-colored eyes, the rich bloody aura became heavier.

Suddenly, he let out a roar like a beast, and while rushing forward without fear of death, the long sword in his hand also silently tore through the void and appeared in front of Chang Baichuan.

"Puff ......" Two more broken muscle sounds sounded.

When the voice dissipated, He Huan and Chang Baichuan's figures were fixed in the ring at the same time.

Chang Baichuan's chest, the blood-colored unicorn tooth blade, trembling incessantly.

Looking at the unicorn tooth with half of the blade in his chest, Chang Baichuan stood in place in shock, blood spurting from his mouth, and his body couldn't help shaking.

"Impossible, impossible. How can there be a sword faster than oneself in this world!" Chang Baichuan thought in horror.

Looking at He Huan, he found that He Huan, who was stabbed again in his left shoulder, suddenly rose from his demonic blood-colored pupils.

Sword cultivation will only be in the eyes when it is upgraded. At this moment, Chang Baichuan suddenly understood that He Huan tried his sword, and the ultimate goal was to use him to complete the upgrade.