The soul guide screen scrolled rapidly again, and the list of games was determined.

Ye Feichen still stood on the stage calmly as usual. It's just that the gaze of Ziguang behind him, accompanied by the rustling sound of writing, made him a little uncomfortable.

And his opponent, as it happens, also uses knives. It's just that his knife is much wider than Ye Feichen's, and it is a simple and heavy sword, which is supported on the ground at this time.

"Fan Gutai."

"Ye Feichen."

After a round of competition, everyone has become accustomed to a short self-introduction, and no one thinks much about it. Ye Feichen didn't dare to slack off, and immediately released the martial spirit. The two knives, one slender and the other heavy, suddenly formed a strong visual impact.

The soul rings of both of them fluctuated faintly. Ye Feichen took the lead in breaking the confrontation, hit the ground with his right foot, and rushed towards the other party.

Fan Gutai also lifted the heavy sword and put it in front of him.

"Kick..." The two knives clashed, and the sound was a little duller than before. The power of the Fan Gutai knife is unusually large, Rao is Ye Feichen, and the unknown point is also numb. The other party obviously also read Ye Feichen's shock, and took advantage of this gap to backhand. Ye Feichen hurriedly put his right hand on the blade of the knife, pressed a thousand blades, and borrowed the strength to cross back. The other party's knife swept past his eyes, and the wind it brought up hurt faintly on his face.

Ye Feichen was unfavorably out of the division, and he fell behind in the first battle at the beginning. He didn't dare to rush forward again, put on a defensive posture, and nervously thought about countermeasures in his head.

Fan Gutai's strength is undoubtedly much greater than him, and if he wants to win, he must avoid his edge and make the opponent's advantage in strength useless.

Only start from the soul power and sword skills...

The opponent's soul power cultivation is not yet known, and his soul power cultivation can only be at a medium level. And his knife is light and slender, and perhaps it is best to fight fast and slow.

After clarifying his thoughts, Ye Feichen's luck was refreshed, and his mood was a little better. After all, he wasn't without a chance of winning.

It's just that you can't make rash moves anymore. In this way, even if you make a move, you must be very cautious.

Fan Gutai probably thought the same way, so he was still waiting in place. While standing, he didn't forget to look up and squint, his eyes full of arrogance.

Ye Feichen took a deep breath, mobilized his soul power as much as he could, and rushed over with a thousand blades of cold flames.

Here it comes!

Fan Gutai was not surprised. The previous collision had shown that it was clear that his power prevailed. This time, Ye Feichen's old tricks will only be a repetition of history. In fact, the expression just now was just a pretense from him, just to lure the snake out of the hole. After all, if he can enter the second round, he will not get carried away for a little advantage.

Thinking like this, he lifted the heavy knife up, concentrating on his luck, and waited for Ye Feichen's attack.

Ye Feichen turned the thousand blades, and still slashed out horizontally, fighting with the heavy sword again.

This time, Fan Gutai did not stay long. For the first time, he was not familiar with Ye Feichen's various abilities, so he played a little conservatively. And this time, he has basically figured out Ye Feichen's knife power, so he can be bolder. Even if he has a back hand, he can adapt to the situation.

Thinking of this, he deliberately increased his strength, and the muscles on his arms suddenly appeared. The Thousand Blades of Cold Flame were also peeled off without any suspense and tilted to the side.

Ye Feichen's eyes were like frost, and he couldn't see a trace of panic. And his pupils had turned ice blue.

The other party also saw the abnormal change in his pupil color. But he is still very confident, after all, he is at the crushing level in terms of strength, and if there is any emergency, it will be enough to drop ten times with one force.

He flipped his wrist, and the heavy knife turned around, slashing upwards diagonally, swinging away the cold flame thousand blades and slashing towards Ye Feichen's right hand. Based on his previous experience, he quickly made a judgment that at this distance, even if Ye Feichen barely dodged, he would not be able to escape his next continuous attacks, and he would definitely be overstretched. As long as Ye Feichen is completely suppressed by him, half of this game will be won.

However, it was a pity that the speed of the heavy knife was inexplicably slower, Ye Feichen turned sideways, and his right arm brushed against the blade. What's more, Ye Feichen didn't change his color at all, so he avoided the knife with ease, and there was no effort at all as he expected.

Fan Gutai frowned, and secretly said strange in his heart. But he also made a decision immediately, mobilized his soul power, and blasted out towards Ye Feichen with his other hand in a fist.

Ye Feichen raised his right hand and palmed his fist.

At the moment of contact, Fan Gutai only felt that a punch had hit the loach, and part of the power naturally slid towards it, and it was not added to Ye Feichen. He hurriedly and quickly took control, but his punch was still partially weakened. Ye Feichen took a punch.

Huang Xudong raised his eyebrows. This kid, is it modeled after my cyclone unloading? . . .

A smile appeared on Ye Feichen's face, as if he was affirming Huang Xudong. Indeed, that cyclone was too difficult to practice, and his temporary hard training was just an imitation, and its effectiveness was far from enough. But it's enough to deal with Fan Gutai.

And, not only that.

In the next moment, a chill began to spread from his fist like a wildly growing moss.

Wrong!

Fan Gutai raised his head in astonishment. When he saw his martial soul heavy sword, his eyes instantly froze.

The blade and even the body of the knife were covered with a layer of cold frost, which at this time seemed to be carved from ice, shining in the sun.

On the other hand, Ye Feichen had already raised his left hand, and the bright red runes clinged to his eyes, and his pupils instantly turned red. Then a ball of flame enveloped his left fist, as if it were on fire.

Fan Gutai suddenly panicked. The frost had crept over his right shoulder, and he struggled to raise his arm, let alone block the blow.

But he hasn't despaired yet. Fan Gutai tried his best to urge his soul power, circulating on his right shoulder, melting the frost and trying to protect himself. At the same time, he immediately gave up his martial spirit, freed his left hand, and blasted out a punch at Ye Feichen with pure strength. There is no doubt that he wants to trade his injuries for win, even if Ye Feichen eats this punch, he will at least not lose.

Ye Feichen was also keenly aware of Fan Gutai's intentions, so he simply calculated the plan, and his left palm suddenly changed direction and waved towards Fan Gutai's left hand. At this time, Fan Gutai's left hand did not even have soul power attached, and colliding with this blow was tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg.

No matter what, fight!

Fan Gutai's left hand deliberately missed, and he leaned his body to the left a little, allowing his shoulder to bear the blow. The soul power on his right shoulder also converged into his right fist, and then he quickly hit Ye Feichen. At the moment, he had no time to think about anything else.

As long as you can hit, as long as you can hit!

Ye Feichen's eyes froze. This person is really crazy...

In desperation, he had no choice but to fade the flame of his right fist, mobilize his soul power, and convert all the destructive power of the flame into pure thrust.

A palm slammed into Fan Gutai's left shoulder, and Ye Feichen jumped out with his strength. The cold flame thousand blades on the ground turned into a trace of air and dissipated, and then re-condensed in Ye Feichen's palm.

The first soul ring lit up. Ye Feichen turned around and stabbed out the thousand blades.

The blade of the knife was suddenly extended, and the crimson light rushed towards Fan Gutai.

Fan Gutai also picked up his heavy knife and placed the rungs in front of him. As long as this blow is blocked, he has hope of winning.

The next moment, however, the sword almost stabbed him—from the hole of his heavy knife. The next moment, he was taken off the stage.

It was a ridiculous result. When he came back to his senses, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"You're in luck."