The knockout round has ended, and there are only a dozen people left in the original competition of hundreds of people, and I have to say that the probability of elimination is too great. You must know that these are all the pride of the sky, and any one of them is a genius in the family, but now most people are not even qualified to enter the finals, so it can be seen that there is no trace of moisture in this competition.

The results are out. The ones who advanced were Jian Chen, Feng Buping, Leopard Ji, Jian Wan'er, Jian Changkong, Dugu Defeat, Huang Yan, Zhao Xingzhi, Wu Neng, Wang Zifeng, Gao Feng, Xu Shuai. This peak, Leopard Ji, and Xu Shuai are all casual cultivators, and this year's casual cultivation can be said to have made great progress, and they actually accounted for three places.

The results of the sword family are still good, twelve account for four, and these four seem to be stronger among these twelve people, Zhang Yunkong is a pity, it can be said that his strength is higher than many people who advanced to the finals, but his luck is not good, in the third group, so he can only be ruthlessly eliminated. It can be seen that luck is also part of strength.

"Congratulations to the sword family, this year is still so strong, and it can still come out on top under such pressure." The five major families next to him congratulated Jian Yuan one after another, as for what they thought in their hearts, I'm afraid only God knows. The head of the Liu family is unhappy, after all, among the five major families, only his own family is zero, and this face is really unbearable.

After a half-hour break, the qualifying competition is about to start, and everyone knows that this is the main event, which is related to the big question of whether or not you can enter the sword pool.

Now there are not so many groups, everyone is in one group, and the test table is directly used in the center of the square. Everyone has to compete with the other eleven people one by one, according to the number of games won to determine the ranking, in the case of the same results, the two of them win or lose to determine the ranking, simple and clear.

The way of competition is simple, but each player is a little worried between his eyebrows, no one dares to guarantee that he can defeat everyone here, not to mention that everyone here is not simple, and they all have their own housekeeping skills. The twelve battles can be said to be dead, but fortunately, the conference has prepared a lot of healing elixirs for them, so they basically don't have to worry about being too seriously injured, otherwise it is estimated that few people will be able to survive to the end of the competition.

"The first scene, sword dust vs. peak." Breaking the waves were announced on the stage.

Jian Chen was a little surprised, it seemed that his luck was not very good, and he actually came to the stage for the first time, but fortunately, this peak I had just watched his competition, and his strength was average, so it shouldn't be too troublesome, so he should earn some popularity for himself.

"Do you think Jian Chen's first battle can be won? I've bet a lot of money on him. ”

"I think it's okay, his speed alone should be fine."

"I hope so, or I'll die."

"What do you think of Jian Chen?" Breaking the wave looked at Bukong and asked.

"I can't see through this, the realm is only a swordsman level, but the degree of vigor is indeed not lower than those swordsmen at the third or fourth level, this year's competition is not easy to say." I didn't think about it and said.

"I think Jianchen will win the first place this year." Breaking Lang looked at Jian Chen, who was standing on the stage, and said.

"Oh, why?" There was some surprise that this broken wave was so optimistic about Jian Chen.

"Have you forgotten whose son he is?" Breaking the waves said this sentence slowly.

Hearing this, Bukong looked at Jian Yuan, who was sitting in the stands, and shrank his head, as if he was afraid of something. I can't help but worry about the other geniuses on the stage, hey, the sadness of a genius in a prosperous world. Bukong silently recited a sentence in his heart.

Phew!

The qualifying sword dust was not prepared to keep anything, the blue light flashed on his feet, the cold ice sword reached his hand, and the phoenix sword slashed out, the tip of the sword cut through the air, and let out a wail, which made people tremble.

Jian Chen's opponent Gao Feng obviously frightened Jian Chen's speed, and in the competition just now, although Jian Chen's speed was fast, it was not so terrifying. He immediately held his weapon across his chest, trying to block it.

"Boom!"

Jian Chen's sword slammed into Gao Feng's weapon, and countless sparks splashed up.

Gao Feng kept retreating, trying to unload the power of this sword, but the sword dust didn't give Gao Feng a chance at all, and the sword in his hand continued to stab forward.

The peak receded and retreated, and finally reached the edge of the test bench. And the Ice Sword is still pressing the peak. Gao Feng shook his head helplessly, stepped heavily on his feet, and ejected the test table, obviously giving up the competition and admitting defeat.

Jian Chen's toes were a little on his toes and he returned to the center of the test table. Watch the breaking waves and wait for his results.

"Sword dust wins! In the next game, the sword is in the sky against Wang Zifeng. Breaking the waves announced loudly.

The audience on both sides exclaimed, this sword dust won too beautifully, just a sword, a sword without any characteristics, indomitable, and even forced back to the peak and won the victory. Many people began to regret why they didn't bet some money on Jian Chen.

Jian Chen ended, and the second competition began.

"Brother Jianchen is so powerful." Jian Wan'er took Jian Chen's hand and said.

"Don't tell me anything nice here, wait a minute, be careful, father is not so easy to fool."

Listening to Jian Chen's words, Jian Wan'er stuck out her tongue and turned her head to look at the competition in the sky.

Jian Changkong's sword dust was not worried at all, Wang Zifeng's strength had tried it himself, and it was definitely not Jian Changkong's opponent.

"Devil's Claw!" Wang Zifeng didn't hesitate at all, as soon as he came up, he was his own specialty, obviously wanting to repay the shame of putting sword dust on himself with a sword in the sky.

The wind gusted on Wang Zifeng's claws, which made people's hairs stand up.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The long sword in the sky kept colliding with Wang Zifeng's claws, and the sound was endless, and the sparks kept splashing, and the people who watched were dazzled.

Jian Changkong kept retreating and defending, and the whole person was in a passive state, and the prince was in the limelight.

"This sword is also good, I know that I can't be sharpened, I am weak there, and I wait for the opportunity." Breaking the waves twisted his beard and said. The non-empty on the side also nodded.

"The sky is going to win." Jian Chen said with a smile.

"Why? Isn't that the villain who has the upper hand? Jian Wan'er looked at Jian Chen.

"Wang Zifeng is strong now, but the momentum is a little inferior compared to just now, strong is good, but if you can't quickly win the opponent, it will be very unfavorable to yourself. In less than a few moves, the sky is about to counterattack. You look, you have too little real combat experience. Jian Chen and Jian Wan'er explained that this Wan'er's strength is strong, but her eyesight is still slightly inferior. That's the difference between testing outside and training at home. Jian Chen's many life-and-death battles outside have made him achieve his current achievements, and Jian Wan'er has always been hidden in the sword family, so he is naturally a little inferior to Jian Chen.

At this moment when Jian Chen and Jian Wan'er were preaching, the situation on the stage had changed greatly.

Wang Zifeng, who had been taking the initiative just now, weakened suddenly, and the momentum of the sword that was originally weak continued to rise, and the Wang Zifeng who hit him was caught off guard, and the offensive was even more powerful than Wang Zifeng's just now. This sharp counterattack knocked Wang Zifeng blind, he couldn't imagine that the sword Changkong that he had suppressed just now had such power.

The sword Changkong did not give Wang Zifeng a chance, and the offensive of the long sword was higher and higher, and Wang Zifeng continued to remedy.

"Phew!"

The long sword in the sky stabbed in front of him along the gap of Wang Zifeng's sharp claws, and looking at the tip of the sword that was all within reach, Wang Zifeng put down his hands weakly.

"I lost." The whole person lost his light at this time.

Jian Changkong put away his sword, and walked off the stage without a trace of emotional change.

"Yes, the strength of this sword may not be the strongest, but the tactical arrangement of this actual combat is indeed very reasonable, and it is good for the young man to be able to do this." Many bigwigs on the stage praised Jian Changkong there, and the elders who listened to it were very happy.

The rest of the game went on. The wind was uneven, the leopard was shaking, and Huang Yan also began to really show his fangs, and those who were slightly weaker completely became a foil.

"In the next game, Jian Chen vs. Wang Zifeng."