After more than ten rounds of battles passed, the competition between the inner disciples also entered a white-hot level, and it was no longer possible for the disciples of Tianfu Peak to show as easily as before. The battles between the top 100 were almost all fought in the late stage of condensation, and the disciples all had the skills and magic weapons to press the bottom of the box.

Bei Ying Xuan encountered his first fierce opponent since entering Dabi, a tall square figure of Heavenly Sword Peak. Fang Chengxiang, who also passed all the way, performed more easily than Bei Mingxuan, often as soon as the flying sword came out, the winner was divided.

Fang Chengxiang stood proudly on the stage, dressed in white and fluttering in the wind, with a handsome face, a slender figure and a cold bearing, which provoked the eyes of the senior sisters and sisters in the audience to turn into red hearts.

A girl in the audience: "Fang Chengxiang, win!"

"Senior Brother Fang, I support you!"

"Get that uncle off the stage!"

It seems that Fang Chengxiang, who is in his twenties, is much more popular than Ben Wu's Bei Mingxuan, and only Chen Chengwen and a few people are cold to these girls.

Fang Chengxiang had capital worthy of his pride, and at the age of only twenty-four, he had already realized the sword intent. If it weren't for the purpose of consolidating this sword intent and studying the Questioning Heart Sword Technique, he would have already slammed into the Yudan Realm.

The inner door is just a platform for him to show himself, does he still have an opponent in the same rank?

Fang Chengxiang cupped his fists perfunctorily: "Senior brother, I have conceded." ”

Bei Mingxuan was stunned for a moment, "conceit"? Before the fight started, this is considered a win, right?

Without waiting for Bei Mingxuan to reply, Fang Chengxiang pinched the trick with his left hand, and shouted with his right hand: "Go!"

A small flying sword flew with a string of bells, which was the sound of a heart-warming bell embedded in the tail of the flying sword, and the bell actually carried a trace of soul-stirring magical power.

Bei Mingxuan nodded with a smile, asking about the sword intent, and those who were not determined were terrified when they heard the sound. As soon as he raised his hand, the green dragon sword roared out. Therefore, the disciples of the same sect are very strange, this "uncle" of Tianfu Peak has many magic weapons and a rich family background, even if he scatters the sky runes, it is not strange. Fighting swords in front of the Tianjiao disciples of Heavenly Sword Peak, isn't that a class with an axe and a generous smile.

The Qinglong Sword flew around the Northern Xuan's body, and the sound of "Ding Ding Ding" sounded intensively, and the Green Dragon Sword touched Fang Chengxiang's Heart Sword more than a hundred times in an instant. I don't know if it was intentional or not, the Asking Heart Sword was blocked, and its flying seemed to be a little sluggish, unlike the previous few battles, which would soon form a sword net.

Fang Chengxiang frowned slightly, his hands were urging continuously, and the sound of the bell was even more urgent, but Bei Mingxuan was standing with a smile and was not affected in the slightest. There are only two possibilities, one is that the opponent's divine soul is strong and much higher than his own, and the other is that the opponent's sword intent perception is above him. How is this possible? Fang Chengxiang changed his mind, and suddenly, or there is a third possibility, the other party's family background is too rich, and he has a magic weapon to protect the soul.

Fang Chengxiang snorted coldly, Okay, my sword intent is not just as simple as a soul dementor, then let you see the divine sword of the Heavenly Sword Peak of Shu Mountain. As soon as he spit out his true yuan, the sword trick was pointed out, and the sword of the heart buzzed, and it became as huge as the door panel in vain, and he slashed towards the north of the Xuan.

Unexpectedly, the blue light from the green dragon sword flourished in vain, drawing a graceful arc, bypassing the giant sword, and shooting towards Fang Chengxiang with lightning speed. Fang Chengxiang was caught off guard, he didn't expect that under the pressure of his giant sword, the opponent's flying sword could still counterattack so flexibly.

It is worthy of the Tianjiao of the sect, and between the lightning and flint, his body burst out with a layer of white light from the inside out, and the white light turned into ice armor to try to block the flying sword. The Qinglong Sword quickly wrapped around his neck, and the bone-chilling sword cold penetrated through the soul, and Fang Chengxiang couldn't help but scream.

The audience exclaimed, and even the uncle of the Jiedan Realm in the ring changed his face greatly, this is going to kill someone. Over there, Bei Ying Xuan had already dodged the giant sword in a flicker and walked towards the center of the ring.

"The sword is indomitable, even if it is a conscience, it is directed at the heart of the sword. These sword nets and giant swords are terrifying, but are they still swords?" said Bei Mingxuan lightly.

Fang Chengxiang touched his neck, the ice armor he released had a thin crack on his neck, and the cold on his skin was still there, just now he thought that he had broken his head and soul.

Bei Mingxuan bowed his hand to him: "Senior Brother Fang, I have conceded." ”

There was silence on and off the stage, Bei Mingxuan's performance today was shocking, in addition to refining weapons, it turned out that his combat power was also good. Is this really an uncle with no future? The skill of controlling the flying sword, the experience of grasping the fighter plane, and the ease with which he resists the opponent's conscience and sword intent all show his mellow true essence and powerful divine soul power. Such a person can only stop at Yudan, and many of his fellow disciples have a trace of regret in their hearts.

"It's a pity, if it weren't for the excessive bone age, this kid would really be a good material for sword cultivation. ”

"Yes, it would be nice to cultivate the Tao earlier. ”

"A talent is like this..."

Yes, no matter how good the qualifications and comprehension are, they still have to be supported by the cultivation realm, and a monk who is destined to be unable to turn into an infant will be able to defy the heavens at this moment, and how much future of cultivation will there be?

Even Xia Yunyan turned his head to Feng Yuntai, the elder of Tianfu Peak, and said, "Yuntai, the Outer Gate Refining Pavilion of Tianfu Peak has been performing very eye-catching recently, you have to pay more attention." ”

Feng Yuntai nodded: "This kid of Bei Mingxuan has made a lot of contributions, after the big competition is over, the resources still have to be tilted." ”

Xia Yunyan said: "Is he still short of cultivation resources? There are any rare refining materials, you should pay more attention to him." ”

Feng Yuntai nodded repeatedly.

The sixteenth strong North Ming Xuan encountered the iron into steel of Tianchan Peak, and the body of Buddhism has been cultivated to the extreme, and the steel and iron bones are no worse than ordinary magic weapons. Whether it was a well-refined fist glove or a powerful wand, it was very consistent with his exercises, so as soon as he came to the stage, he had a hard fight with Bei Mingxuan.

There was a loud rumbling sound in the ring, and Bei Mingxuan did not use a sword, but relied on the Yuan Gang shield to have a hard fight with the other party. From retreating again and again at the beginning, to gaining a firm foothold, and finally counterattacking, Bei Mingxuan forced Tie Chenggang to the side of the stage step by step.

Finally, under the heavy punch of Bei Mingxuan, Tie Chenggang sat on the ground with his ass: "Don't fight, don't fight, junior brother, you are really a demon, better than me." ”

Since then, Bei Mingxuan has an additional nickname "Old Demon" among the Ning Jing disciples.

Entering the top eight, this is already a very high honor in the inner gate of the Shushan faction, which is full of masters, and everyone didn't expect that Bei Mingxuan, an unfavored refining disciple, could have such a high result.

However, everyone believed that the road of the Inner Gate Dabi of the Northern Darkness Xuan had ended here, because his opponent was Licheng Sword, who was known as the first sword of the Inner Gate Condensation. Someone joked and asked him to change his name as soon as possible, otherwise after breaking through the Yuanying realm and reaching Yuanying in the future, wouldn't he have the same name as the ancestor?

Although it is just a joke, it can also be seen that everyone's expectations for him are by no means comparable to Fang Chengxiang's strength. His realm ascension was not an impact, but a suppression. He demanded that every realm be ascended in a state of perfection, and never be casual.

However, there is also a rumor that the credibility is not high, saying that it is for Xia Chenglan of Tiandao Peak to grow up with her, who knows.

This time, Xia Chenglan also entered the top eight, and the winner of Lichengjian and Bei Mingxuan will meet her, and the goal of Licheng Jian is to defeat Bei Mingxuan and send her junior sister a ride. "Haha" Thinking of his junior sister's touching eyes, Li Chengjian couldn't help laughing.

Bei Mingxuan said with a surprised face: "Senior Brother Li, please advise." ”

Li Chengjian waved his hand: "It's easy to say, it's easy to say, you are much stronger than the little elephant's flower frame, if you have any questions about kendo in the future, you can come and ask me, I am optimistic about you." ”

Bei Mingxuan said gratefully: "Thank you, senior brother, you must come to the door to ask for advice when the time comes." ”

Li Chengjian nodded with satisfaction, and raised his hand to sacrifice a huge black battle sword: "Sword name Jufeng, junior brother, please!"

Bei Mingxuan sacrificed the Qinglong Sword: "The sword name is Qinglong, senior brother, please." ”

The battle sword slashed down, the momentum was like a rainbow, Bei Mingxuan frowned, and the blue dragon of the blue dragon sword circled around the war sword quickly. In the sound of clanging, Bei Ming Xuan took a flexible and mysterious footwork, avoiding the edge of the sword.

Li Chengjian nodded and called a "good", and the sword momentum changed and rotated like a disk, flicking the entangled Qinglong Sword away, and immediately slashed towards the North Xuanxuan like a light wheel. There was a sound of "", which was blocked by Yuan Gangdun.

Li Chengjian laughed, stepped forward and jumped up, grabbed the battle sword, held his hands high, and slashed towards the North Mingxuan like a mortal swordsman. Bei Mingxuan showed a smile on his face, and also took the Qinglong Sword, shaking it with one hand, and the smoke waves. On the stage, two clouds of light, one black and one green, blew like the wind, and they actually fought like ancient martial arts cultivators, with no spells and no other magic weapons.

The sword opened and closed widely, and the smoke and willows of the North Darkness were like silk, and the two of them were quite evenly matched. Li Chengjian was surprised in his heart, his melee attack was a must in the inner door, even those who were on the same level as him did not dare to directly attack him, this senior disciple of the Northern Darkness was really a talent.

Li Cheng's sword fight was hearty, and he suddenly roared: "Roar!"

A powerful sound wave rushed towards the North Stygian Xuan, and one of the nearly transparent flying needles pierced his eyebrows, which was the secret technique of the Licheng Sword, the Tiger Roar Desperate Needle. Bei Mingxuan was rushed by the sound wave, and there was a turbulent sea in the sea of consciousness, his face changed, and his figure suddenly froze.