"100th ...... of the first round"

"The One Hundred and One ...... of the First Round"

There are a total of 1,000 participants, one-on-one for one game, and there will be a total of 500 games in the first round.

Although the duration of each battle was not very long, at most a quarter of an hour, it was already afternoon by the time the one hundred and one battles were carried out.

Depending on the situation, we can't finish 500 today.

"The one hundred and thirtyth game of the first round: Qi Shaofan of the fourth court vs. Wang Yuan of the seventh court. ”

"Qi Shaofan......" Chu Duan's expression moved slightly, and he felt that this name seemed to have been heard somewhere.

Immediately, when he saw a person in the Fourth Courtyard rushing towards the sword fighting platform, he suddenly realized that it was the person who was going to snatch his Wind Slashing Sword in the Sword Weapon Pavilion.

Qi Shaofan chose the unopened sword weapon to go to the sword fighting platform, but he didn't pay attention to his opponent Wang Yuan, but swept over the Ninth Courtyard with a glance, and crossed the heavy head and landed on Chu Duan's face.

With a cold smile, Qi Shaofan immediately looked at his opponent Wang Yuan, and said with an impatient look: "Hurry up and take out the sword." ”

Wang Yuan was saluting Qi Shaofan, but seeing Qi Shaofan was not moved at all, he was secretly unhappy, and when he heard Qi Shaofan's words, his face changed, and he was a little annoyed.

A sword stabbed out, and the sword shadow was divided into three paths, and the upper, middle and lower three ways stabbed out.

"Insect carving skills. Qi Shaofan's eyes showed disdain, and the corners of his mouth curled. A sword stabbed out.

Suddenly, a series of sword lights appeared.

Qi Shaofan's sword light is also different from the sword light of other swordsmen, like the sword light of other swordsmen, as many as there are together, but Qi Shaofan's sword light appears first, then the second one, and then the third.

One sword light after another appeared continuously, and the visual impact was more obvious than if they appeared together.

Especially Qi Shaofan's sword lights appeared one by one. Then the first one disappeared, followed by the second, but the subsequent sword light still appeared. A coherent and uninterrupted process is formed.

His sword, under the cover of this constantly disappearing sword light, became unfathomable. It's hard to tell.

Wang Yuan's vision was strongly disturbed, and he squinted his eyes as much as possible to make his vision more condensed and reduce the degree of interference, but there were still sword lights in front of him that disappeared and disappeared and continued to repeat, making him dazzled, and he didn't know where Qi Shaofan's sword was.

After barely resisting a few swords, Wang Yuan only felt that his chest was stabbed violently, even if the tip of the unopened sword weapon was oval, this stab still made him feel a sharp pain. The whole person stepped back, and then, another sword slashed on his chest, and he sat down, making it difficult to breathe.

"You lost. There was a cold snort of disdain in his ears. Wang Yuan breathed softly, rubbed his chest with his left hand and glanced at Qi Shaofan, didn't say anything, turned around and walked off the sword fighting platform.

"Qi Shaofan wins. The referee announced, with a blank face.

Qi Shaofan did not step down from the sword fighting platform, but turned his head to look at the Ninth Courtyard again. His eyes fell on Chu Duan's body again, and the sword weapon in his hand was not opened, and anyone could see that he was targeting a certain student of the Ninth Academy.

But because the distance is too many kilometers, it is really impossible to judge.

"Who is this guy provoking?" Liang Haishan frowned and muttered to himself.

Zhuge Ming glanced at Chu Duan, saw that Chu Duan's expression was calm, and he didn't say anything.

Qi Shaofan left the sword fighting platform, and the next game began.

One game after another.

Finally, when the 170th game was played, night fell, and today's game came to an end for the time being.

The next game will be left for tomorrow, and the students will leave in an orderly manner and return to their respective branch swordsmanships, and along the way, there will inevitably be various discussions. ...,

There was no word for the night, and the next day came, and the students gathered again in the arena and sat down.

"The 171st ...... of the first round"

Continuation of the first day of the game and continuation of the second day.

"The one hundred and eighty-second game of the first round: Hong Tianlie of the Fifth Court vs. Zhuge Ming of the Ninth Court. ”

Zhuge Ming slowly stood up, with a smile on his face, and his figure flashed, like a silver lightning bolt quickly heading towards the sword fighting platform.

"You can see what Senior Brother Zhuge is' swordsmanship level?" Chu Duan said secretly, a flash of interest flashed in his eyes.

Hong Tianlie was naturally not Zhuge Ming's opponent, and every sword seemed to be restrained by Zhuge Ming, and he was defeated by Zhuge Ming's sword in less than ten swords.

"The opponent is too weak to see much of the level, but it shouldn't exceed the level of the sword master. Chu Duan thought for a while and said secretly.

Following Zhuge Ming, the top 100 students of the last session were also arranged to compete in the sword fighting platform one by one, and after three years of cultivation, they who were originally excellent in swordsmanship became more exquisite.

As a result, their opponents were saddened, defeated one by one, and all of them became stepping stones to their victory.

This arrangement was deliberate by the judges, who intended to leave the fight of these people further behind, triggering round after round.

During this period, three of the top ten in the previous session also went to the sword fighting platform, and Chu Duan carefully watched their game and found that their opponents were very sad, and they were all defeated with one sword.

There is no way, the other party's prestige is great, in the face of them, most of the students lack confidence, plus the level of swordsmanship is really not as good as theirs, as a result, they don't even have time to play their own level, and they are defeated with a sword.

"Indeed...... It's very sharp,......" Chu Duan said secretly.

"The two hundred and seventy-fifth game of the first round: Lei Hao of the Ninth Court vs. Di San of the Tenth Court. ”

"Finally it was my turn, and I sat until my bones were rusty. Lei Hao got up and stretched his muscles, making a gurgling sound like fried beans, he put down his sword, and his footsteps turned into afterimages with a whoosh, and quickly walked towards the sword fighting platform.

The speed never stopped, and when he crossed the wooden frame, he quickly glanced back, grabbed an unopened sword weapon and jumped directly onto the sword fighting platform.

His opponent Di San also chose a sword weapon and went to the sword fighting platform.

After the two sides saluted, they didn't say a word and went straight to war.

Lei Hao's sword is as fast and fierce as ever, once he enters the combat state, he seems to be transformed into a humanoid beast, and each sword is an interpretation of strength and speed.

And this Di San's sword speed is also very fast, but compared to Lei Hao's speed and strength, it is much inferior in terms of momentum.

Lei Hao's physical strength is very terrifying, once he attacks, each sword is a perfect combination of speed and strength, and each sword carries a strong explosive power.

Under Lei Hao's attack that seemed to be tired of not knowing the road, Di San, who had also been attacking with a continuous sword, gradually lost his strength and turned from attack to defense.

"I don't believe you can keep up this momentum and attack all the time, as long as you stop, that's when I fight back and win. Di San said secretly.

Not only him, but others could also see that Lei Hao's fierce attack had advantages and flaws.

Only Chu Duan knew that Lei Hao's physical fitness was very terrifying, and it didn't seem very realistic to expect him to fail, at least before Di San was weak in defense, Lei Hao should not be exhausted.

Like a raging storm.

"Senior Brother Cangyue, this Lei Hao really has a bit of your style. A student next to Huangfu Cangyue smiled and said.

"Joke, how can he be compared to Senior Brother Cangyue. Another person next to him immediately retorted: "You must know Lu Dao, Senior Brother Cangyue, but the king of swordsmanship of the Sword Mansion, the last session was, and this session must also be." ”

Huangfu Cangyue glanced at it, without appreciation or disdain, that kind of look is the disregard from above, because he has this qualification. ...,

"This guy grew up eating, and he hasn't exhausted himself for anything. Di San's defense began to become difficult, because Lei Hao's sword was very fierce, and every sword that resisted would be slightly shaken, and in this case, Di San's palms were numb and his arms were sore.

The muscles on Lei Hao's arm were squirming, and a stream of force burst out, and a sword slashed hard.

With a sonorous sound, Di San only felt that his palm vibrate, the tiger's mouth seemed to be torn, the sword in his hand couldn't hold it and flew out, and in the next breath, a terrible wind that seemed to break his face door whistled, and before he could react, there was something more on his neck.

There was a clang, and Di San's sword fell a few meters away.

"Lei Haosheng. ”

The referee announced loudly, and the sound reached everyone's ears.

"Such a fierce swordsmanship, full of wildness. The informal smile on Huang Buxian's face subsided a little, and said lightly.

"It's a bit of Huangfu Cangyue's style, but compared to Huangfu Cangyue, it's a big thing. Tang Shaobo said softly: "But it's also very good, at least one hundred and fifty people shouldn't have too much difficulty." ”

After defeating the opponent, Lei Hao also returned to his seat, still with an awe-inspiring battle intent all over his body, and his eyes fell directly on Chu Duan's face, and the expectation in his eyes was undisguised.

"The first round of the 276th ......"

"The first round of the two hundred and seventy-seventh ......"

Soon, the second day's competition will be temporarily over by nightfall, and it seems that it will take another day for the first round of matches to end.

"The 350th game of the first round: Zhao Longkun of the 9th court vs. Liu Caihong of the 10th court. ”

Zhao Longkun went to the sword fighting platform, defeated Liu Caihong after thirty swords, and in the last session, Zhao Longkun ranked one hundred and forty-second in the total list.

Although he already knew about Chu Duan's defeat of Zhong Liyang, it was a fact that Zhong Liyang was not as good as him Zhao Longkun.

When he returned, Zhao Longkun gave Chu Duan a special look.

It's just that Chu Duan didn't pay attention to him, because Zhao Longkun's strength in defeating Liu Caihong was at least eighty percent, and his swordsmanship level was basically clearly seen by Chu Duan, and there was nothing commendable.

"Round 1 499 ......"

"500 ...... of the first round"

Finally, after three days, the first round of the Sword is King Finals is over, and tomorrow is the fourth day, that is, the second round of the Sword King Finals, which will be even more exciting.