Fifth Elder Han Zhen glanced at the fiery red sun in the sky and estimated the time. He immediately walked up to the stage.

"Let's conduct the last round of competition, and the winner will be included in the list of ten!" Standing in the middle of the platform, the fifth elder Han Zhen looked around the field and said in a loud voice.

Counting the five Han Xuan who reached the nine-star level and Han Ling'er who reached the one-star sword guard, there were six people in total, and the six people directly accounted for six places.

The remaining four places were contested by the last eight people. The winner advances to the top ten, and the loser is eliminated.

Ignoring the slightly noisy crowd below, he took out the list book, swept his gaze over the names of the last eight people above, and then read out the names of the two people aloud.

"Han Ye, Han Sen!"

As the voice of the five elders fell, two of the young men who had been standing on the edge of the platform early in the morning took a step forward.

Feel the gaze of your surroundings on you. The chests of the two couldn't help but straighten, their waists straightened, and their eyes showed a strong pride.

The two of them didn't take the steps, so they came to the edge of the platform, and the soles of their feet were strong, and they stepped heavily on the ground, and one turned over and jumped onto the platform.

Standing in the middle of the platform, the two of them were two of the six people who had reached the eight-star level, and their strength was both in the middle of the eight-star sword service.

"The competition begins!" the fifth elder glanced at the two of them lightly and said softly. Then he turned around and walked off the stage.

is also a disciple of the same family, and they are both eight-star, and the two know each other well. At this time, the eyes of the two looking at each other were full of war.

The disciples of the families around the square were extremely excited at this time, in the previous competition, the opponents of these eight-star sword attendants were all at the seven-star level, and often when they handed out a move, the opponent was blasted out of the stage. They don't see anything at all.

Now that I finally waited for the competition between the two eight-star sword attendants, how to make them not excited.

Although Han Linger and Song Baishan were not interested in the competition between the two, Han Chen and Song Ruoyu watched with interest.

Especially Song Ruoyu, this restless little witch, at this time, her delicate little face was even more flushed because of excitement, making it look even more cute.

The powerful minds in the VIP seat were also watching with interest at this time. This assessment and selection competition is only now the real beginning.

The two on the stage did not make everyone wait for long. After staring at each other for a few breaths, the two snorted softly and rushed towards each other with their fists raised.

"Bang!" there was a muffled sound, and the first attack of the two was a fist bombardment.

After the punch, both of them took a few steps back at the same time, but then turned around and rushed at each other again.

The two of them are similar in strength, and they are usually diligent in the family, and they often drill into the Sword Pavilion when they don't have anything to do, and the combat skills suitable for the eight-star sword attendants in the Sword Pavilion have basically been practiced.

So in general, the two are basically evenly matched.

And that's exactly what happened, although every attack of the two was full of force, the other party was always able to easily defuse it.

"Bang, bang, bang"

From time to time, the muffled sound of the two banging each other sounded on the stage, although the two could not distinguish the winner for the time being, but this kind of exciting hand-to-hand combat made everyone addicted.

However, as time passed, the physical strength of the two also decreased rapidly, and fine beads of sweat quickly emerged from the two of them.

Feeling the increasing lack of internal breath in their bodies, the two also understood that if they continued to fight each other like this, they would only end in a draw.

But at this time, the two were fighting together, and they couldn't stop. If you withdraw at this time and lose your momentum, you will inevitably be caught by the other party.

Knowing this, the two of them were also ready to fight quickly, and the little internal breath left in their bodies was running quickly, and at the same time they roared and fought together.

"It's about to be decided!" Han Chen muttered to himself as he looked at the two people who were frantically fighting each other on the stage.

At this time, Han Ling'er and the others also looked at the platform, glanced at the two of them, and both nodded lightly.

Not long after Han Chen's voice fell. I saw that the young man named Han Sen on the stage seemed to be due to physical exhaustion, so he staggered a step and fell to the left, and suddenly the empty door was exposed.

Seeing Han Sen revealing such a big flaw, Han Ye's eyes were overjoyed, and a yellow halo appeared on his right leg, bringing up an afterimage, and kicked at Han Sen's chest violently.

"Shadow Legs!"

Split Shadow Legs, Yellow Rank Three-Rank Combat Skills, Leg Combat Skills, Six-Star Sword Swordsmen can all be practiced.

Han Sen, who had fallen to the left in one step, suddenly had a gleam in his eyes, and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

The palms were raised, condensed into claws, and a faint internal breath lingered back and forth on it, and a faint yellow halo emerged from it.

Just as Han Ye's right leg was about to kick Han Sen's chest, Han Sen suddenly reached out with his claws and buckled on the ankle of the latter's right leg.

"Talon!"

Eagle Claw, a first-class combat skill of the Yellow Order, can be practiced as long as you reach the three-star sword attendant.

Seeing that his right foot was buckled, Han Ye's face changed, and he was about to make a move, but after all, it was a step too late.

I saw Han Sen's claws clasped on the latter's ankles, and with the help of his body, his back was facing the latter, and his legs kicked violently to the ground, and the whole person fell backwards into the latter's arms. Han Sen's right arm flexed back, and an overlord elbow slammed into the backward chest.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, Han Ye's whole person flew backwards violently.

"Peng!", and fell heavily to the ground.

At this time, Han Ye's face turned pale, and he reached out to cover his chest, which was emitting bursts of sharp pain. With a wry smile, he said softly: "I lost!"

Hearing this, Han Sen's body relaxed, and at the same time, he breathed a heavy sigh of relief in his heart, and arched his hand to Han Ye, who was lying on the ground and couldn't get up due to severe pain: "Accept it!"

"The competition is over, Han Sen wins!"

As the voice of the five elders rang out. There was a burst of warm applause in the audience, and Han Sen also yelled excitedly.

"Han Chen, Han Tong!" After the two of them stepped down from the stage, the five elders took out the list book and read out the two names aloud again.

As soon as the words fell, a sturdy young man walked out of the few people on the side of the platform, walked to the edge of the stage, stretched out his hand and pressed on the edge of the platform, turned over, jumped on the platform, and walked slowly to the middle of the platform, looking at Han Chen calmly with his eyes.

Looking at this young man, Han Chen raised his eyebrows and swept his gaze over this young man.

The young man was indeed very strong, at least as far as the people Han Chen had seen, only Han Qingcang could win, his ordinary face was calm, and his eyes were unwavering. However, Han Chen saw a trace of disdain in his eyes.

Han Chen was very impressed by this big man, this Han Tong was the only one of the six who had reached the late eight-star stage.

"Brother Han Chen, come on!"

Slowly got up, stretched slightly, and turned his head to Han Ling'er with a confident smile.

He immediately picked up his steps and walked to the platform, and at the same time secretly said to himself in his heart: "Is it in the late stage of the Eight Stars?"

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