Bang!

In the rain, the figure flew out of the martial arts platform and landed on the platform, spurting out a mouthful of blood again.

The rain fell down, mixed with the blood, turned into bright blood, and slowly flowed away.

When!

An iron spear fell from the sky and landed beside the figure with a soft thud.

Looking at Mu Shaobai, who was ragged and unconscious, there was silence in the stands around him.

Soon, the disciples of Xuanyuan Sect came to the stage and carried Mu Shaobai down to heal his wounds.

"This Mu Shaobai is a little wronged!" Han Chen retracted his gaze, shook his head, and said.

Hearing this, Xiao Bieli and Hua Qingwu turned their heads to look at the martial arts platform, and although his face was a little pale, Lei Lingyun was still standing, and there was a trace of awe in his eyes.

Mu Shaobai's strength is not strong, and the power of "Xuanyuan Zhenshan Gong" is even more powerful, but his luck is too bad.

finally hid his strength and reached the finals, but he didn't expect to encounter Baili Chitose among the strongest three.

There was no resistance at all, just sixteen moves, and they were defeated, and even the hole card means were not had a chance to be used.

And now, when he encountered Lei Lingyun, he thought that he could show his full strength and win a place and re-enter the top ten.

But the result was completely unexpected, and the full strength was indeed exerted, but it was still himself who lost.

Mu Shaobai's defeat was not in his own strength, but in luck.

If he met Jing Wufeng, or Yang Feng. Even if it's anyone else, they won't necessarily lose!

But there are no ifs in the world, defeat is defeat, and there is no chance to start over.

Of course, he can also make a comeback in the next three days of challenges and continue to challenge.

It's just that at that time, will he succeed in his place, or will he continue the tragedy and fail again. No one knows.

"Shaobai has been dominant in the sect for a long time. He is used to being arrogant, and now this defeat is not a good thing for him!" an elder of the Xuanyuan Sect sighed lightly.

"If the mood can be achieved. He didn't have a chance to catch up!" said another Xuanyuan Sect elder.

Hear the words. The elders of the other eight sects all nodded.

All the elders are all strong in the Sword Sect Realm. How old and spicy his vision is, how can he not see the reason why Mu Shaobai will lose. It's entirely because the game hasn't started yet, and the mood is already chaotic, which affects the next fight.

Otherwise, he would not have ended up being caught by Lei Lingyun, seriously injured with one blow, and then playing his hole cards.

One wrong step, one wrong step.

Both of them are geniuses, and their strength is not much different, and the impact of a slight gap is not big, if they are in a calm mood, it is not impossible to turn defeat into victory.

It's a pity that now it's a foregone conclusion, and it's useless to say more.

With a wave of his hand, Yun Hong repaired the almost destroyed martial arts platform again, and even condensed it again, making it hard and elevating it again, reaching a level comparable to the top four-grade spiritual weapons.

Although he was not a forger, this was not a difficult task for him with the strength of the Seven-Star Sword Sect.

The fighting platform was repaired and the game continued.

Whoosh!

The sound of breaking the air sounded, and two figures crossed the rain curtain and jumped onto the martial arts platform.

These two people are Nangong Xingchen and Yang Feng!

These two people are relatively cultivated, but they did not appear like Lei Lingyun and the two before, and they had already fought before they had already fought each other.

"Please advise!" Yang Feng took out the long sword on his back and drew it

sheath, a sword salute.

"Let's make a move!" Nangong Xingchen smiled faintly, returned a sword salute, and pointed diagonally at the ground with a long sword in his hand.

Yang Feng's gaze swept over the long sword in Nangong Xingchen's hand, a long sword that was quite quaint and had the Big Dipper Cloud Pattern printed on the spine of the sword, not the silver-white long sword when he used the "Seven Stars Leaving the Sky Sword Technique" yesterday, which made Yang Feng breathe a sigh of relief in his heart.

To be honest, in the face of Nangong Xingchen, Yang Feng was still under a lot of pressure in his heart, when he faced Han Chen yesterday, the power of the "Seven Stars Leaving the Sky Sword Technique" was really terrifying, he was really worried, as soon as Nangong Xingchen came up, he would use that sword technique.

But despite this, Yang Feng still did not have the slightest relaxation in his heart. Nangong Xingchen's strength is already extremely strong, and in terms of cultivation realm, it is far from comparable to him, and even the amazing speed of the sword is not something he can match.

In this match, he has little hope of winning.

But whether he won or lost, he did not retreat in the slightest. Because even if he loses, this is also an experience for him, and he can accumulate his own heritage.

"Beware!"

With a soft drink, Yang Feng's figure flashed, bursting out, and on the way to the person, the long sword slashed across the air, and a style of autumn maple rolled leaves cut out.

The sword light flickered, and the fierce sword qi swept away the raindrops falling in the air like autumn maple sweeping the leaves, turning into a rain dragon, and attacking towards Nangong Xingchen.

"It's good to come!"

Nangong Xingchen's eyes were bright, he shouted, his arm shook, and the snow-bright seven-star sword slashed horizontally like lightning, and the sword qi was agitated, directly cutting the rain into a long dragon, one qi ē two halves.

At this moment, Yang Feng's figure flashed, and he had already appeared in mid-air.

"Take me another sword, autumn water will be long!"

With a soft shout, the long sword in Yang Feng's hand rolled, and the rain within a radius of 100 meters instantly swept up, and with the agitation of the sword qi, it turned into a 100-meter-long stream of water sword qi, and slashed down.

Nangong Xingchen had just broken the rain dragon at this time, and the long sword that had been cut out horizontally had not yet been withdrawn, and it was the time when the old force had not gone and the new force had not been born.

"Haha, what a move, see how I can break your sword!" Nangong Xingchen laughed.

"Nanxing Beidou!"

The moment the voice fell, a sword light shone up, like a star on the horizon, obviously not strong, but it was so dazzling.

The sword light soared into the sky, directly meeting the hundred-meter-long rain sword qi, and with a 'bang', the rain was thrown in the air, and the rain sword qi was directly cut in half.

"So fast"

"It's not just that the speed of the sword is faster, but even the speed of the body seems to have become faster!"

Looking at Nangong Xingchen's posture of stepping out of the sword slowly becoming illusory and dissipating, people couldn't help but let out an exclamation.

"It seems that I am not the only one who has comprehended the battle yesterday!" Han Chen's eyes also showed a hint of surprise.

The Phantom Step he cultivated had very strict requirements for the afterimage, and his feelings were naturally more profound.

The ability to make the afterimage dissipate at such a slow speed is something that can only be done if its own speed is at a certain level.

"You also take my sword, Flying Star Slash!"

Looking at Yang Feng, who was falling, Nangong Xingchen shouted, his arm shook, and the snow-bright seven-star sword slashed in the air, and five sword lights shone out, instantly intertwined, turning into a dazzling five-pointed flying star, breaking through the air, and attacking towards Yang Feng at an extremely fast speed.

"Kaede Dance!"

Yang Feng's pupils shrank suddenly, and it was too late to dodge at this time, so he immediately raised a mouthful of True Yuan, and the long sword in the field shook, the sword light was dazzling, and eighteen sword qi were slashed out in an instant.

Eighteen sword qi were intertwined in the air, and it was actually the same as Nangong Xingchen's flying star slash, turning into a huge sword qi maple leaf, flying in the air, affecting the dazzling flying star that came from the slash.

Rumble!

With a deafening roar, the flying star and the maple leaf collapsed in unison, turning into a powerful shockwave that spread out in all directions.

Yang Feng was already inferior to Nangong Xingchen in the city, he was hard to shake, attracted by the qi machine, the qi in his body, the qi and blood were already churning, at this time, the shock wave was agitated, he couldn't help but let out a muffled snort, and his body retreated a few steps back.

On the other hand, Nangong Xingchen looked extremely relaxed, with a wave of the seven-star sword, the shock wave that rushed was directly smashed, turning into pieces of strong wind, blowing his clothes 'pop'.

"You are not my opponent, if you continue to fight, it will only hurt you, there is no point, admit defeat!" Nangong Xingchen flipped his wrist, stood with his sword in his hand, looked at Yang Feng and said.

"I won't admit defeat!" Yang Feng took a deep breath, lowered the churning qi in his body, and then raised his head, looked at Nangong Xingchen, who was like a mountain, making himself unshakable, and said: "I have already seen the victory and defeat, even if I lose, I will do my best to the last of my strength, worthy of my own heart!"

The voice fell, Yang Feng swung his long sword, smashing the rushing shock wave, and then stepped on the ground with the soles of his feet, and a touch of gloom appeared in the depths of his eyes.

"Autumn leaves are drifting!"

Swish!

The long sword crossed the sky, the terrifying sword pressure permeated the air, a violent wind was generated out of thin air, and the scattered and rolling strong wind around was directly blown away, and the rain falling in the air was also swept over, flying in the air with the wind.

In this wind, a little cold sword light suddenly appeared, piercing the air, like a meteor catching the moon, hitting Nangong Xingchen.

"I'm worthy of my own heart, then I'll let you fight to the last point of strength!" Nangong Xingchen's eyes were bright, and he laughed loudly.

Swish!

The sword light flashed, and the snow-bright long sword was straight here, without any fancy, only the incomparably fast speed, as if a meteor breaking through the sky, directly met the cold sword light.

With a 'choking' sound, it was like a fine iron attack, Nangong Xingchen's figure only stagnated slightly, and then broke Yang Feng's attack, and then his toes dripped and turned into an afterimage, attacking Yang Feng.

Looking at Nangong Xingchen who was rushing forward, Yang Feng's pupils shrank, but he did not retreat at all, because he knew very well that in terms of speed, he was not Nangong Xingchen's opponent at all.

Since you have to fight to the last point of strength, you naturally can't dodge around.

Battle, then face the attack!

"Autumn is endless, and the maple dances in the sky!"

The meaning of depression in the depths of his eyes was even stronger, and the true yuan in his body was like a tide, rolling and surging, Yang Feng's figure flashed, and he raised his sword to face Nangong Xingchen.

Bell, bell, bell

The two long swords turned into two sword curtains, exchanging blows, colliding, and the crisp sound of fine iron strife, which resounded in people's ears continuously, but did not give people a sense of discomfort, but revealed a rhythm, which made people can't help but immerse themselves in it.

"This is the Dao heart that a martial artist should have!"

Looking at the martial arts platform, Yang Feng, who had never been defeated at all, and still tried his best to fight, Han Chen muttered. (To be continued......)