"This is just the first game!"

"Such an arrangement is really incomprehensible!"

The warriors in the stands around were talking about each other.

Not only them, but even Han Chen and the others were full of incomprehension on their faces at this time.

From the previous rounds of competition, it can be seen that the arrangement of this draw has always been under the control of the nine major sects, whether it is the nine people such as the absolute god, or Han Chen and the others, they have all been deliberately separated and have not encountered them.

Obviously, this is so that everyone can avoid unnecessary duels and thus be eliminated early.

As for now, although it is said that it is the last round, and the duel between everyone is unavoidable and unavoidable, but there is no need to do it at all!

It is completely possible to let Xue Wuxian and the others face up against Han Chen, who are new talents, so that there will be no bias, and it can further ensure the promotion of the nine people.

Isn't the purpose of the arrangement of the previous rounds of the Nine Great Sects so that the nine people can enter the top ten?

But now it's just the first game, and Xue Wuxian and Lei Lingyun are facing each other.

As a result, whoever wins or loses means that one of them will be eliminated and will not be able to enter the top 10. At the same time, it also means that among these newcomers such as Han Chen, one more person will enter the top ten.

Even in the next three days of challenges, the disciples of the nine major sects who were eliminated could challenge and win and re-enter the top ten.

For their nine major sects, in terms of reputation, they will have some impact to some extent.

Such an arrangement. People really can't figure out what the calculations of these nine major sects are.

Han Chen frowned and pondered for a long time, but he couldn't think of a reason, so he couldn't help but shake his head.

Since the Nine Great Sects have arranged it in this way, they naturally have their own ideas, and they will know if they continue to read on.

Thinking of this, he didn't continue to dwell on it, his mind retracted, and he looked up at the martial arts platform.

At this point, everyone else stopped guessing and started watching the game

The sun is shining. A breeze blows.

On the martial arts platform.

"Two years ago, there was a war. only hurriedly exchanged a hundred moves, and did not distinguish the winner or loser. Lei Lingyun wore a purple robe fluttering in the wind, his long hair was flying, and his left hand was clasping a dark purple sheathed long sword. Raise your hand and point straight at the snow without a trace. The gaze is sharp. He said in a deep voice: "Today, I will defeat you!"

Xue Wuxian raised his hand, and a long knife with a sheath appeared in his hand. Although this knife has not yet been unsheathed, its appearance is unobstructed, because the scabbard of this knife is a layer of transparent ice, through this thin ice scabbard, you can clearly see the blade inside the sheath.

Slender as a sword, no more than two fingers wide, with a slight arc, thin as cicada wings, like ice casting.

A very bizarre knife!

"How is it a sword? In the previous competition, didn't Xue Wuji use a sword?" a martial artist wondered.

In the previous game, the weapon used by Xue Wuxian has always been a sword, even when he played against Hua Qingwu, he used a sword weapon, not a knife.

"Stupid, Snow Without a Trace is known as the 'Northern Snow Sword King', and the weapon used is of course a knife!" Hearing the words of this martial artist, someone next to him immediately said disdainfully: "The sword used in the previous competition was just his hidden strength!"

Discussions like this abound.

Feng Ming shook his head, ignoring the martial artists who were talking enthusiastically around him, and said, "If I'm not mistaken, this Snow Without a Trace should be a sword master!"

"Sword and sword?" The few people on the side, Hua Qingwu and Heyoulan, were slightly surprised.

"Well, when Xue Wuxian was young, he cultivated the way of the sword. After the age of twenty, I don't know what the reason is, but I switched to the way of the sword. However, it is rumored that while cultivating the sword path, the sword path has not been put down!" Xiao Bieli on the side nodded and said.

"Maybe his talent may really be more suitable for sword cultivation. He cultivated his sword at the age of six, and by the age of twenty, he had spent fourteen years. And it's only been seven years since he repaired the knife. The Dao realm of the sword had already surpassed his kendo cultivation. Otherwise, it won't win the title of 'Northern Snow Sword King'!"

"What a terrible talent!" Hearing this, Hua danced a few people, and his face suddenly showed surprise.

Among the several people, the shock of the flower light dance was the most profound, because she was defeated by the snow traceless sword before.

The astonishment of that sword, the demeanor of that sword, left a deep impression on her, she couldn't dodge, the only thing she could do was to fight her sword and resist it.

But even though she tried her best, she still lost.

It's hard to imagine what kind of astonishing level Xue Wuji, who has reached such a profound realm in the Sword Path, will reach in the Sword Path.

"That knife of his, it's very peculiar!" Ziyun's gaze fell on the ice blade in Xue Wuji's hand, which seemed to be forged from ice.

"It looks like it's powerful!" Zhao Lin said.

"His name is Qianxuan, it is said that it is made of nine thousand years of Xuan Ice Essence, supplemented by some other rare refining materials, it is a six-grade upper-level spiritual weapon, not only extremely sharp, but also has endless chill, and the power is amazing!" Wei Qing opened his mouth to explain.

"But that Lei Lingyun is not bad!" Feng Ming smiled slightly: "His sword cultivation is not inferior to Xue Wuji's sword path talent, he is also a six-year-old sword cultivator, so far, his realm in the sword path has reached a very terrifying level, it is rumored that he has reached the realm of lightness and self-control! And the dark purple long sword in his hand is also extraordinary." ”

"The name is Lei Yan, which is taken from the red flame essence iron marrow, and the meteorite iron outside the sky, and is cast on the day of the heavenly thunder quenching ninety-nine days, and it is also a six-grade upper-level spiritual weapon. Its sharpness, for Lei Lingyun, can be described as tailor-made, and the strength is amazing!"

As he spoke, Feng Ming's eyes showed a hint of heat, and he said, "Although I don't understand why the Nine Great Sects arranged for the two of them to face each other in this first game." ”

"But the battle between these two people is really exciting!"

Hearing this, the eyes of several other people also became hot, and they stopped talking, and raised their eyes one after another to look at the stage.

On the martial arts platform.

After Xue Wuxian took out the Thousand Xuan Knife, he looked up at Lei Lingyun opposite, his eyes were calm, and he said lightly: "Compared to two years ago, your strength should have improved a lot." I'm sorry though."

As he spoke, his palm lightly pressed on the cold-filled hilt, his five fingers lightly clasped, and his eyes were deep and cold.

"Today, I will not be defeated!"

Choke!

The moment the voice fell, Xue Wuji's figure flashed, rushed out, his arm twitched, he pulled the knife out of the sheath, and slashed out, the terrifying knife qi tore through the air, and with amazing might, he slashed towards Lei Lingyun. (To be continued......)

PS: (Sorry, Thirteen broke his promise.)

A qiē plan is no match for a small change.

On the morning of thirteen, I had already started to code words and catch up with the manuscript. After the first update was written, I was writing the second update, but I didn't expect that there was a sudden power outage.

A truck driver loaded with dirt had an accident and knocked down our voltage pole. The entire town was without power.

The more than 1,000-word manuscript of the second update that Thirteen had worked hard to code out was also glorious in an instant.

There was no electricity, no network, and I didn't call until nine o'clock.

It was nine o'clock, and Thirteen immediately rushed to the manuscript, but it was too late.

I deliberately took a day off today, just for today's outbreak, but it was such an accident, all the plans, all the efforts, were in vain.

Tomorrow thirteen will start work again, and I can't stay up late. The outbreak of 12,000 was also miscarried.

Sorry, guys.

Thirteen promises, broken promises!)