Early the next morning, Ye Zihan went out early and came to the Dabi venue.

Today, the first knockout round of this big competition will be held, and 120 people will determine the top 60.

After yesterday's game, the people who could stay more or less had some strength, and Zhao Ning'er and Duanmu Shenrui also successfully advanced.

Zhao Ning'er and Duanmu Shenrui stood together, and when they saw Ye Zihan, the two walked towards him.

"Brother Zihan, don't come unharmed." Duanmu Shenrui hugged his fists and greeted.

"Brother Duanmu too, I don't know what the two of you came to me for?" Ye Zihan asked suspiciously, although the two entered the sect with him, he was not familiar with the two.

Duanmu Shenrui hesitated a little and then said: "You and I and Senior Sister Ning Er are the last disciples to enter the sect, and the old disciples who entered the sect before look down on us very much, because our strength is insufficient, so we want to form an alliance, and we want to invite Brother Zihan to create an alliance with us."

Ye Zihan hesitated for a moment and then said: "Since Brother Duanmu invited, it is inconvenient to refuse in the next, and it will be counted as the next."

Duanmu Shenrui looked happy after getting a positive answer, he didn't know Ye Zihan's specific strength, but it was enough to enter the semi-finals, even if his strength was not as good as him, it was a big help.

After the greetings, the two left.

"Alliance?" Ye Zihan said softly.

After everyone arrived, Xuanweizi announced: "This competition has officially begun"!

In the first game, "Liang Wuji vs. Li Yue".

After Liang Wuji stepped into the ring, he shouted arrogantly: "Who is called Li Yue, come out and die"!

But as soon as Li Yuegang stepped into the ring, he immediately surrendered and conceded defeat.

Liang Wuji glanced at it disdainfully and said, "What a coward."

After a few more competitions, Ye Zihan heard it

"In the eighth game, Zhao Ning'er fought against Ling Feng".

Zhao Ninger is still wearing a black long dress, showing her charm. Ling Feng, as his name suggests, is as fierce as the wind, and his face is cold.

The two stepped into the ring together, and the battle began.

"Senior Brother Ling Feng, please give me advice!" Zhao Ning'er hugged her fists.

Ling Feng nodded, and then a sharp blade popped out and fixed it on Ling Feng's arm.

Ling Feng's weapon was a fist sword.

Zhao Ning'er was not far behind, and a folding fan shining with purple light immediately fell into her hand.

Seeing this, Ling Feng took the lead in attacking.

Ling Feng's figure flickered, and then dragged out one afterimage after another, attacking Zhao Ning'er from all directions.

The green wind blades immediately condensed, and each afterimage carried a wind blade.

The green wind blade in the sky whistled and relaxed, slashing towards Zhao Ning'er.

Zhao Ning'er's expression gradually became solemn, and she raised the folding fan in her hand and fanned it around.

"Netherworld"!

A strange purple whirlwind blew up and collided with the wind blade. Two intense rays of light collided.

Strong energy fluctuations were everywhere, stirring the air to form waves of qi, and everyone only felt a wave of qi rushing towards them.

The strong light dissipated, and with this move, the two were evenly divided.

Ling Feng stood not far in front of Zhao Ning'er and gasped, the instant killing of the wind was still quite expensive for him now.

Zhao Ning'er's complexion was much better than Ling Feng's, but at this moment, sweat also wet her clothes.

Although Zhao Ning'er entered the sect the latest and had the shortest cultivation time, after the careful teaching of Granny Yu, and the fact that she had a high-level spiritual root, her cultivation was not weaker than Ling Feng, or even better.

"Senior Brother Ling Feng beware." Zhao Ning'er said.

Ling Feng nodded and folded his arms in front of him in a defensive posture, at this moment he also knew that it would be futile for him to attack again.

Zhao Ning'er snorted, and then saw Zhao Ning'er split into two figures in an instant, and the three Zhao Ning'er rushed towards Ling Feng at the same time to attack.

Phantom Phantom Killing, an intermediate spiritual product exercise, cultivated to the point of completion, can copy multiple clones at the same time to launch attacks together, and the strength of each clone has 40% of the body.

Zhao Ning'er obviously didn't cultivate deeply, but it was more than enough to deal with Ling Feng.

Ling Feng obviously didn't expect Zhao Ning'er to be carrying a spiritual product technique, her face changed drastically, and she hurriedly activated her whole body's spiritual power defense.

But the three figures attacked from three sides at the same time, and Ling Feng naturally couldn't take care of it.

Zhao Ning'er holds a purple folding fan, the fan surface is as smooth as the sun, and there is also a dark purple green bamboo painted on it.

The folding fan is opened horizontally and placed in the shape of a fan, and the edge of the fan surface is like a sharp blade slashing towards Ling Feng.

Ling Feng hurriedly raised his fist sword to resist, and unexpectedly, Zhao Ning'er's attack was easily blocked by him.

Before he had time to be happy, he saw Zhao Ning'er in front of him slowly disappearing.

Only then did Ling Feng realize that this was Zhao Ning'er's clone!

At the same time, the attacks of the other two Zhao Ning'er also reached Ling Feng's side.

Ling Feng gritted his teeth and seemed to have made up some kind of determination.

"Whirlwind Slash," Ling Feng shouted.

I saw a whirlwind slowly blowing beside Ling Feng, enveloping him.

The whirlwind gradually became bigger, and Zhao Ning'er saw that the situation was not right, so she hurriedly retreated, but her clone was a step too late and was shattered by the whirlwind.

The spirit product advanced exercises, whirlwind slashing! Forming a whirlwind around oneself and slashing out three different wind blades at the same time! It is extremely powerful, but because the exercises are easy to make people go mad and easily hurt themselves, very few people practice.

Because of this, no one cares about this exercise all year round, and it is placed in the corner of the first floor of the Seven Xuan Palace.

Zhao Ning'er's face was solemn, she sensed danger.

Ling Feng's eyes had turned blood-red at this moment, as if he was going crazy.

A swirling wind blade slashed towards Zhao Ning'er.

Zhao Ning'er's footwork changed, and she could avoid this wind blade, but the wind blade actually changed direction and slashed at Zhao Ning'er again.

Zhao Ning'er had no choice but to fight with her.

"Netherworld Ghost Wind"! Purple winds blew again, rushing towards the wind blade in front of them.

The wind blade is like a bamboo, breaking through one ghost wind after another. In the blink of an eye, he came to Zhao Ning'er.

Zhao Ning'er had no choice but to raise the Nether Fan in her hand and aim the fan at this wind blade, trying to block it.

The wind blade slashed the Nether Fan, and an extremely strong impact came, Zhao Ning'er's body flew backwards involuntarily, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out. But the Wind Blade was also successfully blocked by the Nether Fan.

Zhao Ning'er propped up her body and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.

Seeing that her beloved apprentice was injured, Granny Jade couldn't help but stand up and wanted to stop the game.

But Styx stood up to stop it: "Zhao Ning'er didn't admit defeat, wouldn't Elder Yu violate the rules by doing this?"

Granny Jade also seemed to realize her gaffe, and immediately sat down to continue watching the game.

"Ning'er, you must ensure your safety!" Granny Yu thought to herself.

Seeing that this wind blade was blocked, Ling Feng continued to attack.

A pitch-black wind blade slashed towards Zhao Ning'er in the shape of a crescent moon.

"Phantom Shield"! Zhao Ning'er sacrificed a shield in front of him.

The black wind blade slashed at the shield, and the shield was suddenly knocked out of cracks, as if it would shatter at any moment.

Eventually, when the Black Wind Blade was blocked, the Shadow Shield was shattered.

These two attacks were already equivalent to the full force of a cultivator of the eighth layer of Qi Condensation, and it was not easy for Zhao Ning'er to block the two attacks.

A huge golden wind blade slowly took shape, and the coercion on it faintly had the power of a nine-layer condensation.

Just as Zhao Ning'er was about to break the net, Ling Feng suddenly screamed.

I saw that the huge golden wind blade slowly dispersed, and the whirlwind beside Ling Feng actually launched an attack on Ling Feng.

Ling Feng has been counterattacked!

Ling Feng's body was suddenly scratched out of wounds, and blood splattered out.

Seeing that the situation was not right, Xuanweizi flew directly above the ring and forcibly interrupted the counterattack of the exercises.

A spiritual power was injected into Ling Feng's body, and Ling Feng's eyes slowly returned to clarity.

Ling Feng lowered his head in shame, the attack just now was not voluntary, but uncontrollable due to exercises.

Zhao Ning'er also breathed a sigh of relief at the moment.

"In this battle, Zhao Ning'er won!" Zhao Ning'er's performance can be described as quite good, and the elders also kept nodding and praising her.

Seeing that Zhao Ning'er's competition was over, Granny Yu directly left her seat and flew to Zhao Ning'er's side and asked with concern: "Ning'er, how is your body, is there any big problem?"

"Thank you for the master's care, Ning'er is fine."

Ling Feng left the ring with his head down.

Zhao Ning'er's performance was naturally seen by Ye Zihan, and Ye Zihan was also secretly praised in his heart.

The crowd then left the field and the game continued.

"In the ninth game, Duanmu Shenrui vs. Xue Ren"!