The crowd watching the battle exclaimed.

Ye Chen's face was solemn, he did not take it hard, he stepped on extremely strange footwork, and the whole person was like a weak willow branch swaying in the storm, constantly changing directions, and his white clothes left a piece of afterimage on the stage.

This competition entered a climax at the beginning.

In the blink of an eye, the time has passed for a pillar of incense.

Nangong Ling has already urged the [Falling Flower Tilting Palm] to its own limit, and every time the palm is struck, a jade-colored palm print will be pulled out in the air, condensing but not dispersing, and a palm is blown out, shattering Ye Chen's clothes and long hair, and the palm wind is like a divine weapon, which is extremely terrifying.

And Ye Chen has been dodging with his body from beginning to end.

From the beginning to the present, he has changed to three different footwork, and the subtlety of each footwork is on Qin Xuan's [Easy Step], like a small sampan floating on the surface of the ocean in the storm, it seems that it will be submerged by the raging waves every time, but it will still appear on the sea the next moment.

Ye Chen's white samurai shirt left clear palm prints like cut-outs.

His chic long hair was also broken a lot, flying in the air, and directly turned into black powder.

But his body is really beautiful, like a fairy dance, Ling Bo walks slightly, making people dizzy.

Time flies.

Two pillars of incense time passed. Ye Chen's body suddenly retreated sharply, like a wisp of white smoke, and instantly retreated to the edge of the ring, smiled slightly, and said: "Thank you Senior Sister Nangong for wishing me to break through the bottleneck of footwork, Senior Sister Nangong has exquisite palm skills, outstanding strength, head-on confrontation, I am not an opponent, I will concede!"

After speaking, his body shook, folded in the air in an extremely graceful posture, and slowly fell under the ring.

actually directly admitted defeat!

Nangong Ling's face was expressionless, and he didn't know what he was thinking, and his palms like sheep fat and jade gradually returned to flesh color. "Tsing Yi East Courtyard, Nangong Ling wins!"

The first act of the top ten battle finally divided the results.

The disciples of Tuxing Peak were slightly disappointed by Ye Chen's elimination.

And the female disciples of Bishui Pavilion were excited, Nangong Ling's strength and calmness injected a shot of strength into every disciple of Bishui Pavilion, and also fought back from the side The rumor that "women are the weakest" was also counterattacked.

"The fourth Qin Xuan to Ouyang Xun"

Ouyang Xun, who was burly and had purple messy hair flying from root to root, laughed like rolling thunder, as fierce as an overlord, and his body was flashing with crimson firelight, and he was full of pressing heat waves with one move and one style.

[Madman] Ouyang Xun has already condensed the fire attribute Xuan Qi that fits his physique.

Every time he strikes, the air will be filled with a scorching smell of fireworks, sparks, and heat waves.

On the other side, Qin Xuan's face was always extremely calm.

His figure is not very majestic, even slightly thin, but it is full of indescribable explosive power, every move is a very basic fist, but from his hands, it is just right, like an antelope hanging horns without a trace.

The scene of the comparison is very similar to the battle between Qin Xuan and Dongyi yesterday, they are all hard-hitting, and neither side is willing to take a step back.

Suddenly—

Airplanes!

A long purple light burst out from Ouyang Xun's hand.

It's a crimson alien sword!

The sword was like purple lightning, dancing through the air, covering Qin Xuan in it.

"Hahaha, although you are very strong, you are not worthy of being my Ouyang Xun's opponent, you should quickly admit defeat, so that I can use my real strength!"

Ouyang Xun laughed wildly.

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