"In the second scene, Qin Xuan vs. Ning Zhiming!"

Qin Xuan raised his head and met Ning Zhiming's gaze, at this time, Ning Zhiming's face despised Qin Xuan.

The battle between Qin Xuan and Ning Zhiming is another heavyweight match, which means that there will be one less champion who has won all ten groups.

Ning Zhiming's strength is undoubtedly better than Ziwei, as for who is stronger and who is weaker between him and An Duxue, most of them still support An Muxue, if Qin Xuan can't win against Ning Zhiming, he will basically lose his qualification.

However, Qin Xuan is a registered disciple of the Refining Instrument Peak, and Ning Zhiming is the personal disciple of the Lord of the Purple Fire Peak, can he really win with different resources?

Not to mention that the general audience is not optimistic about Qin Xuan, even Wang Miaoyan herself is not sure.

"Qin Xuan, I've been waiting for this battle for a long time, it's a pity that I missed the group stage with you. Ning Zhiming's face was already a little feminine, but at this time, he was smiling like a blooming daisy. He squinted his eyes and glanced at Wang Miaoyan in the audience, and said, "Miao Yan seems to want you to win, but I'm happy to disappoint her, or we will make a bet and give up Miao Yan if we lose." ”

"Who made you call Miao Yan," Wang Miao Yan was furious

"I also think it's a pity that I missed the ring match with you, as for Miao Yan, don't worry, she is mine. "Qin Xuan naturally has no problem if he wants to win Ning Zhiming,.

As soon as these words came out, the audience was speechless, this Qin Xuan was really confident.

Ning Zhiming is the personal disciple of the head of the sect, and his cultivation is the ninth layer of condensing vein qi training, and his true combat power is not inferior to that of a master at the peak of qi training.

In this big competition, Ning Zhiming is very likely to hit the top twenty, and as for Qin Xuan, he only relies on his weird sword drawing skills, with Fang Qi, An Muxue, and Ning Zhiming in front, most people are not optimistic about him entering the top thirty.

Ning Zhiming laughed, "I'm very confident, I'm sorry to tell you, my swordsmanship is also fast, I don't know if your sword attack is weak, or my sword attack is strong?"

"Originally, I wasn't sure, but looking at your state, I'm a little more sure. ”

"Hmph, I don't know what to call it! Look at the move! Flame Burst Slash!" Ning Zhiming roared violently, his body quickly bullied Zhan Chen, the long sword in his hand slashed out, and the fire flashed, and he actually formed ten flame sword qi with one point and ten, sealing all of Zhan Chen's dodge routes, and "Flame Explosion Slash" as the Cheng Ming of Purple Fire Peak was naturally very powerful.

"Is Qin Xuan going to be defeated?" Almost all the onlookers had such thoughts in their hearts.

Just as the sword qi was approaching, Qin Xuan took out his sword, "Draw the sword technique!" The rusty sword in his hand swung out, and it also sent out a thunderous blow.

The two swords collided together, only to hear a loud "boom!", Qin Xuan's rusty sword burst out with strength, tearing apart the ten sword qi one by one, and blasting the sword in Li Qun's hand into the sky.

At the same time, Ning Zhiming's body also flew out sideways, sliding on the ground for several meters, and his whole body was swinging, which was the effect of being struck by lightning.

The qi and blood in his body surged, and a stream of reverse blood almost rushed out of his mouth, but he was pressed down by Qin Xuan's operation of the Chaos Diamond Sutra.

The referee got up from his seat and announced, "Qin Xuansheng!"

"In the third scene, Jing Hao vs. An Duxue. ”

The two should have a dragon fight, and Qin Xuan decided to watch it carefully.

At the beginning of the game, Jing Hao used the same Qingyang Fufeng Sword Technique to face the powerful An Muxue, which was already a kind of courage.

Jing Hao himself is not an unknown person, he is also the leader of this competition, in this group competition, he directly took out his trick at the bottom of the box, he is a disciple of Mu Yuefeng, and he showed his unique sword technique, and suddenly there were sword shadows everywhere, which was dazzling.

"Qingyang Thirteen Swords!"

Jing Hao shouted, and directly used one of his tricks to press the bottom of the box, wanting to defeat An Muxue in one fell swoop and regain a little face, but what he didn't expect was that in the face of his fierce attack, he saw that An Muxue didn't care at all, and didn't dodge or block, and rushed straight towards his body.

An Duxue's lips opened lightly, and she groaned, and a large golden handprint condensed in front of her, "Pranya palm!"

The huge golden handprint pressed on Jing Hao's body, and the light saber in Jing Hao's hand broke, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and his body flew out upside down, hitting the protective shield heavily

Seeing such a strange scene, Jing Hao sighed dejectedly and said, "I admit defeat." ”

It was already his strongest move, but in front of Fang Qi, he didn't even hit a single spark, which made Jing Hao feel a sense of powerlessness, the gap was so big that he couldn't estimate how much it was.

"An Mu Xuesheng!"

"In the fourth game, Qin Xuan vs. An Muxue!"

The clothes were fluttering, An Mu Xueyu's slender feet were light, and she had already landed in the center of the ring, "An Mu Xue, a disciple of Tuxing Peak." She still wore a veil of mystery that kept her sense of mystery alive, and her voice seemed illusory and ethereal.

"Qin Xuan, please advise. Qin Xuan casually hugged his fists, which could be regarded as a salute.

The two were opposed, and the cold wind in the ring gently lifted the veil on An Muxue's face, which was only gently hung behind An Muxue's ears, but it was never lifted by the opponent's attack or the raging storm of Zhenyuan. This is a sign of An Muxue's calmness, and it is also the reason why so many people unanimously believe that An Muxue can win.

This girl feels unfathomable!

"You are very strong, but unfortunately, my exercises are special, and your moves are ineffective for me. After the game started, An Muxue and Qin Xuan did not make a move immediately, and after looking at each other for a while, An Muxue said slowly. With her soft words, a hazy and soft yellow halo condensed around her body, looking like a thick eggshell.

Seeing this eggshell, Qin Xuan didn't react, but Ziwei, who was watching the battle under the ring, spit out a heavy breath of cold air, when she fought with An Muxue, her seventy-two sword blade lore was blocked by this layer of eggshell.

The power of the seventy-two sword blades is very confident, but when she shoots into this eggshell, it is like a blunt sword cut into wood, moving as slowly as a snail, and the energy is quickly exhausted and dissipated.