"Wow!"

As the two were talking, they heard a cry from the audience, and turned their heads to look at the ring, the array plate in Qin Zheng's hand was now more like a sickle-shaped scimitar, one side was full of serrations, and the other side was held in his hand, and it instantly turned into a melee weapon, pressing Shen Kongming step by step.

But fortunately, Shen Kongming's fan is not a vegetarian, he is closed in front of him, and he doesn't know what bamboo is made of, it is very hard, and there is no crack in Qin Zheng's attack.

Qin Zheng suddenly exerted force after a contact, and violently urged the wind seed, and the whole person came behind Shen Kongming, everyone could only see an afterimage, and in the blink of an eye, they saw him raise the array plate behind him and cut it down vertically, and there was a clear inhalation sound from the audience, but before he finished mentioning it in one breath, he saw his array plate pass through the figure on the stage, and the expected blood splash did not appear on the spot, and the shadow that passed through disappeared like a puff of smoke.

Looking at the other end of the stage, I saw Shen Kongming standing there intact.

With a signal, the two of them urged their own wind seeds, and they were once again intertwined, and the monks in the Qi refining period at the bottom could barely see the movements of these two people, this was the speed of the top-level wind spirit root!

Shen Kongming's speed was obviously faster, and he began to take the initiative to attack instead of his previous defense, and he put one move after another on Qin Zhao's body, and only after the two of them stopped briefly did they see the small wounds on their bodies.

It was only a moment to stop, Shen Kongming let go of his speed, even a little faster than just now, it seemed that there was no difference from the outside, but Qin Zhao felt it clearly, his speed was almost one-fifth higher than his own, making him almost unable to parry. The brain is running like crazy trying to break this situation.

Shen Kongming also knew his thoughts, but he didn't give him this opportunity, wanting to find an opportunity to brew his own attack.

One dodged to the side, blocking the fan in front of the two of them, but after the collision, he didn't take it back, and a backhand actually opened the fan, blocking the sight of the two, Qin Zhao immediately realized that something was wrong, quickly withdrew his hand and stepped back, only to take a step and stop, only to feel a chill on his neck, Shen Kongming stood behind him, a dagger in his hand, and in front of him was the unfolded fan, and there was even a shadow that slowly dissipated.

"Victory!"

"Second stage?" Qin Zhao said softly.

There is a natural skill in the wind seed, which is used consecutively, twice or even more, and a very small number of monks can only awaken after fusing the wind seed. The common Wind Seed has a pause after each cast, but his second-stage skill can be cast twice in a row without any pause in between.

"I conceded. Shen Kongming withdrew his fan, put on his signature smile on his face, and returned to the back with the whispers of the audience.

"How many wind spirit roots dream of the second stage of the wind seed, I didn't expect to see it today. Mo Yan let out a long sigh, they didn't lose unjustly, Xiaoyao is indeed worthy of its name, there are too many people who can take it out compared to other sects.

"It's still early, and it's not certain who will come to the end. Xi Mingtian's eyes flashed with a light of refusal to admit defeat.

The rest room of the Wangshan Sword Sect.

"This Shen Kongming is no worse than Huo Zijun and them. Mu Xingchen also had no smile on his face, there was too much difference between them and Xiaoyao in terms of the number of top disciples, Mo Zhiya was not there, they were like they were missing a piece, and the right Youyou who made up for it couldn't reach that level at all. And Xiaoyao lacks Guo Beiheng, and the candidates who can be made up are still picky, and even each one has the ability not to lose them.

"We shouldn't run into them, Huo Zijun, Lin Shuyao and Jiang Yingxiang are our opponents. "Mu Xingye's second player was Zhao Ke, and he instantly understood the other party's intentions, so he put it in front of him, see if you dare to take it.

Mu Xingchen looked at him, his eyes were full of hope, "Then, do we want to..."

"If you want to go, let's see how strong Lin Shuyao is. Mu Xingye knew what he thought when he saw him, and it didn't hurt to try it.

"The second game of the Loose is going to be won again. Kwon came into the lounge and pouted.

"Not unexpected. Mu Xingye knocked on the table, "If we play against Shang Xiaoyao in the next game, you will be the third to play, and you may face Jiang Yingxiang." ”

"I can't beat her again, let me change my line?" Kwon Youyou's face was impatient.

Mu Xingye paused, "The first one is Huo Zijun, and the second one is Lin Shuyao, which one do you want to go to?"

Quan Youyou took a deep breath and didn't speak, and stomped out hard.

Mu Xingchen leaned back in his chair, "This eldest lady has wasted Quan Zhenjun's hard work. ”

Mo Zhiya can't come, I don't know how many people want this opportunity, Quan Youyou is just one of the alternatives, and it is not the best choice, it was her father Quan Zhenjun who compromised with the head in every possible way in exchange for it, and he wanted to pave the way for her fame, but looking at it now, it is estimated that it is self-defeating.

"As long as she fights well, it doesn't matter what her temper is. Mu Xingye got up, "Let's go, go out and have a look, it is estimated that we will see soon." ”

As soon as the two of them went out, they heard the shouts of the audience, and walked in to see, the iron chain of Wu Hook below threw Wei Mingcheng of Tianji Pavilion out of the ring, and there were still many wounds on his body.

"I've lost two games in this game, both singles. Mu Xingchen stood on it and thought about it for a while.

"Yes, I haven't lost a teamfight yet. ”

Mu Xingchen looked at Lin Ze on the very edge, and stopped talking, "We really want Lin Ze... His spirit treasure is too harmful to the body, it's just an exchange meeting, is it worth it?"

"Xingchen, it's not up to us to decide whether it's worth it or not, it's himself, what he is willing to get at the cost of consuming his life is not only this brilliant performance, but also the opportunity that this performance brings him. Mu Xingye's voice was not loud, only the two of them could hear it.

Mu Xingchen lowered his head and was silent, this was indeed Lin Ze's own choice, and he looked at the audience in a daze.

"Victory!"

Qin Yifan put away the magic weapon in his hand, looked at Shen Kongming beside him, and couldn't believe that he had won Qin Zhao with Shen Kongming like this.

"Yifan, you have really grown. Qin Zhao put away the array plate with a smile on his face. Decisive and skillful, I can no longer see the cowardice of the year, and I must have suffered a lot, "Can you stay after today's game, Master and I want to talk to you." ”

"Well," Qin Yifan nodded, "Is my father okay?"

"Very good, Master cares about you very much. Qin Zhao saw that the players in the next game were about to play, and hurriedly explained, "We'll talk later." ”

"Good. After Qin Yifan finished speaking, he walked off the stage with Mo Ghost and the others.

Mo Ghost returned to the backstage and frowned when he saw the candidate for Tianji Pavilion, Jiang Yingxiang might lose this game, "Tianji Pavilion arranged it like this, didn't it make it clear that the next game would be lost, why did you do this?"

"Maybe you just want to win a game?" Shen Kongming received it casually, otherwise what could it be.

"It's that simple?" Mo Ghost was puzzled, and carefully pondered the candidates for the next game, even if there was a secret skill like Tan Churan, there had to be someone who could protect it, but none of the remaining disciples of Tianji Pavilion could fight, and after thinking about it for a long time, he told Zhao Ke to them, "No matter what, you guys hurry up in the third game." ”

Jiang Yingxiang and the others on the stage saw the candidate opposite, and their hearts sank. But at this time, it is useless to think about it more, and his mind is staring at the other side.

"These disciples of Tianji Pavilion are all at the top level, and Jiang Yingxiang is still not enough. Qin Yifan looked at the competition below and said softly, "I'm afraid I'm going to lose." ”

Mo Ghost also looked down carefully, her heart was heavy, she couldn't see it.

Jiang Yingxiang, Ding Mengzhou, Shi Jiuyu and Xiao Di were at the front, withstanding most of the attacks, their bodies were full of wounds from magic weapons, and their free white robes were lined with bright red blood, which was particularly eye-catching.

The six gathered together and stared at each other.

"How are you doing?" Lin Zhuzhi's manipulator's own magic weapon was horizontal in front of him, temporarily blocking the attack from the opposite side.

"If you go on like this, you will definitely lose. Jiang Yingxiang gritted her teeth, with a hint of imperceptible forbearance in her voice, the wounds on her body became more and more painful as she fought hard, and the blood stained her clothes and stuck to her body.

"You protect me and heal your wounds, but it's up to you next. Han Shenyin looked at the four people in front of him, "Be careful, we'll do our best." ”

It was not the first time that several people cooperated, so they naturally understood what she meant and surrounded her.

The anxiety of the two teams was the most surprising of the disciples of the Heavenly Machine Pavilion.

Wei Mingcheng turned the axe in his hand, and there was no more carelessness in his eyes. I thought that Qin Zhao asked a few of them to fight against the weakest second team in the three teams, but they just wanted to win a game to save a little face, but now it seems that it is not so simple.

"Aren't they the weakest, why are they still so difficult?" Su Xiao gritted her teeth, she rushed forward, and her spiritual power was consumed the most.

"The weakest?" Wei Mingcheng curled the corners of his mouth, "Do you see it now? ”

"But can't we beat them?"

"Put away your ramblings, cheer me up, if you lose this time, you really won't have the face to go back. Wei Mingcheng finally understood, this competition arranged by Qin Zhao was to remove their pride.

The elite disciples of Tianji Pavilion had already put away their contempt with the competition, and from being full of confidence at the beginning to being apprehensive now, they couldn't be completely sure that they had won this battle.

"Something is wrong!"

Wei Mingcheng tightened the axe in his hand, and felt a wave of spiritual power fluctuation coming from the opposite side.

Han Shenyin mobilized the only remaining spiritual power, turned the dead wood into spring, and the spiritual power from his hand was gently exerted on the few people in front of him.

Almost visible to the naked eye, Jiang Yingxiang's faces improved, under the clothes, the wounds on the body recovered quickly, and even the pain in the meridians recovered a lot, except for the aura, several people were no different from before the opening.

After Han Shenyin did this, he staggered back a few steps, and stepped off the stage by himself.