The square of the competition in the afternoon was crowded, and the audience was full of elders and disciples, their hearts actually didn't want to come at all, wouldn't he have this time to cultivate and do tasks?

But who dares not to come to the event held by the sect, isn't this not a loss of face. It's good if you don't get caught, but if you are unfortunate enough to be caught, you will definitely be punished at that time.

There are two battles in the afternoon, which are twenty-five into thirteen and thirteen into seven, these two are more special, because there will definitely be one without an opponent in the two-by-two duel, so the person who has no opponent will have a bye and automatically advance.

The bye was randomly generated by the magic weapon in the hands of the referee elder, which is still relatively fair.

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Sun Wuyang stood in the ring, his eyes fixed on his opponent, and the person in front of him was a sturdy man, the muscles of his bare upper arms reflecting the luster of the sun.

This can't help but remind him of the person who was killed by a flying knife in the alley of Qingyang Town, and it seems that he hasn't used a flying knife for a long time, so he really misses it.

"What kind of Zhao Zilong are you?" The sturdy disciple on the opposite side carried his two axes and shouted towards Sun Wuyang in an unceremonious tone.

"If there is no other person named Zhao Zilong in the Tianyu Sect, then the person in your air must be below. Sun Wuyang took out his broken sword Lieyang, and the sword was out of the body with murderous aura.

The sturdy disciple said in amazement, "Hey, how do you know that there is someone else with this name?"

"Huh?" Sun Wuyang was stunned, he didn't expect that someone really called this name, this is too coincidental.

"Ah, this ......" He didn't know what to say for a while, so he asked his name to relieve the embarrassment, Sun Wuyang said: "Dare to ask this senior brother's name?"

"Ao, my name is Cheng Zhihe. ”

"It turned out to be Senior Brother Cheng, who is only a shallow learner, please advise!"

After speaking, Sun Wuyang raised the broken sword in his hand high, and the sword qi in the field suddenly ran horizontally, this was a new move he had just researched, combining the combination of qi and the technique of vaporization on the Burning Sun Sword.

And Cheng Zhihe, who was on the other side, saw that Sun Wuyang had moved, and he didn't dare to slack off, so he put his two plate axes on his chest and sat in a posture ready to attack.

Sun Wuyang injected the Rolling True Yuan into the Shattered Sword Burning Sun, because with the blessing of the Vaporization Technique, the True Qi of the Burning Sun Sword became more contained, and the sword qi stimulated was also more powerful.

With a slash forward, the two swords split out a cross sword qi, which was the simplest temptation at the beginning of the battle.

Cheng Zhihe's eyes were quick, and he didn't panic at all when he saw the flying cross sword qi, and his hands crossed and his whole body rolled, ready to block the roaring sword qi.

The rotating plate axe easily broke through Sun Wuyang's sword qi, and Cheng Zhihe said with a smile: "Little junior brother, your qi is too scattered, such power is not enough." ”

"Taisan?" Sun Wuyang immediately asked for advice and asked, "How should I change it?"

Cheng Zhihe was also very generous, and he didn't hide his secrets, and said: "You have to condense your true qi at one point, and then you can cut through the air." ”

"Cut through the air?"

"yes, it's like that. After Cheng Zhihe finished speaking, he picked up his plate axe and slashed at the void, and an arc-shaped blade qi galloped towards Sun Wuyang.

Sun Wuyang could feel that the degree of condensation of this qi was much higher than the sword qi he had stimulated, and the power was naturally greater than his own sword qi.

Facing the powerful blade qi, Sun Wuyang did not panic at all, slowly closed his eyes, raised the broken sword in his hand and desperately compressed the true qi to his limit.

And with the compression of the true qi, the momentum on the shattered sword and the sun became stronger and stronger.

This process is only for a moment, and you have to listen for a moment

"Sword slash the dragon!"

This is what Sun Wuyang has learned, the art of imperial objects controls the broken sword in his hand, and the combination of Qi and Qi Transformation Technique injects more true qi into the sword body, and the fireball technique burns with raging flames above the remnant sword and the sun.

And this name was chosen by him with his heart, after all, after combining so many spells, he always had to take a resounding name.

At this time, he could be said to have used what he had learned all his life, a furious slash, a huge flame true qi slashed out obliquely, and when he encountered Cheng Zhihe's blade qi, he simply ignored it, without a trace of obstruction.

Cheng Zhihe was also prepared when he stood opposite, when he heard Sun Wuyang shout the words sword slashing the dragon, he knew that this move was not simple, and when he felt the momentum of the sword in Sun Wuyang's hand rising.

He knew that he couldn't sit still any longer, only to see Cheng Zhihe roar like an evil dragon.

"Woo, woo, woo~"

An earthy yellow divine turtle phantom appeared behind Cheng Zhihe, and his body released a strong earthy yellow light.

"Turtle Fury!"

I saw that Cheng Zhihe didn't care about the huge sword qi that came directly in front of him, and wanted to rely on his body to resist this sword and slash the dragon.

Sun Wuyang was very surprised, you must know that his move was a condensation of a variety of techniques, and the power was extremely powerful. He didn't think that anyone could resist his move during the Qi refining period, but the reality was a big slap in the face to Sun Wuyang.

I saw that Cheng Zhihe was exuding an earthy yellow light, and a divine turtle phantom behind him roared and rushed towards Sun Wuyang, and when the sword qi hit his body, Cheng Zhihe's figure stopped.

He crossed his hands and held the plate axe in his hand, and he stalemate with Sun Wuyang's sword qi, forcefully taking one step forward and then taking two steps back.

The huge sword qi blocked Cheng Zhihe's advance, leaving a long trail in the ring, while Sun Wuyang watched from the sidelines, cautiously paying attention to Cheng Zhihe's every move.

"Whew!"

Cheng Zhihe roared, and finally exhausted the energy in the huge sword qi, only to see him jump up and land heavily beside Sun Wuyang, splashing dust.

Crows fly!

Sun Wuyang hurriedly dodged back, Cheng Zhihe's move failed, and then he rotated his body and moved the plate axe to draw a circle in the ring, Sun Wuyang held the sword again, and the huge power came from the sword body, and he was knocked back two or three steps.

Seeing this, Cheng Zhihe held two plate axes in both hands and slashed at Sun Wuyang's head at the same time, Sun Wuyang blocked with a horizontal sword with one hand, and the sound of gold and stone broke out from the sword and axe one after another, such a force is naturally not worth mentioning for Sun Wuyang.

But the shattered sword Burning Sun in his hand was about to be unable to support it, because the time for cultivating immortals was still short, and the realm of the Immortal Dao was still very low, even if it was far beyond the disciples of the same period, but he couldn't make a broken sword as hard as divine iron now.

Sun Wuyang didn't expect that the original immortal cultivators would still have a day of melee combat, in his imagination, immortal cultivators were all long-range spells, and when fighting, they only needed to wave their hands and stomp their feet to explode with infinite power.

He never expected that a monk who was fighting at a distance would actually have to fight him in close combat, didn't he hit the muzzle of his gun?

Feeling that the true qi on the shattered sword was about to collapse, Sun Wuyang had to make a decision and react immediately.

I saw his other hand clenched into a fist, his qi moving at will, his qi and force combined, and he rushed wildly!

Sun Wuyang hit Cheng Zhihe's chest in a circle, Cheng Zhihe retreated under force, his eyes were full of disbelief, he didn't expect that the little junior brother in front of him was also a way of hand-to-hand combat.

And his path is wilder than him, he is like a legendary martial artist, and he doesn't want to be a disciple of immortal cultivation at all.

Cheng Zhihe took two or three steps back, Sun Wuyang followed, turned around and raised his legs, and the dragon swung his tail! His heel accurately reached Cheng Zhihe's temple.

Cheng Zhihe was dizzy for a while, and the scene in front of him was temporarily lost in his mind.

And how could Sun Wuyang stop there, I saw that he took advantage of the other party's dizziness, reached out and clenched his fingers into claws, and shattered the throat lock! Three fingers buckled on Cheng Zhihe's Adam's apple.

When Cheng Zhihe regained consciousness and the scene in front of him began to become clear, he only saw his little junior brother choking his own throat, and he could feel the force coming from the other party's fingertips.

He didn't have the slightest doubt that as long as the person in front of him used a little force, he would die, so he could only sigh slightly and say, "Alas, I lost, but my class got an axe." ”

"Zhao Zilongsheng!"

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In the center of the square of the competitive competition, on the edge of the ring, Sun Wuyang was sitting cross-legged like everyone else, pretending to recover from consumption, and there was another game next, and someone had already consumed almost his true qi in the last game.

So he took advantage of this gap to hurriedly recover his true qi, and Sun Wuyang, in order to be less different, sat down with them, and watched these potential opponents around him by the way.

Sun Wuyang quietly used his spiritual power to carefully investigate the realm of the people sitting next to him and the recovery speed of the aura, to speculate what level of exercises they were using now.

However, after some investigation, he only found traces of Qi practice on the bodies of some new disciples, while some old disciples only had traces of Qi practice on their bodies, and it was also the most ordinary "Molten Fan" breathing method.

The realm of the old disciples is generally very high, but they don't even have a book of Qi cultivation methods, and even the breathing method is the lowest level in the Tianyu Sect, this phenomenon is very strange.

And some of the new disciples are at a low level, but the level of the exercises they practice is very high, and these are the children of the nobility who came to the Tianyu Sect on a luxury spaceship.

After thinking about it for a while, Sun Wuyang understood the reason, those noble children had the support of their families behind them, good exercises and sufficient resources, so they could successfully build a foundation in a short time and become disciples of the inner gate.

And those who are left are some civilian disciples, they have no power, no power and no resources, they can only rely on their own talent and a little bit of effort, and after a long time to build a foundation and become inner disciples.

That's the benefit of being born at the finish line......