The news of Cheng Ling's thirty consecutive victories in the underground ring quickly spread, and even several courtyard masters living in Fan's Mansion learned the whole situation.

After hearing this, the head of the courtyard was stunned for a moment, and asked Jian Wuya on the side: "Didn't this kid say that he was attacking the realm of the Eight Rank Dan Master, why did he go to the underground ring to fight again?"

Jian Wuya smiled bitterly, spread his hands, and said, "I don't know, but if I can get thirty consecutive victories, such a record is also gratifying, so let's promote our academy!"

Sun Yuanliang scoffed and sneered: "Propaganda fart, he didn't mention the name of our academy at all, only said that he was from the Wuxiang Sword Sect. ”

Jian Wuya frowned, and in an instant, he understood, and said: "The academy competition is imminent, and he doesn't want to cause trouble for us by doing this, and besides, after winning thirty consecutive victories, can't others find out his details?"

Sun Yuanliang was speechless for a moment, and the head of the academy waved his hand and said, "That's it, even if he doesn't say that he is a disciple of the academy, this style is also famous for us." Thirty wins in a row, hehe~~, I don't know how long he can last, let's wait and see!"

In a huge courtyard in Nancheng, Nangong Hao had a gloomy face, since the Wudao Tea and Eight Leaf Lotus were robbed by Cheng Ling, the anger in his heart has been difficult to soothe. It's just that I can't find any trace of Cheng Ling, and even if I find it, it is estimated that the two treasures have been used, and my hatred for Cheng Ling has reached the limit.

On this day, I was sitting in the hall thinking about how to catch Cheng Ling and concoct it well, when Nangong Feiyan rushed in like a gust of wind outside the hall, and said with a split face: "Brother, I found out the whereabouts of the kid who robbed the phantom feather coat." ”

Nangong Hao frowned and asked, "Where is he?"

"I heard someone talk about it in Wanbao Pavilion just now, that kid is actually in the underground ring, and he has won thirty consecutive victories. ”

"How did he go there?"

"I don't know about this, brother, what a chance, although the underground ring can't kill people, but if it is abolished, no one will gossip. ”

Nangong Hao's face was overjoyed, and he was about to get up and go to the underground ring, but he stopped again in an instant, and asked, "You said that you heard the news in the Wanbao Pavilion, how did they know Cheng Ling, and how could they just let you hear it?"

Nangong Feiyan tilted her head and thought for a while, shook her head and said, "I don't know, not only Wanbao Pavilion, but even the bazaar has people spreading news about him. It is said that he is the sect master of the Wuxiang Sword Sect and the inner disciple of the Southern Famous Sword Academy. ”

Nangong Hao slowly sat back on the chair, muttered a little, and said, "Don't worry, the underground ring is the territory of the Zhao family, and they are spreading the news like this, just because they plan to let us take the initiative." Hehe, thirty consecutive wins, it's a good calculation, without the manpower of his Zhao family, we helped them intercept that kid's winning streak. ”

"Brother, what should we do then?"

"The revenge at the auction must be avenged, but don't worry, that kid has offended not only our brothers and sisters, but also people who are more anxious!"

Nangong Feiyan understood whether she understood or not, but she knew that her brother had always had a lot of ideas, so she stood aside and didn't speak. Nangong Hao thought for a while, and then said: "Feiyan, if you are free these days, you can go to the underground ring to have a look, don't rush to make a move first, tell me any news in time!"

"Yes!" Nangong Feiyan agreed, and went in a hurry!

"It's really funny, that kid is still in the Yujing City, is it true that our East China Sea Dragon Palace is a vegetarian?" Jiao Shao's face flashed with an evil smile, and he said coldly to the maid beside him: "Send a message to the sect and let the sixth master."

Brother, give him a lesson!"

"Senior sister, the kid who snatched the phantom feather coat before appeared, and he was actually in the underground ring. Hmph, I really don't know what to say, let my brother take action, let him see the methods of my Ethereal Snow Sect!"

"Senior brother, he also obtained the Phantom Feather Cloak by his own ability, so there is no need to keep it in mind. It's better not to make any extraneous branches, after a while, the master and they will come. ”

"It's okay, since he is in the underground ring, he always allows others to challenge, I will let him know the end of the fight with us!"

On the fourth day of the competition, there were many monks in the ring. The Zhao family covered the sky in Yujing City, and the transmission of the news was naturally hand-to-hand, and some disciples of the sect and family came to see Cheng Ling's battle with curiosity.

A little-known sect master dared to face the East China Sea Dragon Palace and the Nangong family, such courage is not something ordinary people can have, not to mention that the other party has won thirty consecutive victories, if he can defeat it, his statement will also rise a lot.

Therefore, Cheng Ling finally showed some strength in the fourth round of battle. Those people, although their strength is not as good as the outstanding disciples of the nine major forces, they have their own strengths, and fighting with them can expand their horizons and lay a good foundation for them to create new sword skills.

From thirty consecutive victories to forty consecutive victories, ten competitions, Cheng Ling has gained a lot, and the new sword skills have a rough outline, as long as they precipitate for a period of time, they will definitely be able to gain something. And with the increase in battles, his control of swordsmanship has become more proficient, and every sword move is like an antelope hanging on its horns, without a trace, so that the other party is completely unable to figure out the details.

In this way, his reputation is even more prosperous. After the representatives of the various forces passed the news back, more people came to watch.

On the fifth day, the combat power of the monks who came to the stage to challenge gradually strengthened, and Cheng Ling had to increase his combat power to sixty percent to face it.

By suppressing his strength, he has a better grasp of the details of swordsmanship. Some sword moves, often on weekdays do not find anything wrong, but after suppressing the combat power, use it, although the power becomes smaller, but can find some subtle flaws from the sword moves, after adjustment, the sword technique is more rounded.

Zhao Deming has completely given up speculation, with the improvement of the strength of the challenger, correspondingly, Cheng Ling's strength is gradually increasing, and it is obvious that the other party must still be hidden and has not been used to the limit.

Seeing that the forty-ninth victory is over, today's fifty consecutive wins are afraid that he will be taken away again. As soon as there was a flower in front of him, a monk dressed in a moon-colored robe came to the front and said indifferently: "The East China Sea Dragon Palace asked the sky, I want to challenge!"

Zhao Deming was shocked in his heart, Xiang Tianwen was not an ordinary person, although there was a lot of difference in combat power from Jiao Shao, but he was also among the top ten disciples of the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea. This kind of combat power is almost a big level higher than the forty-eight challengers in front of him.

He took a deep breath and said secretly in his heart: Cheng Ling, what kind of state your strength has reached, this Xiangtian question is the best touchstone. He announced loudly: "In the fiftieth game, the East China Sea Dragon Palace asked the sky, come and challenge!"

Kong Xuehai suddenly stopped his pace in the crowd, and said secretly in his heart: Ask to the sky, it seems that Jiao Shao finally can't help but make a move, so let him go to find out the details of Cheng Ling first.

Cheng Ling's pupils shrank, and the East China Sea Dragon Palace asked the sky. There is no doubt that it is the manpower on Jiao Shao's side, is it not the sniper monk invited by the Zhao family? He glanced at Zhao Deming, and saw that the other party's face did not change at all, as if he didn't care at all.

Xiang Tianwen jumped into the ring, and the audience immediately let out a burst of cheers. The Dragon Palace of the East China Sea is one of the nine major forces in the Canglan Continent, just listen to this

name, you know that it is not simple. And looking at Tianwen's posture, he carried a long knife with a sheath on his back. The collision of knives and swords is even more exciting!

Cheng Ling fought for five consecutive days, and his style was unpredictable, but the only thing that didn't change was his extremely fast swordsmanship. Now that we meet Xiang Tianwen of the East China Sea Dragon Palace, let's polish our eyes and see if Cheng Ling's sword is fast, or Xiang Tianwen's sword is fast!

"If you admit defeat now, you can still save some face, and you can suffer less flesh and skin!" pulled out the long knife behind his back and said coldly to Tianwen

"East China Sea Dragon Palace, a big name, are you like everyone else, you only know how to play tricks?" Cheng Ling stood quietly in place and said coldly.

Xiang Tianwen held his right hand on the hilt of the knife, lowered his body slightly, and said in a cold voice: "Then you just wait to die!"

After speaking, he suddenly burst up, and his body moved to instantly shorten the distance between the two, and the long knife in his hand seemed to have the effect of turning decay into magic, the silver light in the void shone, and the blade instantly scraped Cheng Ling's throat.

Cheng Ling didn't plan to defeat the other party at a moment, and now that he has been fighting, he has also understood. In the ring battle, don't expose your strongest strength too early, so as not to give birth to an embarrassing situation where no one is challenged. Moreover, not all of the monks watching around were spectators, and if there were some strong among them, they would probably become the next opponents.

If you expose your full strength too early, it will be easy for them to see the clues and attack your weaknesses. Therefore, in more than forty battles, he defeated his opponents in different ways, making it completely impossible to understand his depth.

A sword forcibly opened the blade, and everyone only saw a light, and few people saw how Cheng Ling made the sword, only knowing that Xiang Tianwen's sword had just appeared, and Cheng Ling's sword was already waiting there. His extreme speed, coupled with his strong body cultivation skills, allowed him to produce powerful effects with very little strength.

Xiang Tianwen's brows were furrowed, and his arms were faintly numb, wanting to retreat and avoid the edge for the time being.

But Cheng Ling would never give such a chance, one sword came out, and the second sword followed, swinging the long knife in Xiang Tianwen's hand, stabbing towards Xiang Tianwen's vital point.

Xiang Tianwen hurriedly forcibly withdrew the long knife in his hand, and a knife shadow danced in front of him, in a vain attempt to resist Cheng Ling's attack. But Cheng Ling's sword speed was too fast, only three of the four swords were blocked, and the last sword was still unable to resist, and his body moved sideways in a hurry, letting go of the chest point.

A sharp pain came, and the left shoulder was pierced by a long sword. He was horrified in his heart, but as soon as he fought, he suffered a big loss, how could the other party's strength be so strong. The long knife was horizontal and slashed towards Cheng Ling's waist.

This path of hatred came out, almost pouring all its true essence into it, and the powerful sword momentum wrapped the aura in the void, and rushed over frantically.

Cheng Ling's long sword was retracted, Xuankong walked out, turned to the side of Xiang Tianwen, and stabbed out three swords in a row.

Whew!

With two soft sounds, Xiang Tianwen's arm was hit again, and before he could react, the third sword was already under his neck. It was only at this time that a few deep knife marks cracked on the surface of the ring cast by special metal, and when Xiang Tian asked the time to strike a knife, Cheng Ling actually made three swords in a row!

"Such a fast sword speed, to defeat him, you must contain his fast sword!"

Xiang Tianwen's face turned pale, and after a long time, he said: "I lost, why did you defeat me so easily!"

Cheng Ling withdrew his long sword and said indifferently: "Martial arts in the world, only fast is not broken!"

After speaking, he turned around very quickly, leaving a ** back and disappearing in the ring!