Zhao Deming was completely shocked, he couldn't imagine that he was not even asking to the sky and was not Cheng Ling's enemy of the Ten Swords, and the sentence he said before leaving, "The world's martial arts, only fast and unbreakable" The more he thought about it, the more it contained deep meaning, and even he felt a kind of enlightenment, no wonder Deqian would be so respected.

He couldn't confirm whether Cheng Ling had used his true strength until now.

Kong Xuehai frowned, Cheng Ling's sword is very fast and very coherent, this kind of sword movement technique is very similar to the people of the Shura Sword Sect, does he still have any relationship with the Shura Sword Sect.

However, he is still full of confidence in defeating Cheng Ling. At best, Xiang Tianwen was only one of the top ten disciples of the East China Sea Dragon Palace, and he was the fourth on the list of disciples of the Ethereal Snow Sect. Secretly said in his heart: Pull away and avoid close combat, as long as the distance is enough, no matter how fast his sword speed is, it is useless to suppress him with long-range attacks, and the swordsman's defense is generally not very high.

Defeated Xiang Tianwen, Cheng Ling rushed to the attic as if he was fleeing, and secretly scolded himself in his heart, he had nothing to brag about. Sure enough, in less than a moment, his divine sense swept to Zhao Deqian who was rushing towards him, and under the headache, he could only use the Xuankong step to the limit, and instantly rushed into the attic, and hung a retreat sign outside, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

When Zhao Deqian arrived, he could only look at the sign at the door and be stunned, his heart was full of melancholy, and his admiration for Cheng Ling rose to a higher level. Seeing that other people's strength is so strong, and they are still working hard to retreat and cultivate, which is like themselves, just thinking about finding a shortcut, if not, I will hurry back to practice and speed up the speed of martial arts again!

While thinking about it, he reluctantly glanced at Cheng Ling's attic, and then left!

Cheng Ling was sitting cross-legged in the hall at this time, and his divine sense swept over Zhao Deqian and finally left, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Shaking his head with a wry smile, this kid is very studious, but this posture of breaking the casserole and asking the end, can you change it, otherwise who will stand it!

Pull back your mind and think carefully about today's battle. The disciples of the nine major forces have finally made a move, after today's battle, there will definitely be a stronger opponent coming, and they must be fully prepared, the new three-grade sword technique has some clues, and the future battles may be able to give themselves more inspiration.

"What, Sixth Senior Brother, you actually failed?" In the Jade Capital City, where the East China Sea Dragon Palace was located, Jiao Shao looked at Xiang Tian in front of him angrily and asked.

Xiang Tianwen was ashamed and said, "Senior brother, his sword is too fast, I am not an opponent." ”

"Damn, hurry up and send a message back to the sect, let the rest of the juniors come over, I don't believe it, he can block the sniping of my East China Sea Dragon Palace!"

Nangong family, Nangong Hao's face was a little moved, the sixth-ranked disciples of the East China Sea Dragon Palace were all defeated in the hands of Cheng Ling, and they only used less than ten swords, such a strength made him have to take it seriously.

After a long groan, he said, "Feiyan, I'll go to the underground ring with you tomorrow!"

In Yujing City, all kinds of teahouses and restaurants are talking about Cheng Ling's fifty consecutive victories today. Zhao Deming did it intentionally, and the speed of transmission was naturally extremely fast. The monks who heard Cheng Ling's achievements either admired or did not care, and some rose to challenge, and the next games were destined to face more challenges.

On the sixth day, Cheng Ling came to the underground ring again, and the audience around him increased a lot compared to yesterday, and his divine sense swept away, and these audiences who came today were stronger than yesterday's cultivation. A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, not surprised, today's opponent should be able to bring

Put more pressure on yourself!

Zhao Deming soon announced the start of the challenge!

On the high-rise buildings around the ring, there are several VIP rooms set up temporarily, most of which are elders and disciples of major forces. They don't need to huddle around to watch the fight in the ring like the average spectator.

When it comes to fifty consecutive victories, the general big forces will have the intention of recruiting, and such monks have a high cultivation value for the sect and the family. Some radical sects would even rather strangle those monks after their solicitation was rejected.

If you can't use it for me, you must destroy it with all your might, lest you become an enemy in the future. The monastic world, natural selection, is so cruel.

"Old Wu, what do you think of this?"

In a VIP room, five old and middle-aged monks sat side by side. If Cheng Ling was here, he would definitely be able to see that the five people here were at least all strong men in the Tribulation Period, and two of them had a deep and calm momentum, which seemed to be even higher than the rest.

A young man who spoke asked an old man sitting in the center.

Wu Lao in the center said indifferently: "Fifty consecutive victories, I can't see where his bottom line is for the time being, it can be listed as a key observation object, not to mention, he also uses a sword!"

"If he has the strength of the core disciple of the sect, I plan to introduce him to the sect master!"

"Oh, you're so sure?"

"I have observed the battle a few days ago, his swordsmanship is extremely fast, and the foundation is very solid, especially his footwork, I faintly feel a trace of spatial artistic conception. ”

"Spatial artistic conception is very good, looking at his bone age should be less than a jiazi, it is really rare to be able to comprehend the most profound spatial artistic conception. ”

In another VIP room, the middle-aged monk who was in the Zhao Family Palace in Yujing City was in it, and it was Zhao Deqian who accompanied him.

The middle-aged monk glanced at the two people fighting in the ring, less than half an hour had passed, and Cheng Ling had already defeated the five challengers, and couldn't help nodding silently.

Zhao Deqian was very excited, as if he was fighting in the ring. The middle-aged monk gave him a gentle look and said, "Qian'er, you admire him very much?"

Zhao Deqian was shocked, as if a child was caught by an adult to do bad things, and said: "Dad, Brother Cheng's strength is extremely strong, and many of the things he said have greatly inspired me, during this time, many cultivation problems can be found in those words. ”

"Oh? What did he say?"

Zhao Deqian scratched his head and said: "Just like what he said, 'He is strong, he is strong, the breeze blows the hills, he is horizontal, and the bright moon shines on the river', and what are the 'martial arts in the world, only fast and unbroken', 'The way of heaven, there is more than loss and make up for the ......deficiency' and so on. ”

The middle-aged monk was stunned when he heard this, and chewed carefully, these words seemed to have some truth, but the general outline of the general path and the meaning of it were similar, but it was described in such simple words, which made people more resonant and much easier to understand.

I couldn't help but have some doubts in my heart, the words of the cultivation exercises I had learned in the past were too obscure. Someone can summarize the content so incisively, this Cheng Ling is indeed a little capable, observe it for two more days, and then decide whether to come forward in person.

was thinking about it in his heart, and Zhao Deqian, who was on the side, said happily: "Dad, you see that Brother Cheng has won again, but I'm afraid that there is only my aunt."

Aunt and Uncle will have to defeat him!"

The middle-aged monk raised his eyes and saw that it was true that Cheng Ling had won three games in a row, and another one would be sixty consecutive victories. However, the perspective in his eyes is different from Zhao Deqian, and in the previous battles, Cheng Ling seemed to use different methods to win.

So far, after nine consecutive games, the aura has not been disturbed in the slightest, which is by no means as simple as winning a simple victory, and it is likely that most of the strength is hidden.

The ring match is not an ordinary game, there is no rest process in between, no matter how strong the monks in the field are, they will be exhausted after more than five fierce battles in a row, and the true yuan will be seriously consumed. On the other hand, Cheng Ling has fought nine games in a row, and the lowest cultivation of any opponent is the peak of the late stage of the combination.

With his own cultivation at the peak of the late stage of the merger, there is still room for him to maintain so many consecutive victories, and it is obvious that the opponent's strength is even higher than those challengers. I can't help but think of what Zhao Deming said before, Cheng Ling's strength has not been able to see through it so far!

It's just that now, I heard that only the top ten disciples of the East China Sea Dragon Palace have stepped forward to challenge, should you increase the intensity of your sniping and send a more powerful opponent to touch his true details?

Just as he was thinking about it, a monk in a moon-white robe jumped into the ring out of the corner of his eye, it was Kong Xuehai of the Ethereal Snow Sect, and there was a hint of expectation in his eyes.

Kong Xuehai is not comparable to ordinary monks, he can be ranked in the top five ranks in the Ethereal Snow Sect, which is one level higher than Xiang Tianwen of the East China Sea Dragon Palace.

"Cheng Daoyou, the junior sister below really likes that phantom feather coat, I don't know if I can cut my love?" After jumping into the ring, Kong Xuehai gave a slight gift, his face was smiling, and he said gently.

Cheng Ling sneered in her heart, she had already seen through that your little white face was a hypocrite, and she looked polite on her face, but what she did was insidious enough. Now he has 59 consecutive wins, and only the last game is 60 straight wins.

The little white face just appeared at this time, didn't he just want to snipe his winning streak at the most critical moment? Moreover, he had just fought nine battles in a row, generally speaking, the true yuan in his body was already consumed. At this time, I just want to take advantage of a big advantage, and if I win, I can boast about my strong strength to the outside world, and I am really calculating.

He said coldly: "Don't talk nonsense, if you want to fight, you can come." If you win, the Phantom Feather Cloak will naturally be presented with both hands, if you lose, how far and how far you will go, don't let me see it again!"

Kong Xuehai was furious in his heart, he couldn't imagine that the other party was so faceless, a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and he said indifferently to him: "In this case, then Kong Mou can only be offended!"

With a flip of his right hand, a snow-white fan made of bone jade came to his hand, and he whispered in his mouth: "Snowflake Secret Fan!"

Swish!

The fan unfolded, turning into a semi-circular afterimage, and quickly rotated towards Cheng Ling!

The exercises and martial arts of the Ethereal Snow Sect are known for being ethereal and cold. As soon as he made a move, the air froze, the ice crystals slid down, and the invisible energy was hidden in the cold wind, blowing more and more fiercely. Immediately, there seemed to be snowflakes falling in the space of the underground ring, and these snowflakes fell one by one, and wherever they fell, they were affected by the energy.

In an instant, the entire ring was almost covered by snowflakes flying in the sky, and the temperature of the space seemed to drop by dozens of degrees. It made people feel a tremor of teeth, staring nervously at the snowflake-covered figure in the ring.