Qiu Gang's figure had just stood still, the long whip of the dust came out, the weapon was taken off, and the Qiu Gang, who had not yet taken out the spare weapon, was firmly whipped by the dust.

But he didn't expect that at the moment when the end of the long whip reached his body, Luochen's arm shook slightly, and the sharp blade only shredded his clothes, without hurting his body in the slightest.

"What is it better than that? All your spiritual power has exploded, and your body movement and attack speed are even better, which has exceeded my limit!"

Qiu Gang was not discouraged, there was no frustration after failure, there was a fighting spirit hidden in his heart, and he did not believe that a failure could prove that his strength would never fall to the dust.

Luochen covered his mouth and chuckled, knowing that Qiu Gang was not convinced, and he didn't care.

Cultivation is no longer overnight, maybe the strength of which Qiugang will improve by leaps and bounds!

The long whip rolled up the heavy knife and flew towards Qiugang.

Raising his hand to catch his weapon, Qiu Gang bowed and saluted, and then returned the salute after falling into the dust, and the two of them made contact with each other, and each got out of the ring, and the disciples under the ring immediately let out cheers and cheers.

The battle of Errao was the most fierce of several competitions, with heavy swords and force, and long whips entangled with Qiugang, making his situation always in a dilemma.

Even if Qiu Gang had a chance to get close to Falling Dust, it would be a one-and-a-half move to attack, and Falling Dust would open up the distance between the two between defending and dodging, and Qiu Gang never succeeded in keeping the time of approaching.

The two of them who are at a distance, Qiugang is a situation where they are passively beaten, and no matter how good the defense is, there will eventually be loopholes.

After the full explosion of Falling Dust power, the defeat was not a surprise.

Coupled with Luo Chen's charming expression and graceful posture, the group of cultivators saw their blood pumping, and it was not normal to be excited.

"The performance of the slave family, is the son still satisfied?"

Luochen has always been like this, Duanmu Haoyang can only nod, which can be regarded as responding to her.

"Hmph...... Childe is eccentric, if Sister Meng wins, you must come forward to congratulate!

...... Don't quibble, didn't you congratulate Sister Meng in the previous competition......?

The words of falling dust made Meng Xinrui and Duanmu Haoyang a little unnatural, Duanmu Haoyang naturally didn't have any other ideas, but Meng Xinrui was different, it was normal for a girl to have a spring heart.

"Sister Luo, it's always such a joke. ”

Although Meng Xinrui's face is as usual, her mind is actually active, but as a girl's reserve, she has not fully shown it.

In the middle of the conversation, the sixth competition on the stage has ended.

"The seventh game, Duanmu Haoyang vs. Pei Dong!"

Duanmu Haoyang appeared, and bursts of cheers came from under the ring, especially the female disciples, and crazy voices came and went.

Luochen was under the ring, and he didn't forget to tease Meng Xinrui, "Sister Meng, hurry up, Gongzi is now in the limelight, a dazzling existence, and his heart is preempted by other senior sisters and junior sisters!"

Without Duanmu Haoyang by his side, Meng Xinrui's heart was slightly revealed.

"Haoyang Gongzi, it's not someone who wants to get close, he never takes a second look at girls.

Sister Luo is so charming and moving, the son has never been moved, and it is difficult to get close to the child. ”

While Meng Xinrui and Luochen were talking, their eyes looked at Duanmu Haoyang and remained motionless.

Duanmu Haoyang has not taken out a weapon since the beginning of the competition in the ring, relying on his body and speed, under the Streamer Dragon Breaking Fist combat technique, no one can survive three punches.

Zu Nan watched Duanmu Haoyang being sought after by the first disciples of Cangwu Mountain, and he was unconvinced and unwilling in his heart.

They are all cultivators who are among the top in the rankings, why did Duanmu Haoyang make so many disciples crazy, and there were even female disciples screaming, which made Zu Nan's heart burn.

His Zu Nan never thought that his strength was inferior to Duanmu Haoyang, and his appearance and temperament were consciously no worse than Duanmu Haoyang.

Except for a little sickly.

In fact, the most bitter person in my heart at this time is Pei Dong, after six games, none of the remaining seven people want to go into the ring with Duanmu Haoyang.

Once they meet Duanmu Haoyang, they will be reduced to the bottom ten, and wait for the top ten to complete the ranking competition before they have the opportunity to challenge and compete for the ranking.

The second place in the preliminary selection of the secret realm, which was temporarily reduced to the bottom ten by a strong opponent, is the best example.

It seems that the number of matches is reduced, which may save spiritual power, and there is a certain advantage, but in that case, they will have fewer opportunities to perform, and there will be fewer opportunities to be favored by the elders.

They are not Qiugang, they don't have a strong soul power advantage, and they are in the bottom ten, and they don't have much chance of turning over.

Seeing that the two of them were slow to move after coming to power, Elder Fang guessed what Pei Dong was thinking at this time, and the aura of the Jindan cultivator was slightly released, which shocked Pei Dong's neck and immediately came back to his senses.

"Duanmu Daoyou, please!"

"Pei Daoyou, please!"

The two were very polite, Pei Dong held the green snake spear in one hand and signaled, and Duanmu Haoyang responded.

The distance between them quickly shrank, and the spear stabbed straight out, and the sinuous blade grazed against Duanmu Haoyang's chest.

Seeing that something was promising, Pei Dong swept with a spear, Duanmu Haoyang's body leaned back, almost lying flat and sliding past, appearing on Pei Dong's right side.

Duanmu Haoyang's speed was not very fast at this time, and when Pei Dong's divine sense sensed his move, his feet staggered, wanting to widen the distance between the two, so as not to be attacked by Duanmu Haoyang's fist.

Pei Dong's movements were still a little slower, and as soon as he moved his body, Duanmu Haoyang's right fist was flat, heading straight for Pei Dong's right shoulder.

The distance between Er Rao and Duanmu Haoyang had not yet been widened, and the speed of Duanmu Haoyang's punch was extremely fast, Pei Dong had to quickly twist his right arm, put the weapon at his side, push it with his left hand, and use the spear to block the attack.

Seeing that the spear was withdrawn and blocked, Duanmu Haoyang, in order to avoid the pain of his fist, turned his fist into a palm and slapped it on the handle of the green snake spear.

Pei Dong was already unstable, and Duanmu Haoyang's strength was great.

Even if he didn't do his best to punch, Pei Dong couldn't cope with it, and his arm was numb when he was slapped by Duanmu Haoyang, and his body slid out five meters away before he stabilized his body.

Without waiting for Pei Dong to react, Duanmu Haoyang appeared in front of him, Pei Dong saw that the situation was not good, and he was in a hurry, holding the end of the weapon handle in his left hand, and using the end of the spear handle to gamble on the spike, attacking Duanmu Haoyang's abdomen.

With his arms crossed, he pressed down to block the attack in front of him, and the attack at the end of the handle was easily defused by Duanmu Haoyang.

Through the attack, the spiritual power that rushed into his body, under the effect of Duanmu Haoyang's strong soul power and spiritual power, fell apart in an instant and was expelled from the body.

Duanmu Haoyang had a feeling that Pei Dong's spiritual power was biased towards the fire attribute, and when he was in his body, there was a burning sensation, as if the meridians were being burned by fire.

If other cultivators are attacked by Pei Dong's spiritual power, I am afraid that the aura will be disordered, and the exertion of spiritual power and the operation of the exercises will be affected.

That would create favorable conditions for Pei Dong's next attack.

But Pei Dong's spiritual power was too weak in front of Duanmu Haoyang.

Pei Dong saw that the attack was defused again, and he did not hesitate.

Since the spiritual power rushing into his body could not cause trouble to Duanmu Haoyang, he could only continue to flip the green snake spear, and the sinuous spearhead blade was directly slashed at Duanmu Haoyang's head.

It's a pity that he ignored one point, and when he turned the spear, Duanmu Haoyang's hands were liberated, which was not good for him.

After Duanmu Haoyang discovered Pei Dong's intentions, his figure did not retreat but advanced.

The right fist turned into a palm and pushed forward, slowing down the spear's attack, and the left fist came out with force and attacked Pei Dong's chest.

"Bang...... Ah......h

Pei Dong was beaten back again and again, and the sound of heavy footsteps shook the spiritual power, and when he reached the edge of the ring, the end of the spear was on the ground, leaving a deep scratch before he stabilized his body.

Then a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his breath withered.