Two hours later, the first round of the day ended, and two hundred and eighteen monks moved on to the next round.

In the second round, Li Hui's serial number was thirty-two, and the number of games was ranked seventeenth.

Standing in the ring, Li Hui was still holding a sword in his left hand, standing there casually.

All the monks in the audience who watched the battle were focused on Li Hui, and they were all looking forward to Li Hui's next performance.

In yesterday's game, after catching and hiding for a long time, he kicked his tower-like opponent off the stage. In the first round today, it was a preemptive strike, and as soon as he made a move, he took down the opponent's spiritual weapon!

The Qingying Sword in his hand was completely turned into an ornament, and at this time, all the monks were guessing who would let Li Hui pull out the sword.

The figure flashed, and a monk wearing an earthy yellow robe appeared in the ring amid the expectant gaze of everyone.

"Shi Song!" exclaimed the monks in the audience, and then everyone's faces showed excitement!

This Taoist monk dressed as a monk named Shi Song, about thirty years old, with a long sword in his hand, swordsmanship is superb, and he also shines in the first two rounds of the competition, easily defeating the opponent and winning.

Li Hui has also seen this stone pine game, and his swordsmanship is indeed good, but compared to himself...... Still not enough.

"Li Hui"

"Stone Pine"

The two men bowed their hands politely, and then stopped talking, and their eyes were fixed on each other.

"Choke!"

The long sword in Shi Song's hand was unsheathed, the sword was narrow and long, bright as autumn water, and the cold air was pressing.

"Good sword!" Li Hui couldn't help but admire.

"Draw your sword!"

Shi Song said coldly.

Li Hui just smiled, the Qingying Sword was still held in his left hand, and the whole person didn't make any movement, standing quietly in place, looking at Shi Song.

"Phew!"

But Shi Song couldn't bear it anymore and stabbed him with a sword first.

This sword was as fast as lightning, accurate and ruthless, and before the sword arrived, the cold air had arrived, and Li Hui felt a faint stinging pain on his cheeks.

The sword came in an instant, and at the moment when it was about to stab Li Hui's throat, Li Hui turned his body slightly, and the sword grazed Li Hui's neck.

Shi Song Daoren had also seen Li Hui's ghostly body before, and knew that it was impossible to make a contribution with one blow, and when he saw Li Hui dodging this sword, the sword turned into a stab and slashed horizontally.

The sword is light and agile, the long sword used by Shi Song Dao is narrow and slender, this sword changes moves quickly, and Li Hui has no way to hide.

At this time, Li Hui's body seemed to be discounted in an instant, and he fell back to the ground.

Shi Song Daoren's sword was cut again, and he wanted to change his move again, and changed it to slash at Li Hui, but after two consecutive moves, the momentum was exhausted, and this time it was slow.

At this time, Li Hui kept his posture of leaning back, and as soon as his feet moved, the person had already slid backwards like a loach. When Li Hui straightened up, he was already out of reach of Shi Songdao's long sword.

Standing up straight, Li Hui still held a sword in his left hand and looked at Shi Song Daoren with a smile.

Shi Song Daoren sneered: "Your Excellency just relies on quick body skills to dodge, and even so, you won't leave your hands behind." ”

The long sword was unsheathed, and Shi Songdao hung the sword around his waist. The index finger and thumb of his right hand flicked forward, and a fire bomb flew towards Li Hui like a meteor.

This Shi Song Dao man still has such a fire bomb technique!

This fire bomb, Li Hui easily dodged, at this time, Shi Song Daoren was with both hands, ten fingers together, one by one the fire bombs flew towards Li Hui densely in front and back, and the direction of the fire bomb was to block all Li Hui's retreat.

This fire bomb technique is the killer weapon of Shi Song Daoren! It has never been used before, but it is suddenly used at this moment. For a while, Li Huizhou's body was shrouded in a curtain of fire.

At this time, Li Hui's figure suddenly blurred, like a puff of green smoke twisting left and right, and all the fire bombs were shot into the air.

Shi Song Daoren saw Li Hui use that strange body technique again, and the fire bomb shot out even more frantically. After this round of fire is fired, he holds the hilt of the sword in his right hand and is about to draw the long sword.

At this time, Li Hui's figure suddenly appeared in front of Shi Song Daoren, stretched out his right hand, held down the right hand of Shi Song Dao Ren who drew his sword, flew up on his left knee, and put one knee on Shi Song Dao Ren's lower abdomen.

"Peng!" Shi Songdao fell heavily to the ground.

"Agreed!" Li Hui still stood quietly in the ring, holding the Qingying Sword in his left hand, and said lightly.

The audience was silent and silent!

It's so strong! There's only one feeling in everyone's heart!

The monks in the audience were all secretly weighing to themselves what would happen if they faced the Shisong Dao people! The conclusion was that most of the people felt that they had no chance of winning under the sword of the Shi Song Dao people! A few people felt that even if they could resist the long sword of the Shi Song Dao people, they would definitely not be able to dodge the fire bombs used from behind!

And Li Hui still won lightly. That long sword is still unsheathed!

If they knew that Li Hui had just faced Shi Song Daoren, even if he didn't use the Qing Ying Sword, he could still defeat him with one move, and they didn't know how they would feel in their hearts.

Li Hui rarely saw a master with a sword, so he wanted to see how far this Shi Song Daoren's swordsmanship had reached, so he let it be used.

After seeing Shi Song Daoren's swordsmanship, Li Hui's evaluation was only two words: "Too weak!" Li Hui's swordsmanship had reached the level of starting to cultivate the "Imperial Sword Chapter" from simple to complex thirty-six swords. For those ordinary swordsmanship left by Yuan Haozhen, he already knows everything in his chest.

Shi Song Daoren's seemingly incomparably powerful sword, in Li Hui's opinion, was not only full of flaws, sluggish and lacking in variety, but also far from enough in terms of speed and strength.

The same sword, if Li Hui stabbed it, Shi Songdao was already a dead man at this moment!

After receiving his new serial number plate, Li Hui stepped out of the ring and quietly waited for all the matches in this round to end.

At the end of this round, there were only one hundred and nine monks left. Eighteen people were randomly selected from these one hundred and nine people for the competition, and nine people were eliminated, and in the end, the remaining hundred people could become disciples of the Bixiao Sect.

Two hours later.

A third-generation disciple of the Qingyi Bixiao Sect stood up and announced: "This Bixiao Gate Entrance Contest has all ended, and a total of 100 monks have won and will become disciples of the outer sect of this sect." All winners will register tomorrow at the Soaring City Central Plaza.

In this introductory competition, there are ten places that can become disciples of the inner sect. All winners can sign up for the entrance contest or choose to forfeit.

In the end, the ten people who won will become the inner disciples of this sect. The rest will become disciples of the outer sect. If you do not arrive after the hour, you will be deemed to have given up joining this door. Let's get ready. ”

After speaking, he retreated behind a monk who built the foundation of the Blue Sky Gate.

At this time, the long-bearded old man led by these foundation building monks waved his sleeves, and a small cyan flying boat appeared in front of him, and then the blue light was great, and the cyan flying boat grew in the wind, and instantly turned into a giant boat that was three zhang wide and three zhang long!

All the Bixiaomen monks stepped on the flying boat, but they were not crowded at all, and the long-bearded old man made a magic decision in his hand, and the cyan flying boat trembled slightly, and then rushed down to the sky, and flew straight up to the clouds in the direction of the Bixiaomen Mountain Gate in the north.

All the monks present let out a burst of exclamation, and their eyes showed a look of yearning!

"One day, I will be in the Nine Heavens!" Li Hui looked at the flying boat that disappeared into the sky, and said to himself silently.

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Well, one more release at night. If the collection and tickets increase, I will put another chapter decisively. Thank you for your support!