"What's this? There's a top-five player next to me who made it to the top five without making a move. Yun covered his mouth and chuckled.

"Yes, but don't you take turns fighting?" asked Huang San.

"I'm the referee, I have the final say, and besides, he only looks at the first place. Yun shook his head, looking rather helpless.

"Old man?" asked Huang San.

"Aomichi?"

"Shhhh A cloud floated up and covered Huang San's mouth.

"Okay. Huang San nodded.

At the beginning of the third round, this time for the first time, Huang San saw Wei Mingwei.

Wei Mingwei's opponent turned out to be that sword god! This sword god left an extremely deep impression on Huang San, Wei Mingwei was probably not his opponent.

The man, like Wei Mingwei, is a man of few words. The two stood with their swords in hand, as if waiting for something.

And in Huang San's eyes, a giant sword inserted into the cloud appeared behind each of them, and as time passed, the giant sword behind them was constantly pulled up.

In terms of speed, the two are comparable, that is, there is not much difference in their understanding of the sword.

"When did this kid become so powerful?" Huang San muttered in his heart.

"Please!" the great sword behind them was drawn almost simultaneously.

Wei Mingwei held the green silk sword in his hand, and the sword god held an unknown long sword, and the two fought together.

The sword shadow kept flickering, the sword god was born in the northern region, resisted the demon clan since he was a child, and the sword in his hand was sharp, looking for Wei Mingwei's weakness all the time.

On the other hand, Wei Mingwei, although he has been suppressed, can always block the opponent's sword.

I saw that Wei Mingwei's sword was like flowing water, entwined, even if the green silk sword was twisted, it could be restored to its original state in an instant.

The two are as deadlocked as they were at the beginning, and they are at a stalemate again.

The speed of the two of them slowed down, and in the end, the two closed their eyes, and the sword god made a sword, and Wei Mingwei blocked it, and then Wei Mingwei made a sword, and the sword god blocked it.

The two seemed to have formed this tacit understanding, not in a hurry or slow, and the speed of the sword became slower and slower.

"What are they doing?" asked Huang San.

"They're in a move!" Yun exclaimed.

"What?" Huang San was also frightened.

The two are using each other's kendo to hone their moves, and whoever wins and who loses depends on whose moves are honed first.

The two of them changed from dozens of swords per second to one sword in tens of seconds, but it was such a slow sword, Huang San felt that he might not be able to stop it.

This sword Huang San can naturally catch it, but Huang San will definitely not be able to stop it.

"It's coming!" Yun reminded in a loud voice.

Huang Sanding looked at it, but saw a faint light on the two of them.

Wei Mingwei is blue light, and the stream inside it is gurgling, and the sword god is red light, and the blood in it is heavy!

After all, it was the stream that took the first step and overshadowed the blood!

The green silk sword is pointed directly at the center of the sword god's eyebrows!

"Not bad!" the sword god nodded, and then his body was wrapped in clouds and disappeared.

"Whew!" Wei Mingwei sat down on the ground, in the scene just now, he knew that the other party did not exert all his strength, but he used all his strength.

In the second game, Zhuge Qian fought against a girl in white.

The magic weapon of the girl's bloodline is a big harp, and often when the piano sounds, her opponent falls to the ground.

And Zhuge Qian's bloodline magic weapon is Kong Yu Fan, as for his life magic weapon, Huang San has not seen it.

Zhuge Qian's battle, Huang San has also seen it, the fan over there flashed slightly, and this side fell down and disappeared.

Both of them have a somewhat strange way of fighting.

I saw the woman take out the piano and play it gently.

"Go!" Zhuge Qian took out Kong Yu Fan and fanned it gently.

There was no sound, and the only thing visible was the swirling clouds on the ground.

"Weirdness is the best way to restrain weirdness!" Huang San shook his head.

A hint of strangeness flashed in their eyes at the same time, and they rushed towards each other.

The two of them have changed from big weird to small weird!

The fan and the piano are in contact with each other, which is a bit like a child fighting.

Suddenly, Huang San clearly saw that above Zhuge Qian's eyebrows, the mark of Hushan flashed.

"Is it him?" Huang San was slightly stunned.

The old man of Hushan said that he chose two disciples, each holding half of the exercises, presumably the other disciple should be him.

"His inheritance should have been obtained in that cave!" Huang San recalled the empty cave, and his own inheritance came from those flowers.

From the moment the Hushan mark lit up, the woman was already defeated!

"Hushan Secret Method?" Yun was slightly stunned.

"What's wrong?" asked Huang San.

"This method is forbidden by the human race, and the woman is dead. Yun shook his head.

"What?" Huang San's eyes saw that the woman was obviously still alive.

"The soul is solidified by Hushan, and what is left here is nothing more than an obedient body. Yun shook his head slightly.

"Then why isn't it forbidden to practice this forbidden method?" Huang San asked.

"Tens of thousands of years ago, the human race and the demon race fought each other for territory, and at that time, both the decent and evil factions of the human race were killing demons! There was a thoughtful look in the clouds' eyes.

"Therefore, there is such an unwritten rule among the human race, the evil art and forbidden art can be cultivated, but it is not allowed to attack the same clan frequently!" Yun sighed.

"Frequently?" Huang San was slightly stunned.

"Yes, before the disaster comes, after the world collapses, only you can save yourself!" Yun said softly.

"What do you mean?" Huang San twisted his head.

"Huh? Nothing. Yun came back to his senses and knew that he had said something he shouldn't have said.

While the two were talking, the third scene began.

This one is two players of equal strength, and after an explosion, the winner is divided.

In the fourth and fifth scenes, Huang San didn't see Xu Xing and Qi Youquan, and a guess suddenly popped up in his heart.

Sure enough, with the start of the sixth game, Qi Youquan stood on the left and Xu Xing stood on the right.

"It's you!" Qi Youquan recognized Xu Xing.

"What?" Xu Xing raised his eyebrows.

"Hmph, I hope you'll regret it later!" Qi Youquan shot directly, only to see a faint golden light wrapping him.

"Boom!" Xu Xing snorted coldly.

Qi Youquan, as the eldest young master of the Qi family, naturally knew the Xu family of the demon suppression family, and he was not panicked at all in the face of the demon suppression bell.

"Bang!" the bell rang, and Qi Youquan was stunned for a moment.

Xu Xing took out a big knife and jumped up and slashed towards Qi Youquan's neck.

There was a burst of sparks, and the big knife was blocked by a hard object less than a punch away from Qi Youquan's neck.

"It's a pity that you can't break through my defenses!" Qi Youquan came back to his senses and showed a golden smile.

The fist slammed into Xu Xing's lower abdomen with golden light, smashing it away.

Xu Xing flew from the middle of the field to the other end, smashing up a cloud of clouds.

"Sister Yun, hurry, get him out!" Huang San said anxiously.

"No, the overall situation is undecided, if you save him like this, some people will say that I am unfair. Yun shook his head.

Huang San didn't speak, just looked at the picture nervously.

In the picture, Xu Xing slowly stood up and roared: "Second ring!"

The breeze blew the ends of Qi Youquan's hair, and along with the breeze came a deadly killing machine!

A sound wave swept across Qi Youquan's face, bringing a hint of scarlet.

"You!" Qi Youquan reached out to touch the wound.

"It's killing yourself!"

I saw Qi Youquan's figure rise with the storm and turn into a giant standing in the sky.

"It's so ugly!" Xu Xing sighed, how did the handsome little guy with a delicate face just now become what he is now?

"Die!" the giant fell with one foot, and unexpectedly burst out with a power that did not belong to the first order!

"Boom!"

"The Qi family's Dao method is nothing more than that!" Xu Xing sat in the Demon Bell, and the giant foot stepped on the Demon Bell.

"Really?" Qi Youquan snorted coldly, and the Demon Suppression Bell began to shatter.

"Save him!" Huang San hurriedly reminded him.

"No, I, I can't move!" Yun smiled bitterly.

"Then let me in!" Huang San said anxiously.

"He has a ninth-order physical body, and I was suppressed. Yun shook his head.

"What should I do then?" Huang San was like an ant on a hot pot, he couldn't watch Xu Xing die.

"That's it, that's the only way!" Huang San sat down cross-legged and began to depict the spell.

However, Xu Xing's Demon Bell couldn't wait that long, so he stomped on the Demon Bell and stepped towards Xu Xing.

Just when the big foot was within the distance of Xu Xing's punch, time suddenly stopped.

"Da! da!" the bell rang.

A round of clocks appeared above the White Cloud Palace.

Every second that the pointer on it receives, Big Foot retracts a little.

After the clock receded for ten seconds, Qi Youquan returned to his pre-injury appearance, and Xu Xing fell from the wall.