"It's too strong, it's too strong, even Senior Brother Zhang Ning can't take a sword. ”

"Although Senior Brother Zhang Ning lost to Feng Qingyang, he is also one of the best among the inner disciples, and he can't dodge Senior Brother Liu Yizhi's sword, and the gap can't be counted in the Dao. ”

"This year's senior brother Liu Yizhi is even more terrifying than last year. ”

Listening to everyone's discussions, Feng Qing raised his brows and frowned slightly, the remnant blood sword Liu Yizhi is indeed very powerful, his swordsmanship is very simple, that is, fast, accurate, ruthless, nothing fancy, but in his hands, it exerts the power of the gods.

Against it, if the skill is not high to a certain level, don't play the skill, otherwise you will die a miserable death.

The moment Liu Yi stepped down, more than a dozen people who were qualified to compete for the top ten disciples of the inner sect all looked at him with fear.

Lin Qingye, a slender fan-slender, smiled bitterly, "I thought I could catch up with him this year, but it seems that I was thrown farther and farther away." ”

Next to him, Song Qingshan said in surprise: "Brother Lin, you were ranked second in the big competition last year?"

"What's the use of the second, the gap is too big, he has already reached the level of the top core disciples. ”

"Core disciples are in the forefront. Song Qingshan gasped, he knew very well how perverted the top-ranked core disciples were, although everyone was a cultivator at the peak of the late stage or late stage of the Qi Transformation Realm, but the slightly more powerful people among the core disciples could defeat themselves with just one move, not to mention the top-ranked core disciples, it was simply a pervert among the perverts.

In the fourth game, it was the turn of the wind to clear the air, and his opponent was called Shi Po.

As soon as he came to the stage, Shi Po retreated far away, wanting to widen the distance between him and the breeze, for fear that the other party would suddenly disappear in front of his eyes.

The wind was clear and indifferent, standing still in place.

After reaching a distance of thirty steps, Shi Pofang stopped retreating, holding the long sword in both hands and slashing three sword lights towards the position where Feng Qingyang was.

The body moved slightly, skillfully dodging the sword light, Feng Qingyang stomped on the ground with the soles of his feet, and the sword qi was secretly released.

"Boom!"

Rumble!

The platform under Shi Po's feet exploded, his body was thrown high, and he fell to the bottom of the stage in the air.

This time was beyond everyone's expectations, they thought that Feng Qingyang would defeat each other with speed, but they didn't expect this scene to happen.

The fifth game is Wang Qifei, although he lost to the ghost gate sword Zhang Shuyi, but his strength is still very strong, and he defeated his opponent in less than ten moves, accumulating two points.

The sixth, seventh, and eighth scenes are all without suspense, they are purely abusive, and they are not interesting to watch at all.

"In the ninth game, Yuan Lang vs. Jiang Feng. ”

Airplanes!

The deacon's voice fell, and the field finally boiled.

Yuan Lang, the last ranking is still above Zhang Shuyi, the ghost gate sword, with a kind attitude, it looks like he is very easy to get along with, only those who know him know, this person does not do it, he does it like a fierce beast, it is very ferocious, even Zhang Shuyi is very jealous of his friend.

Jiang Feng, a representative of the late bloomer, defeated Song Qingshan, who was famous for his leg technique, with a master's demeanor and a momentum as steady as Mount Tai.

The two can be said to be on the tip of the needle, and if they don't fight, they really don't know who is strong and who is weak.

"Jiang Feng, I'll have to show mercy to my subordinates later!" Yuan Lang smiled.

Jiang Feng said honestly: "Okay!"

I don't know why, seeing Jiang Feng's expression, everyone wants to laugh, smile knowingly, this person will not be annoying at all, only admire, admire his hard work, admire his perseverance, and even admire his honest, master-like bearing.

Hearing this, Yuan Lang's smile retracted, his heart tightened, and his intuition told him that Jiang Feng was not easy to deal with, very difficult to deal with, and if he wanted to win, he had to show twelve points of strength.

Unconsciously, Yuan Lang's palm was painted purple and blue, like a mad demon, he let out a loud shout, his body rushed towards Jiang Feng, and slapped it out with a palm.

Woooooooo

The air was torn apart, and there was a terrible sound like a ghost crying wolf, and some of the inner disciples in the vicinity turned pale and frightened.

Jiang Feng's expression was still so simple, but when he moved, everyone knew that the simple people were not easy to deal with, and the oppression of momentum was useless to him.

With his body slightly sideways, his right foot raised, and with two simple movements, Jiang Feng's momentum changed, and a surging trend converged and merged into his body.

"Shattered!"

With one kick, Yuan Lang's palm power melted and disintegrated, and he had to stop the momentum due to the huge impact, but as the top figure in the top ten disciples of the Inner Sect in the last session, Yuan Lang naturally still had the strength to spare, and his body circled around Jiang Feng for a small half circle, and suddenly launched a second wave of attacks.

"Beast Sword Palm!"

Woowoo...... , roar roar ...... , puff puff puff ...

The purple-cyan palm wind seemed to be overwhelmed by dark clouds, covering Jiang Feng overwhelmingly, and it was replaced by other people inside, but I was afraid that my heart would break before the fight started.

"Jiang Feng is in danger now!"

"Senior Brother Yuan Lang is not Song Qingshan after all, how can he be so easy to deal with. ”

"I don't know how many moves Jiang Feng can survive?"

Feng Qingyang and other people's opinions are different, after Jiang Feng finished his first leg, the general trend has been accumulated, and it is Yuan Lang who is in danger.

Sure enough.

Facing the purple and cyan palm wind that filled the sky, Jiang Feng put his tongue against his jaw and opened his mouth to let out a loud shout.

The shouts were like thunder, and the air was like water waves, rolling and swaying.

"Sweep the day. ”

Standing in the center of the platform, Jiang Feng's momentum was infinitely high, and one leg was kicking out.

This leg hooked the general trend, causing a strong wind to descend on the martial arts square, accompanied by the majestic leg strength to meet the purple and blue palm wind.

Crackle!

As if the sound of thunder came out, the whole table was surging, and the human eye could not look directly.

The next moment!

A figure flew upside down, spurting out a large mouthful of blood in the air.

It's Yuan Lang!

"It's incredible, Jiang Feng won. ”

"How many legs did Jiang Feng have just now, did you see it?"

"It looks like five legs, and it looks like nine legs!"

"How I see it is all leg shadows. ”

Feng Qingyang smiled faintly, this Jiang Feng is very strong, there are really few people who can win him, at present, only the remnant blood sword Liu Yizhi has overwhelming strength, of course, the duel between martial artists, anything can happen, not necessarily those with high strength will win.

The elders in the elder table looked at each other and smiled, Jiang Feng, who was a late bloomer, was even more outstanding than they imagined, and that move just now was really wonderful.

The wind subsided, Jiang Feng on the stage smiled honestly and walked off the stage steadily.

In this regard, everyone could only be silent, doubting whether the other party was really honest or fake.

Next, the game continued.

There was no previous strong matchup, and the next few games were won by an overwhelming margin, and there was no suspense at all.

However, in the last game of the first round, the sword Lin Qingye in the fan was pleasing to everyone's eyes, and as soon as he swung it out, countless fan shadows were like dancing butterflies, like a dream, where did his opponent dare to fight, and hurriedly admitted defeat.