Offstage, Ying Qing'er turned her head sideways and said to Feng Qingyang: "Brother Feng, if you run into Zhang Ning later, you have to be careful, his light skills are more than that." ”

"I know, don't worry. Among the people present, Feng Qingyang saw it more clearly than anyone else, but when it came to light skills, he really didn't need to be afraid of the other party.

In the seventh round of the game, Ying Qing'er, Wang Qifei, and Lin Yi all lost, Ying Qing'er was deliberately waterproof, Lin Yi was because of his limited strength, and he would naturally lose when he met a strong opponent, and Wang Qifei was because he ran into Zhang Shuyi, one of the top ten disciples of the inner gate.

Ghost Gate Sword Zhang Shuyi deserves the title of Ghost Gate Sword, only three swords, Wang Qifei was defeated.

Seriously, the difference in strength between the two is not so big, after all, Wang Qifei is a genius in the entire Taibai Sword Sect, and it is impossible to be easily defeated in three moves, but he can only be blamed for his bad luck, the swordsmanship of Zhang Shuyi, the ghost gate sword, is famous for being unpredictable, as long as the strength is slightly inferior, it is difficult to get the three swords, the three swords are like nightmares, there is no way to stop them, as if they have made up the blade of the sword.

Wang Qifei, who lost the game, stared at Zhang Shuyi, the ghost gate sword, and he couldn't imagine that he couldn't even block a sword.

Ghost Gate Sword Zhang Shuyi turned around and said lightly as he walked down the stage: "Practice for another year." ”

"Under the core disciples, Senior Brother Zhang Shuyi is the number one swordsman. ”

"When I think about it now, I feel that the sword was so terrible, the eyes can't keep up, the perception can't keep up, even the intuition can't keep up, it's obviously fast, but it gives people the illusion that it's very slow, if it were me, I'm afraid I'd go crazy immediately. ”

"Senior Brother Zhang Shuyi is powerful, but look over there. An inner disciple pointed to a set of platforms on which two men were beginning to fight.

Others were talking.

"Among the top ten disciples of the inner gate, the ninth-ranked 'gentian spear' Zhao Fengyi Zhao Senior Brother, who is his opponent, how have I never seen it,. ”

"Me too. ”

"It seems to have come out of nowhere, is there such a person among the inner disciples?"

on a set of platforms.

The cold girl was expressionless, put her right hand on the hilt of the sword, pulled it out, and slashed.

Phew!

Six sword lights floated by, covering Zhao Fengyizhou's body up and down.

Zhao Fengyi smiled confidently, and the five-foot-long gentian spear swung left and right, and the diffuse shadow of the spear easily shattered the sword light, and blasted towards the other party.

Suddenly.

Zhao Fengyi froze in place, looked down, and the clothes on his chest were torn open at some point, and a faint bloodshot oozed out.

"I lost! What's your name? Zhao Fengyi knew that if it weren't for the mercy of the other party's subordinates, this sword would kill him, but he didn't understand, how could he still be hit if he had broken the six sword shadows, it was really a hell of a life.

"Ye Yunxi!"

Dropping two words, the cold girl walked off the stage.

"It's incredible to defeat the ninth-ranked Senior Brother Zhao Fengyi Zhao in one move! ”

"Even Senior Brother Zhao was defeated with a sword, this Ye Yunxi can compete with Senior Brother Zhang Shuyi, I don't know whose swordsmanship is better. ”

Not far away, Zhang Shuyi, the Ghost Gate Sword, squinted his eyes and stared at Ye Yunxi's back.

The competition has been going on so far, and finally one of the top ten disciples of the inner sect has been defeated, and many people who lack strength are not hopeful about themselves, but they hope to see the second and third.

A wave of unevenness has risen again and again.

On the eight groups of platforms, there was another person who defeated Song Qingshan, the tenth ranked 'Little God Leg' among the top ten disciples of the Inner Gate.

Although Song Qingshan, the little god leg, is only ranked tenth, that is the reason why his fighting style is too tough, and if he is tough, he can still lean forward in the rankings.

And his opponent is also a major in leg method, only three legs, the first leg kicked Song Qingshan's leg shadow, the second leg kicked and shattered the opponent's body protection true qi, and the third leg lightly touched his chest, stepping on a footprint, as if it were light, it was natural.

If this is the case, it will not cause a sensational effect, the inner disciple who defeated Song Qingshan is called Jiang Feng, who is nineteen years old this year, and belongs to the oldest group of inner disciples of the Taibai Sword Sect, and is recognized as more than diligent and mediocre in talent, but this time looking at his battle, it gives people the demeanor of a master, and the whole person has changed from the inside out, like a moth transforming into a butterfly, and the world is turned upside down.

"This son is a late bloomer!"

At the elders' table, some elders sighed.

Several elders next to him nodded again and again, "Diligence can make up for clumsiness, and diligence to the extreme, you can comprehend things that many people can't comprehend, and this son can be focused on cultivating." ”

"Hehe, it's not that I haven't seen a late-blooming disciple before, but this time it's shocking to come more than ever, it's like a rebirth. ”

Ying Qing'er asked Feng Qingyang, "Brother Feng, what do you see, although I think those three tricks are hidden mysteries, but I don't know the gist of them, Song Qingshan can't stop them." ”

Feng Qingyang slowly exhaled, "That's potential!"

"Potential?" Ying Qing'er was puzzled.

Feng Qingyang explained: "The so-called potential is very mysterious, words can not express, simple to understand, that is, he perceives the general trend of heaven and earth, and initially integrates this potential into the leg method, so at a glance, it is ordinary, but it is unstoppable, after all, in front of the general trend of heaven and earth, manpower is too small." ”

Ying Qing'er seems to understand whether she understands or not.

In the later stages of the competition, the higher the score, the lower the low.

So far, Feng Qingyang's points are eighteen points, tied for first place with Zhang Ning of Wind Ranger.

Finally, the competition went to the final round, the tenth round.

"The first game, zero against twenty-eight!"

The deacon's voice fell, and the inner disciples on Feng Qingyang's side boiled, in the previous nine rounds, they had already seen that Feng Qingyang was very powerful, after all, among the ten groups, there were very few people who could win nine games in a row, except for the eight seeded players, there were only a few others. Originally, if Feng Qingyang hadn't met Zhang Ning, he might have won ten games in a row and tied for first place with Zhang Ning to enter the finals, but now I'm afraid it's impossible.

In the disfavor of everyone, Feng Qingyang walked on stage.

On the other side, Zhang Ning said relaxedly: "Your strength is good." ”

"You're okay too. ”

Feng Qingyang's words made the others stunned, Senior Brother Zhang Ning's strength is only good, what are you kidding? People can't be so arrogant!

"Hehe, it's not good to be too arrogant, let me try your bottom line!" Zhang Ning recognized Feng Qingyang's strength, but he didn't think that the other party could beat him, his figure flashed, and the person had lost his trace, as if he had blended into the wind.

The wind was clear and silent, and he slapped his fist beyond the left, and the strength of his fist and his fingers touched together, making a terrifying popping sound.

But then, Zhang Ning's attack became more violent, and one after another shrouded the wind from all directions, sneering, and he himself still did not show it.

"On light work, I haven't been afraid of anyone!" As he spoke, the figure of Feng Qingyang also disappeared, and Dao Dao pointed to the table into a hornet's nest.

Smack, bang, bang!

On the table, only fist shadows and finger clashes can be seen, and the figures of the two can only be seen because the speed is too fast and too weird.

"It's so weird, let's see it, I can't imagine that this wind is so powerful, and the strength in front is obviously hidden. Someone couldn't help but say.

"Senior Brother Zhang Ning shouldn't have moved his real character!"