After observing for a while, Zhong Shenxiu felt a little bored.

It can be seen that the seemingly random distribution of the head of the Zhong family actually has a deep meaning.

Most of the opponents who matched each other were very strong and weak, and it didn't take long for most of them to have won or lost.

In this naked world of the jungle, there is basically no such operation as pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

Like Zhong Shenxiu, a pervert who was reborn in just three months, it is estimated that there are not many in the world.

The small Zhong family, located in a corner of the East China Sea, is already a great miracle to be able to produce one.

And the disparity between the strong and the weak is too great, and the strong almost always win easily.

There is simply no such thing as a dragon fight, and the hole cards are full of wonderful fights.

For Zhong Shenxiu, there is naturally nothing to see.

In a short time, about three quarters of an hour later, the first round of elimination was over.

After a round of elimination, the remaining Zhong family juniors on the field are only about two hundred years old.

On the high platform, the head of the Zhong family did not talk nonsense, and between the sleeves and robes, there was another green number plate flying out, each with its own master.

Zhong Shenxiu picked it up and took a look, and sure enough, he was the No. 1 token again.

Needless to say, this time, the number is in the former, and he automatically stands in the circle marked by the number, waiting for the opponent's challenge.

In fact, this kind of rule is full of flaws, and it is almost controlled by the head of the Zhong family.

However, none of the bigwigs on the high platform had any objections, and they must have reached a tacit understanding.

In this case, Zhong Shenxiu is too lazy to talk about himself, and he is covered by water.

In a short time, Zhong Shenxiu's opponent in this round has been freshly released.

Sure enough, this time his opponent was a Zhou Tianjing master who broke through the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, and his bearing was solemn between his steps.

Zhong Shenxiu sneered in his heart: Among the descendants of the Zhong family, those who have stepped into the Zhou Tian realm are only double ten.

There are more than 200 people on the field, and there is a 1 in 10 probability that they can meet themselves.

This uncle is really blatant!

The commander who swore to help him before is now pretending to be deaf and dumb, hehe......

"In the next Zhongziyuan, I have seen Xiu Gongzi!"

This Zhong Ziyuan is Zhong Shenxiu's opponent in this round, with a lofty instrument and a square face.

But he is one of the famous young men of the Zhong family, who is good at "Seventeen Potentials", and his strength is extraordinary!

Zhong Shenxiu was also impatient to say much, and the long sword pointed obliquely at the ground, and his true qi was ready to go.

"Please!"

Zhong Ziyuan didn't talk nonsense, after the salute, he held the sword in his right hand, and with a "Zheng" sound, the broadsword was unsheathed, and the sound shook the four fields!

As soon as the master made a move, he knew if there was one, but Zhong Ziyuan's hand had already taken the lead.

Zhong Shenxiu smiled freely in his heart, without the slightest fear.

Zhong Ziyuan's hand seems to be extraordinary, but in fact, it is just the collision and friction between the blade and the inner wall of the scabbard, and the vibration makes a loud noise.

He could have done it, but he was impatient to be so pretentious.

But those who did not understand the reason were cheered, and a burst of cheers rose from the sidelines.

"Who wouldn't?"

Zhong Shenxiu sneered in his heart, but he was unwilling to let Zhong Ziyuan be beautiful.

"Circulating Six Void Skills" was running rapidly, and wisps of true qi gushed out.

The blade of the water and fire blade in his palm, under the infusion of true qi, lit up with a white light sword.

"Hum", let out a crisp sword groan, more domineering than Zhong Ziyuan, and another handsome demeanor.

"Hum", Zhong Ziyuan no longer wasted time, the broadsword in his hand swung up, and a full of momentum slash fell.

The momentum is magnificent, but it is subtle, implying dozens of backhand changes.

In the face of Zhong Ziyuan's majestic slash, Zhong Shenxiu did not use his usual swift and lightning raid.

Zhong Ziyuan's "Seventeen Potentials" seems to be clumsy, like a spear and halberd, and it is dexterous.

In fact, it is a secret combination of the art of war, and the odd is compatible, if the method of fighting is adopted, the strange soldier will protrude, but he will fall into his trap.

Therefore, Zhong Shenxiu gave up the advantage of his own speed and simply handed out a sword, the sword was sharp and-for-tat.

The place taken is close to Zhong Ziyuan's wrist holding the sword, majestic and dangerous, attacking the place where it must be saved.

With just one move, Zhong Ziyuan had to change his moves and avoid the edge for the time being.

With a twist of the wrist, the broadsword in his palm slashed from right to left.

But it has already used a killer move in "Seventeen Potentials": the jade dragon outside the sky.

The sword moves are galloping and vigorous, the momentum is majestic, and the sharp sword qi is like a match, like a jade dragon probing claws, suddenly attacking from outside the sky.

In the face of Zhong Ziyuan's killing move, Zhong Shenxiu was still not in a hurry.

The sword in his palm did not change, but his wrist suddenly sank, and the blade jumped up.

The sharp long sword, full of fierce sword aura, was lightly placed on Zhong Ziyuan's broad sword spine from the bottom up.

Suddenly, he was like a thunderbolt, and in front of his chest, he put on a defensive posture and retreated.

In just two moves, he was forced to retreat by Zhong Shenxiu and fell behind, Zhong Ziyuan couldn't help but turn blue and his eyes were red.

"What kind of swordsmanship are you?"

In the face of Zhong Ziyuan's somewhat angry reprimand, Zhong Shenxiu showed an extremely disgusting smile, flicked the long sword in his hand, and said in a pretentious manner.

"Our Zhong family's entry-level foundation, the Thirteen Sword Brothers, don't you recognize it?"

As soon as these words came out, Zhong Ziyuan's face suddenly turned from blue to red, which was wonderful.

Zhong Ziyuan, who thought that he couldn't match Zhong Shenxiu in swordsmanship, had the idea of breaking the trick with force.

After all, Zhong Shenxiu's performance, but the cultivation that he had just entered the Zhou Heaven Realm was far less strong than him.

As soon as he thought of this, Zhong Ziyuan did not hesitate, and with a wave of the broadsword in his hand, he carried the momentum of wind and thunder and slashed at Zhong Shenxiu.

As soon as the sword is slashed out, it is like a thousand troops galloping forward, spears and halberds, and they are held strictly!

"Hey, it depends on whether your strength is enough?"

Zhong Shenxiu sneered in his heart, you have a force to break ten times, I have a sword to break ten thousand laws, see if you are a strong man or my sword!

Think so. Zhong Shenxiu's hands were not slow, "Zhouliu Six Void Skills" kept running, and the incomparable sword qi frantically poured into the long sword in his palm.

Then he stepped forward, stepped on, and the sword as fierce as snow suddenly rose, and he did not avoid it, and went straight to the middle palace.

Under this incomparable sword momentum, Zhong Ziyuan's surging true qi like a spear and halberd was blatantly torn apart.

A little cold light arrived first, and then the sword qi was like a tide, the sword momentum was fierce, and the killing intent was decisive, it was simply terrifying.

The grasp of timing is even more wonderful to the peak, and the score is exactly the same.

If you are not careful, you may be torn to pieces by the surging true qi.

However, Zhong Shenxiu still did not hesitate, like a moth to a fire, with a fierce sword, he brazenly pierced Zhong Zi's sword curtain like a sea and a tide, and the sword momentum was like a strange peak, breaking the sky.

Before the sword arrives, the qi goes first!

The incomparable sword qi pierced into Zhong Ziyuan's right shoulder with incomparable precision in an instant, and the blood arrow soared!

Under the pain, Zhong Ziyuan's right hand holding the sword couldn't help but give it away, and the broadsword with a wide shape was easily knocked away by Zhong Shenxiu.

The half-green and half-red water and fire front, with a cold and piercing sword aura, crossed Zhong Ziyuan's neck, arousing goosebumps all over his body!

"I lost!"

People are swordsmen, I am fish and meat, Zhong Ziyuan can only admit defeat.

Compared with Zhong Ziyu's unwillingness, Zhong Ziyuan's admitting defeat was sincere and convinced.

Zhong Shenxiu relied on his strong swordsmanship to eat him, why didn't he accept it?

The duel between them is a hundred more times, and the result will not make any difference!

And as time goes on, his odds will only get lower and lower.

So Zhong Ziyuan's sentence "I lost", although it was full of bitterness, it was also convincing!