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The top four have already appeared.

The gray-robed young man clenched the long sword in his hand, and at this moment, he was only one step away from success. As long as he can cross this hurdle, it will be like a fish leaping into the dragon gate, and his future will be completely changed.

If you continue to stay in the Shaoyang Sword Sect, you will be able to enter the ground level in this life. Only by entering the Pure Yang Dao Sect can there be the possibility of being at the top of the clouds.

The latent minions endured in every possible way, just to soar into the sky today.

There are two people who have reached the top four are third-grade martial artists, one is Feng Feiyang, the son of Feng Zhang, and the other is He Feilong, the disciple of the Great Elder of the sect.

"Which of these two people will be his opponent?" the gray-robed young man observed and thought carefully.

He Feilong stood with his sword in his hands, calm and relaxed, and he was obviously confident about the next game.

"It's not him. Then, the gray-robed young man turned his gaze to Feng Feiyang on the other side.

It just so happened that Feng Feiyang looked at him at the same time.

Looking at each other, the gray-robed young man saw only anger in the other party's eyes.

The gray-robed young man lowered his head, not out of fear, but to further provoke the other party.

Feng Feiyang was the son of the head of the Shaoyang Sword Sect, and he was just an ordinary disciple. His father is just a handlebar type, and the greatest honor in this life is that he has a son who has joined the Shaoyang Sword Sect.

The identities of the two people are very different, and the resources they can obtain are not the same.

He was busy from morning to night every day, just in order to accumulate meritorious deeds, in exchange for a Qi and Blood Pill. I often do sparring for others, and I was beaten to the point that my nose and face were swollen, and I was covered in injuries, just to be able to steal a little something.

And Feng Feiyang doesn't need to worry about the Qi and Blood Pill at all, he often takes all kinds of medicinal food and tonics, has a special person to do sparring, and has a father who will patiently guide his swordsmanship and internal strength......

The gap is so big that in many cases it is really hopeless.

The gray-robed young man asked himself, "Can I succeed?"

At this time, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the eyes of Master Feng, the kind of eyes that wanted to kill him quickly.

"If you don't succeed, you will become benevolent. I have no way back. It's not that I'm willing to risk my life, but I don't have any other choice at all. Others can retreat, but I can only move forward, because there is no road behind me, only a cliff. ”

Flames burned in the eyes of the gray-robed boy, and his desire for victory and hope for the future were condensed in them.

Gao Yixian set his eyes on the gray-robed young man in the audience, but he didn't say anything.

All kinds of young geniuses, Gao Yixian has met them for most of his life.

But how many people can really soar into the sky?

He still remembered that the head Feng beside him used to be an amazing genius, but now, he has disappeared from everyone.

has never crossed that hurdle, there is not much difference between a sixth-rank martial artist and a first-rank martial artist.

The final scramble begins.

Feng Feiyang looked at the gray-robed young man opposite, and shouted loudly: "Gao Sheng, you hide your strength and harbor evil intentions, I will ...... today"

"Senior Brother Feng, don't buckle the big hat, your heart is upset. The gray-robed young man's words were as sharp as a sword.

With a sound of "bang", Gao Sheng drew his sword out of its sheath, stepped forward, and said as he walked: "Senior Brother Feng, you are a third-grade martial artist, and I am only a second-grade martial artist. Draw your sword and show your majesty as a senior brother. A swordsman faces an enemy and if he doesn't even dare to show his sword, then he has already lost. Isn't that what you often teach us, senior brother?"

Feng Feiyang's heart is indeed disturbed, if the mind is disturbed, he will be scattered, if he is scattered, he will be irritable, if he is irritable, if he is irritable, if he is out of ground, then everything will be bad.

Gao Sheng carried the momentum accumulated from victory after victory, and crushed towards Feng Feiyang.

Outside the court, Lin Yi looked at Gao Sheng, who was like a rainbow, and nodded slightly.

"Senior Brother Lin, who do you think will win?" Xiao Lanruo asked in a low voice.

"Ten moves, if Gao Sheng can't defeat the opponent within ten moves, Gao Sheng is dangerous. Lin Yi said.

Xiao Lanruo shook her head and said, "Senior brother, you are not a swordsman, three moves, if you don't win in three moves, Gao Sheng will have no chance." ”

When Lin Yi heard this, he set his eyes on the field.

The results will soon be seen.

The dazzling cold light shocked Feng Feiyang's heart, he was not a straw bag, on the contrary, he was able to become a third-grade martial artist at a young age, which represented excellent qualifications.

But it is precisely because of this talent that Feng Feiyang is too well protected by his father.

Even if I have walked down the mountain a few times, I have never experienced wind and rain near Xuancheng County.

When the pre-designed plan was disrupted by Gao Sheng, and the Great Elder's side refused to back down, he became overwhelmed.

With a sound of "bell", the two swords struck each other, Feng Feiyang took a step back, at this moment, all the distracting thoughts were left behind by him, and his superior strength, as well as the hard training on weekdays, helped him block Gao Sheng's first sword.

Gao Sheng's offensive did not stop, and the long sword in his hand turned into a silver rain of light, enveloping Feng Feiyang's upper body.

"Bell Bell Bell ......"

Gao Sheng's offensive became more and more urgent, but Feng Feiyang had slowly stabilized his position.

One blow of strength, then decline, three and exhaustion.

The true qi in his body was rapidly consumed, and Gao Sheng's heart kept sinking.

On the high platform, after seeing Feng Feiyang's performance, Master Feng breathed a sigh of relief.

Gao Yixian looked over, and Master Feng said, "Let the senior Gao see and laugh." ”

Gao Yixian shook his head and said, "What am I laughing at you, laughing at you for all kinds of calculations, just to plan a future for your children? Rules and human feelings are often in conflict with each other. Whatever choice one makes, it's understandable. ”

"But understanding does not mean approval and acceptance, I will tell Senior Nephew Li about this matter, as for what he will do, it is not for the old man to interfere. ”

When Master Feng heard this, he couldn't help but clench his fists, as long as he could exchange a future for his son, no matter what kind of punishment it was, he would admit it.

At this time, a long sword flew out of the field, and with a "clang", it fell to the ground, causing everyone to exclaim.

The long sword in Gao Sheng's hand flew out of his hand, and he stepped forward, close to him.

Feng Feiyang wanted to retreat, but found that the two of them were too close to each other, and they couldn't close the distance at all.

Gao Sheng hugged Feng Feiyang, and then slammed it to the top of his knee.

It hurts, the egg hurts, it hurts a lot.

Feng Feiyang never expected that Gao Sheng would make such a bad move. Not to mention that he is just a third-grade martial artist, even if he is a Heavenly Rank Grandmaster, that indescribable place is still a vital point.

For the sake of victory, Gao Sheng is already desperate. The cost of failure was too heavy for him to bear.