Although Leng Qingqiu had already walked off the test platform, everyone was still stunned for a long time, and it took a long time to react. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Fei Yuan Zhenjun's majestic voice came again: "In the third group, No. 2 Huafeng fights No. 4 Li Zhen. ”

I saw Hua Feng, dressed in a flower robe, holding a folding fan, flying lightly to the test table, with an evil smile on the corner of his mouth, and his long black hair added three points of evil to him.

Similarly, Li Zhen performed the flying technique of the imperial sword, and quickly came to the test platform, Li Zhen, who was dressed in blue, with a three-foot long sword, burst out with a powerful sword momentum all over his body.

Su Xuan could keenly feel the sword momentum on his body.

Li Zhen's eyes shot out a majestic battle intent, Li Zhen hugged his fists towards Huafeng and said, "Under Li Zhen, please." “

The corner of Hua Feng's mouth said lightly with a hint of evil smile: "Under Hua Feng, please." “

After saying that, the folding fan in Hua Feng's hand rotated, and shot a three-inch flying sword towards Li Zhen powerfully, only to hear the sound of the flying sword breaking through the air.

Li Zhen's eyes stared at the flying sword tightly, the three-foot long sword in his hand flashed in an incomprehensible trajectory, and all the three-inch flying swords were shot down when "pop pap".

Hua Feng immediately bullied his body, the folding fan and the long sword continued to collide, and the sound of gold and iron resonating was heard, and there was a loud bang, and the two of them retreated dozens of meters sharply.

Li Zhen seized the opportunity, stepped on the wonderful footwork, jumped with a jump, and took the opportunity to kill Huafeng.

"Purple Thunder Sword Technique, Purple Thunder Present," Li Zhen burst out.

There was a thunderbolt flashing on the three-foot long sword, and the long sword slashed fiercely towards Hua Feng with strength.

Hua Feng's folding fan in his hand was folded like lightning, barely blocking a blow, and he retreated dozens of steps before he could barely stabilize his figure.

I saw a strange light flashing in Hua Feng's eyes, looking at Li Zhen evilly, and suddenly his figure seemed to turn into a mist, which made people wonder through.

Li Zhen held the long sword tightly with both hands, and looked around cautiously, when suddenly, there was a slight vibration in the air, and a three-inch long sword shot out.

Li Zhen was caught off guard, and in a panic, the long sword collided with the three-inch flying sword, stabbing and sparking loud sparks.

Without waiting for Li Zhen to react, Hua Feng's figure appeared, and the folding fan shot out a powerful three-inch flying sword again.

Li Zhen didn't have time to dodge, the flying sword penetrated Li Zhen's chest strongly, his body quickly retreated, and with a poof, Li Zhen spit out a mouthful of black blood.

Li Zhen opened his mouth wide, looked at Hua Feng in disbelief and said in horror: "You, this sword is poisonous." "Let's say that the poisonous gas attacks the heart, and the qi and blood are disordered. Spit out a mouthful of blood again.

I saw Hua Feng take out a jade-colored porcelain bottle from his arms, and looked at Li Zhen on the ground a little seriously: "This is the antidote."

With that, the whole person turned into a fog again and disappeared quickly.

Li Zhen hugged his fist in the direction where the flower wind disappeared, and after taking the antidote, he immediately flew towards the audience.

"The third group of Hua Fengsheng," Fei Yuan Zhenjun's majestic voice spread throughout the martial arts arena.

"In the fourth group, No. 9 Mu Feiyang vs. No. 10 Ouyang Huo. Fei Yuan Zhenjun's voice with strong mana came again.

Mu Feiyang held a cyan short sword, dressed in green clothes, his eyes revealed a bit of heroism, and the green light flashed on his feet, and he quickly came to the test table.

was looking at Su Xuan on the stage, and suddenly felt a killing intent attacking him, and looking at the killing intent, it was the gray-clothed man staring at him.

The gray-clothed man slowly walked to the stage, Su Xuan's body was stunned, "I didn't expect this person to be that Ouyang Huo, I must be careful of this person," Su Xuan thought in his heart.

Before Mu Feiyang could speak, "Okay, let's start fighting," Ouyang Huo's somewhat impatient voice came.

His cultivation has reached the eighth layer of condensation qi, if it weren't for this Heavenly Sword Immortal Realm, he would have been able to enter the inner gate two years ago, and naturally he couldn't look down on Mu Feiyang, who only had five layers of condensation qi.

"Then it's offended," Mu Feiyang said symbolically.

Immediately, the short sword in his hand burst out with green mang, and the green mangs on his feet flashed, stabbing fiercely towards Ouyang Huo.

I saw Ouyang Huo, who was dressed in gray robes, standing quietly, not exuding any momentum all over his body, and at the moment when the short sword was about to touch him, suddenly two fingers pinched the short sword, no matter how the short sword struggled, he could no longer move forward.

With a "snap," the short sword was shaken away, and the violent force of the shock made Mu Feiyang's figure continue to retreat.

Mu Feiyang's mouth opened wide, and he looked at Ouyang Huo incredulously, dressed in a gray robe, without showing a trace of emotion.

Mu Feiyang immediately burst out with a strong green glow, and immediately used his strongest style, and shouted in his mouth: "Mu Yi Sword Technique, the third type of sword death." “

I saw that the green light of the short sword was even more brilliant, the short sword groaned softly, and some of the low voices were extremely harsh, making people feel very uncomfortable.

With a majestic momentum, the short sword slashed at Ouyang Huo fiercely.

Ouyang Huo's eyes shone brightly, and he looked at the short sword with some interest, as if he had just begun to get serious at this moment.

"Whoosh" took out a black stick from the ring, and the momentum spread, and everyone only felt as if there was a big mountain in front of them.

The black light flashed, and the short sword was shaken away by the powerful power of the black stick, and with a sound of "poof," Mu Feiyang spat out a mouthful of blood, and got up from the ground with some difficulty.

Ouyang Huo looked at Mu Feiyang quietly and said lightly: "Give up," you are not my opponent.

Mu Feiyang then hugged his fists a little embarrassed and said, "Thank you for your mercy." Then he walked to the stage with some resignation.

Ouyang Huo immediately turned into a gray shadow and disappeared.

"Ouyang Huosheng in this group, No. 5 Su Xuan in the fifth group vs. No. 6 Qin Wudao," Feiyuan Zhenjun's voice came slowly.

Su Xuan performed a thunderous step, the thunder flashed under his feet, and he came to the competition table in an instant.

Seeing that the person who was fighting against him was the fat man who attacked him, how could Su Xuan not be angry.

The fat on the fat man's face trembled, and people couldn't help but feel good, only to see that the fat man snorted, looked at Su Xuan with a smile and said, "Brother Tai, you and I are really fateful, we meet again." “

Su Xuan's face showed disgust, and then he summoned a black dragon slaying sword embryo, pointed straight at the fat man, gritted his teeth and said, "Dead fat man, don't talk nonsense, if you don't fight, you will roll down for the little master." “

The fat man didn't get angry, but smiled and said: "Brother Tai, you and I have already had a battle before, and it must be difficult to distinguish the winner from the loser, so it's better to do this, how about our three moves to determine the winner, you and I only make three moves." “

Su Xuan's eyes flashed, he looked at the fat man quietly, and said in a slight mutter: "Okay, the young master also wants to preserve his strength, and the winner will be determined by three moves!"

Immediately, a majestic momentum erupted on his body, the basic sword technique was five in one, and the sword momentum on his body came with bursts of energy, and his thunderous step figure quickly swept towards the fat man.

I saw the fat man holding the big knife with both hands: "His eyes stared at Su Xuan, who was rushing over, and shouted angrily: "The three styles of the sword, the first type of sword appears." “

The momentum on the fat man's body rolled up Dao Dao energy, and the sharp edge flashed on the big knife, slashing fiercely at Su Xuan, who was like a rainbow.

With a bang, there was a loud noise, and the figures of the two retreated sharply, and Su Xuan only felt that his tiger's mouth was about to crack.

Su Xuan's eyes looked at the fat man coldly, and the black shadow sword technique kept flashing in his mind.

Immediately, a powerful killing intent erupted on his body, and the color of the dragon slaying sword embryo seemed to be even darker, and his black hair was windless.

The Dragon Slaying Sword continued to flash with black brilliance, as if it was full of flaws, but there was a killing intent hidden everywhere.

I saw that the fat man's face was trembling, and his whole body seemed to have infinite strength, "The knife is three styles, and the second type of sword is dancing," the fat man shouted angrily again.

It was so big that it seemed to be crazy, it kept spinning, bursting out with a dazzling sword, and went straight towards Su Xuan's murderous dragon slaying sword.

The two collided with each other with a "boom", producing a strong storm of energy, blurring everyone's vision.

After the storm disappeared, I saw the fat man landing on the ground with a single knife, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, and then he hugged his fist to Su Xuan and said: "Brother Tai Xiuwei is really good, now that I have been injured internally, there is no need to compare this third style, so I will take the initiative to admit defeat." ”

Then he walked towards the stage.

Although he won, Su Xuan didn't have the so-called joy, he felt that the fat man's strength was far from what he saw, although his knife did not hurt him, but cut off a handful of his long hair・・・・・・・・