The winner was divided in the ring, and the little fat man Huang Wenkai fell into the ring and lost, although he missed the next round, his performance also entered the sight of the high-level of the Sword Sect, and he will definitely have a good future in the future. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Drunk Xiaoyao won the victory, but he stood on the stage for a long time and pondered silently, as if he was thinking about the battle just now, which is also a unique habit of Drunk Xiaoyao, after the battle, he will think about the shortcomings in the previous battle, and make up for it in the future.

Of course, he couldn't stand on the stage all the time, and soon the second round ended, and the third round of the ring battle began, and the disciples of the Sword Sect showed their strength in this inner door competition, striving for a better ranking and more sect resources.

After a few hours, it was finally time for Han Zaixin's competition, and the sixth round began, Han Zaixin's number plate was five hundred and forty, and the last one in the ring was number forty-four.

Walking slowly, Han Zaixin walked out directly like an ordinary person, but he was only six feet tall, but after taking one step, the distance between his feet was dozens of feet. In one step, he crossed the long distance between himself and Ring 44.

"Is this shrinking into inches?" exclaimed a disciple.

"What a mysterious body technique!Sword Qi ...... Look at the soles of his feet just now!" The disciple standing on the edge of the ring noticed the sword light that flashed at the bottom of his feet the moment Han Zaixin came to the stage!

"Good boy, haha......" The faint red light on Drunken Changfeng's body swirled, but he didn't care in the slightest, and laughed out loud.

The last time he was on the shore of Blackwater City, he had already noticed the strange steps used by Han Zaixin, and it flashed out directly as if he was teleporting! Although such a distance was still at hand in the eyes of the powerhouses of the Void Martial Realm, it already had the demeanor of everyone.

Now I actually saw Han Zaixin go further, his body seemed more calm, and his body was as calm as a mountain in one step, but the distance under his feet was as if it was directly condensed, and one step out was such a distance.

"Sword cultivation can explode sword qi, but such a subtle manipulation of sword qi is obviously not something that a small junior in the spirit martial realm can control, at least it needs to be in the late stage of the true martial realm to use it freely, but in a short distance like that realm, the speed of the sword light is almost the same as its own speed!

The elders of the Sword Sect were all great masters in the cultivation world, so they naturally understood the pros and cons of such a pace.

"This kind of pace can only be cultivated by a monk who can control every trace of his sword qi in the Lingwu realm, but such a talented person is so rare!"

After sighing, everyone didn't care about the pace created by a small Lingwu realm disciple, and they all paid attention to the battle in the ring again.

But who would have thought that he could create such a step in the Lingwu realm, so why couldn't he make the speed of the sword light skyrocket in the Zhenwu realm again?

"It's Senior Brother Han! This is a strong man on a par with Senior Brother Drunken Yao! How can I be so lucky!"

Seeing Han Zaixin take a step and appear directly in the ring on the forty-fourth, a young man in a green shirt suddenly turned gray, he was not the little fat man Huang Wenkai with magical swordsmanship cultivation, just an ordinary inner disciple!

Immediately, he had an urge to directly abstain, but the Sword Sect disciple would rather not bend, and there was a sense of arrogance in his heart, so this thought was directly suppressed by him as soon as it arose.

"Sword Sect disciple Mingming, please advise Senior Brother Han!" The young man in the green shirt jumped three feet high directly from under the ring, and landed in the ring like a swift, carrying a long sword and facing like jade. is also a beautiful young man, there are almost no crooked melons and cracked dates among the disciples of the Sword Sect, all of them are handsome, and Han Zaixin is ugly if he looks so delicate!

"Senior Brother Ming, let's just learn from each other and teach each other!" Han Zaixin's long sword was also behind his back, and the lake-green sword spike gently stroked his shoulder, and his voice was clear.

"Then the little brother is rude!" The long sword was directly drawn out and catapulted into his hand, Ming Ming held the sword flower in his hand, a thrust, his footsteps were fast, and he stepped directly on the ring, the earth seemed to tremble, and he rushed towards Han Zaixin.

"Senior brother, be careful!" Han Zaixin's spine trembled directly like a big dragon, and then the long sword that was close to his back jumped up directly with the scabbard, and his right hand was slightly raised, directly grasping the long sword with the scabbard in his hand, and then slashing forward.

The long sword with a scabbard smashed the air in front of him, whining, and suddenly a black shadow slashed towards Ming Ming on the opposite side, and the air was driven, forming a storm-like sword qi, slightly stinging the bare skin around the young man in green shirts.

"Is this the strength of Senior Brother Han?" Ming Ming thought in his heart, and before he could get closer, he had already felt the cold breath in the air in front of him that made his hair stand on end.

The long sword shook, and suddenly a clear sword roar directly shook the air, and then a ripple bloomed in the direction in front of him, and suddenly forced the wind blades in front of him directly out of the void.

Under the shock ripples, Han Zaixin's sword qi had nowhere to hide, and suddenly he saw dozens of sword qi in the air like a swirling plum blossom, advancing forward, and the ripples rippled like a reef in the water.

"One sword shocks five plums, this is a swordsmanship that can only be issued casually when the three swallows of the Xuanji have practiced to a high depth!" A fat old man among the elders above looked at the cold face Qianxue with a pale and red face.

"Yes, this is the second meaning of the Xuanji Three Swallows, the sword light is differentiated, although it is only a sword qi, but it is turned into the number of five or five plum blossoms, if you can't shatter these twenty-five plum blossom petals at the same time, then you will definitely not be able to eliminate this sword qi!" Qian Xue's face turned pale, and she said the mystery of this one.

"This kid has such a high kendo talent! He used to fight against my great-grandson, and he used the Tianmen swordsmanship to practice the Tongtian One Sword! I didn't expect him to also practice the Xuanji Three Yanzhan to such a realm!" Drunk Changfeng was also embarrassed.

"It's just that such a genius doesn't mean rise, but also destruction! Don't be too happy, maybe you will be happy and sad!" said an old man with a thin body and even a full head of white hair that had fallen out nearly half, revealing his bare head and his eyes closed.

"Senior Brother Phantom Luck, but what's wrong?" Qing Xuanzi suddenly spoke up at this time and asked.

"A piece of blood and bones, a piece of flowers and trees, a thought of heaven, a thought of hell! This son's fate is unpredictable, and it cannot be said!" the thin old man said this, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, dyeing a coarse cloth shirt red, like a plum blossom. (To be continued.) )