"Yesterday's victors, stand forward!" the faint and majestic voice was not loud, but it clearly reached the ears of every disciple present.

In the crowd, the disciples who had won yesterday's game walked out one after another, stood under the ring, and looked up at the man in the green robe.

Li Mu also followed, standing behind a disciple who looked very unfamiliar. The fat man Bai Yuxuan stood a few steps in front of him, feeling his presence very keenly, turned around, and glanced at her with the eyes of a yin owl.

On the stage, the blue-robed man saw that all the twenty-six people who had been promoted had arrived, and said, "Today's competition is slightly different from the previous days. You and the other 26 people have the potential to compete for the top ten. Therefore, the rules of the competition are no longer one-on-one, the winner advances, and the loser is eliminated. In this round of competition, you and everyone else have two chances to compete, the loser of both games is eliminated directly, and the winner of both games is directly advanced to the top ten. One win and one defeat are to be determined, if there are less than 10 winners in the two games, then you will compete for the remaining positions. ”

"This bamboo stick is divided into 1 to 13, a total of two groups. Those who draw the same number are opponents of each other, and the number drawn is added to fourteen two opponents of each other, and the two people who draw seven play one game first, wait for the results of the rest of the two games, and then distribute. ”

"The rules of this martial arts meeting remain unchanged, and those who fall out of the ring will be judged to lose, and they can directly admit defeat, regardless of life or death. ”

The blue-robed man conjured up the wooden tube containing the bamboo sticks again, and said lightly: "Let's wait to draw lots." ”

Li Mu casually took out a bamboo stick, and a small "seven" appeared on it.

After a few moments, everyone drew lots and walked to the ring to which they belonged.

The man in the green robe jumped to the side and sat down on the terrace of the attic, and his own maid brought wine, tea, melons and fruits and other things, and waited on the side. He waved his hand slightly: "Let's start the competition!"

Li Mu jumped into the ring, and his opponent followed closely.

The opponent this time is still a strange face, but speaking of which, there are really not many people in this Xuanming faction who are not strangers to Li Mu.

The person on the opposite side was dressed as an ordinary innate disciple, with a gray robe and his hair pulled into a bun. Looking at his face, he was about forty years old, and his real age is unknown. After all, some of the people who have practiced the innate exercises have reached the age of eighty and look middle-aged.

This middle-aged man was holding a long sword similar to Li Mu's evil sword, looking very ordinary, and his face was extremely ordinary, and he was looking at Li Mu indifferently.

Li Mu has always been kind, and after a while, he first arched his hand and said, "This senior brother, can the competition start?"

The Taoist smiled at Li Mu and looked very polite: "Senior brother wants to start, then let's start." ”

Li Mu didn't dare to underestimate the enemy, so he pulled out the evil sword from behind his back, urged his body, and stabbed this person with a sword.

Li Mu's swordsmanship has always been fast and accurate, and he doesn't have to spare his true qi at all, every time he makes a move, he excites his true qi with all his might, so this seemingly ordinary blow is actually extremely fast. Everyone in the audience saw an afterimage flashing, and Li Mu's figure had already arrived in front of that person.

That person can go to this round of competition, how can he be an ordinary person. He saw that Li Mu was attacking very quickly, but there was not the slightest fear in his eyes. The long sword held in this person's right hand suddenly came out of its sheath, and with a soft sound of "Zheng", it met Li Mu's sword.

Then he did not retreat, but advanced, used his sword technique, and attacked Li Mu.

The swordsmanship of the middle-aged Taoist was like rain, constantly attacking, and for a while, he was so powerless that he could only retreat while parrying.

Moreover, there was a strange and extremely vibrating force on this person's sword, and Li Mu's sword intersected with it, and he could clearly feel this vibrating force coming from the sword, shaking his right hand numbly. The more time passed, the power of this vibration was gradually strengthening, but fortunately, Li Muzhen's qi continued to input into his right hand, and the impact of this vibration force was largely removed.

That Dao man didn't seem to plan to use any killer moves, but just wanted to slowly break through Li Mu's defense line through this strange sword technique. His pace was steady, his swordsmanship was as dense as rain, and his offensive was extremely fast, Li Mu could only parry around the field and retreat at the same time.

Moreover, this middle-aged man should be an old qualified disciple who has been in the business for many years, and his true qi is subtle but not revealed, and he is extremely strong, and he seems to be not afraid of fighting a protracted battle with Li Mu.

People say that martial arts tricks, after practicing to the highest level, there is no gorgeous appearance, but it is mediocre, and after returning to the basics, it can give full play to the maximum power of a martial art. This is the case with the sword technique in this person's hand, he focuses on the attack speed, although the sword technique is slightly less powerful, but the kind of vibration power entrained in the sword makes up for this very well. Under this kind of offensive, Li Mu was powerless to fight back for a while.

But fortunately, this Taoist is good at what he is good at. In terms of the speed of swordsmanship and body technique, he who cultivated the stinging bee sword technique and the wind-chasing step to the realm of Dacheng, although he was passive for a while, he slowly pulled the situation back to a draw.

The two of them moved around the stage, fighting happily, as if they were verifying each other's body skills and swordsmanship, and the speed of the two became faster and faster, and soon turned into two afterimages, dancing back and forth on the ring.

In the battle between the two, sword qi occasionally escaped, hitting the floor of the wooden ring, making a muffled sound.

Offstage, the eyes of the spectators stared at the battle between the two without blinking, although for many people, they couldn't see the figures of the two at all, and some people began to discuss.

"Who is that young man, who can even fight the madman?"

"I know him, he also defeated the Golden Knife Liu Lao Er yesterday!"

"It turned out to be him!"

"Do any of you know him, but do you know his name?"

"I don't know. ”

"I don't know. ”

As a result, after some discussion, no one knew Li Mu's name, which added a lot of mystery to his hearts.

On the stage, the duel between Li Mu and this madman has reached a white-hot stage. And he also noticed that his opponent seemed to be getting more and more courageous, and his eyes gradually appeared red, and his breathing became much heavier.

After separating this person's sword, Li Mu took a few steps back, widened the distance, and looked at the person.

The middle-aged Daoist's hair bun was scattered in the battle just now, his hair was half black and half white, falling down, covering most of his face, and in the exposed eye, there was a seeping red light, like a beast out of control.

Seeing that Li Mu retreated and did not continue to fight with him, this person seemed to be furious, he roared, and rushed towards Li Mu again.

Li Muyi was not afraid, the horizontal sword met him, and the true qi surged out without restraint, blessing on the sword and feet.

But this time, the Daoist's attack was no longer as subtle, but suddenly changed his style, and he even danced the long sword wide open and closed, and used it as a knife.

Moreover, as soon as Li Mu raised his sword to block it, he found that the power coming from this person's sword was ten times greater than that of Fang Cai. He gave up the power he had gained in exchange for speed, and it was amazing.

Li Mu was slashed by a sword, and he was shocked a few zhang away, and his breath was calmed before he stood firm.

He felt a tightness in his chest, and under this blow, he almost vomited blood.

The middle-aged Taoist on the opposite side didn't give him a chance to breathe at all, and continued to move his steps and attack him.

The strange thing is that obviously every movement of this middle-aged man can be seen very clearly in Li Mu's eyes, which makes him feel extremely slow, but in the face of the long sword slashed by the middle-aged man, he has a feeling that there is no way to avoid it. It seems that the world in front of him is full of the sword shadow of this person, and no matter where he avoids, he will be slashed by it.

The true qi in Li Mu's body gushed out without reservation, and extremely quickly stacked a shield-like light shield on his long sword, this light shield was all composed of Li Mu's true qi, exuding a five-colored Xuanguang, which looked very beautiful. Every moment, the true qi in this light shield was flowing into the air, but it was quickly replenished by the true qi gushing out by Li Mu, maintaining the integrity of the body.

A sword of the Daoist slashed at it, and although it was quite powerful, it still failed to break through the defense of this layer of light shield. Li Mu's feet were also infused with true qi, allowing him to stand firmly on the stage, not shaken away by the huge power coming from his hands.

The Taoist screamed wildly, not at all like the indifferent appearance when he first came to the stage, he looked extremely violent, he raised the sword in his hand, and slashed towards Li Mu one after another, but he couldn't break through Li Mu's shield defense at all, he was just doing useless work.

But he seemed to have completely lost his mind, and he didn't know how to bypass Li Mu's front and attack Li Mu from the side, but continued to increase his strength, releasing more true qi, and frantically wanted to break Li Mu's light shield.

Li Mu frowned, still being attacked by the Daoist, the true qi in his body was very full, and it was continuously injected into the light shield in his hand, and he would not suffer any damage at all.

If this situation continues, it won't be long before the Daoist will lose the power to resist because of the depletion of his true qi, so he is not in a hurry, he just stands firm silently, maintaining the shield of his true qi on the sword.

Among the people watching the battle, there was a humanitarian: "The crazy man lost." ”

"Yes, since the mad sword of the mad Daoist can't break through this young man's defenses, then his end is doomed. ”

"In this way, this person will win one more game, and he will not be far from the top 10 position. ”

"I really don't know where he came from, unlike that Xue Chucai, who relied on the power of the spirit rune magic weapon, and relied on his own strength alone, he came to this point. ”

An old congenital disciple sighed: "The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves." The tone was embarrassing.

On the stage, the figures of the two were still standing. The madman slashed at Li Mu's shield one after another, but it didn't have any effect at all.

After such a cup of tea, the middle-aged Taoist's true qi seemed to have reached the extreme, and he was no longer able to cut it down.

Li Mu, who was standing opposite him, saw the red glow in his eyes suddenly reced, and then he seemed to be exhausted and fell to the ground softly.

Li Mu put away his long sword, looked at the mad Taoist who had passed out, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.