Under the stage, Wu Zongming turned his head to Ye Chen and said, "Ye Chen, you have to be careful when you meet Senior Brother Feng, his lightness kung fu is more than that."
"I know, don't worry." Among the people present, Ye Chen could see clearly better than anyone else, but in terms of light work, he really didn't need to be afraid of the other party.
In the seventh round, Wu Zongming, Zhang Haoran, and Huang Bingwen all lost. Wu Zongming and Huang Bingwen lost because of their limited strength. mad.
Ghost Sword Li Kuang is worthy of the title of Ghost Sword, Zhang Haoran was defeated with only one strike.
Seriously speaking, the difference in strength between the two is not that big. After all, Zhang Haoran is a genius that can be counted in the entire Liuyun Sect. It is impossible to be easily defeated with one move, but he can only be blamed for his bad luck. Fa is famous for being unpredictable. As long as his strength is slightly inferior, it is difficult to get a sword. That sword is like a nightmare. There is no way to stop it, as if he has leaned on the edge of the sword.
Zhang Haoran, who lost the game, stared at the ghost sword Li Kuang, he couldn't imagine that he couldn't even block a sword.
Ghost Sword Li Kuang turned around and said calmly as he walked down the stage: "Practice for another year."
"Under the core disciples, senior brother Li Kuang is definitely the number one swordsman."
"When I think about it now, I feel that the sword is too terrifying. The eyes can't keep up, the perception can't keep up, and even the intuition can't keep up. It's obviously fast, but it gives people the illusion of being very slow. If it were my words , I am afraid that I will go crazy immediately."
"Senior Brother Li Kuang is amazing, but look over there." An inner disciple pointed to a set of platforms on which two people were starting to fight.
Others talked about it.
"Among the top ten disciples of the inner sect, Dong Haohua, the ninth-ranked 'Double Spear' Senior Brother Dong, who is his opponent? I have never seen him before."
"Me too."
"It seems to have popped up suddenly. Is there such a person among the inner disciples?"
on a set of platforms.
The grim young man put no expression on his face, put his right hand on the hilt of his sword, drew it out, and slashed.
Chi!
Six beams of sword light drifted across, covering Dong Haohua's entire body.
Dong Haohua smiled confidently, swung his five-foot-long spears left and right, the diffuse shadows of the guns easily shattered the sword light, and blasted towards the opponent.
Suddenly.
Dong Haohua was stunned on the spot, looking down, the clothes on his chest were torn at some point, and faint blood oozes out.
"I lost! What's your name." Dong Haohua knew that if the other party hadn't shown mercy, this sword would have killed him, but he didn't understand how he could still be hit by the move after clearly smashing the six shadows of the sword. What the hell.
"Li Yun!"
After dropping two words, the grim young man stepped down from the stage.
"It's unbelievable to defeat Dong Haohua, the ninth-ranked Senior Brother Dong, with one sword! When did such a terrifying figure appear among the inner disciples?"
"Even Senior Brother Dong was defeated by a sword. This Li Yun can probably compete with Senior Brother Li Kuang. I don't know whose swordsmanship is better."
Not far away, Ghost Sword Li Kuang narrowed his eyes, staring at Li Yun's back.
Now that the competition has progressed, one of the top ten disciples of the inner sect has finally been defeated. Many people with insufficient strength have no hope for themselves, but they hope to see the second and third.
One wave of ups and downs and another wave of ups and downs.
On the platform of the eight groups, another person defeated the tenth-ranked 'Iron Leg' Seinfeld among the top ten disciples of the inner sect.
Although Iron Legs Seinfeld is only ranked tenth, but that is the reason why his fighting style is too tough.
And his opponent is also majoring in legwork, and he only used three legs. The first kick scattered the shadow of Seinfeld's legs, the second kick shattered the opponent's protective qi, and the third kick lightly touched Seinfeld. On his chest, a footprint was stepped on, and it was natural.
If only this is the case, it will not cause a sensation. The inner disciple who defeated Seinfeld is called Tie Feng. He is 19 years old this year. He is the oldest group among the inner disciples of the Liuyun Sect. It is recognized that he is more than diligent and has mediocre talent. , but this time watching his battle, it gave people a kind of master's demeanor, the whole person changed from the inside to the outside, like a moth turning into a butterfly, turning the world upside down.
"This kid is a late bloomer!"
At the elders' table, some elders expressed emotion.
Several elders next to him nodded repeatedly, "Diligence can make up for one's weakness, and with extreme diligence, one can comprehend things that many people can't comprehend. This child can be cultivated emphatically."
"Hehe, it's not that I haven't seen late blooming disciples in the past, but this time it's more shocking than ever before, it's like a completely new body."
Wu Zongming asked Ye Chen, "Ye Chen, what do you see? Why do I think those three legs are very ordinary, but it's strange that Senior Brother Song Fei couldn't stop them."
Ye Chen let out a breath slowly, "That's momentum!"
"Potential?" Wu Zongming was puzzled.
Ye Chen explained: "The so-called momentum is very mysterious and can't be expressed in words. If you simply understand it, it means that he has sensed the general trend of the world and initially integrated this momentum into his legwork, so at first glance, it looks ordinary. But it is unstoppable, after all, before the general trend of the world, the manpower is too small."
Wu Zongming seems to understand but not understand.
In the later stage of the game, the higher the score, the lower the score.
So far, Ye Chen has 18 points, tied for first place with Feng Zhongfei and Feng Ping.
Finally, the game reached the last round, the tenth round.
"First round, number zero vs. number twenty-eight!"
The voice of the deacon who drew lots fell, and the inner disciples on Ye Chen's side became excited. In the first nine rounds, they had seen that Ye Chen was very good. After all, in the ten groups, very few could win nine games in a row, except for the eight seeded players. Besides, there are only a few others. Originally, if Ye Chen hadn't met Feng Ping, he might have won ten games in a row, tied for first place with Feng Ping and entered the finals, but now it might be impossible.
Amid everyone's disapproval, Ye Chen walked onto the stage.
On the opposite side, Feng Ping said casually: "Your strength is pretty good."
"You're fine too."
What Ye Chen said made others dumbfounded. Brother Feng Ping's strength is only good, what are you kidding? People can't be so arrogant!
"Hehe, it's not good to be too arrogant, let me test your bottom line!" Feng Ping recognized Ye Chen's strength, but he didn't think the other party could beat him. into the wind.
Ye Chen remained calm, and slapped his fist to the left. The strength of the fist and the strength of the finger touched together, making a terrifying crackling sound.
But then, Feng Ping's attack became more violent. Finger lights shrouded Ye Chen from all directions, hissing, but he still didn't show himself.
"In terms of lightness skills, I've never been afraid of anyone!" While speaking, Ye Chen's figure also disappeared, and his fingers smashed the table into a hornet's nest.
Pop, bang, chi!
On the stage, only fist shadows and finger lights could be seen clashing, and because of the speed and weirdness of their figures, only a few phantoms could be seen.
"It's so fucking weird. No matter how we look at it, we can't imagine that Ye Chen is so powerful. He obviously hides his strength in front of him." Someone couldn't help but say.
"Senior Brother Feng Ping must not be serious!"