"It's too strong, it's really too strong, even Senior Brother Feng Ping can't get away with it."
"Although senior brother Feng Ping lost to Ye Chen, his lightness kung fu is one of the best among the disciples in the inner sect, but he couldn't dodge senior brother Meng Chong's knife. The difference cannot be measured in terms of Tao."
"Senior Brother Mengchong this year is even scarier than last year."
Hearing everyone's discussion, Ye Chen frowned slightly. The Xueying Dao Meng Chong is indeed very powerful. His saber technique is very simple, that is, fast, accurate, and ruthless. There is nothing fancy about it, but in his hands, he performed brilliantly. The power of ghosts and Yi.
In a confrontation with it, if the skills are not high enough to a certain level, then you must not play skills, otherwise you will die miserably.
The moment Meng Chong stepped down from the stage, the dozen or so people who were qualified to compete for the top ten disciples of the inner sect all looked at him with fear.
Yi Qing, a skinny iron fan, smiled wryly, "I thought I could catch up with him this year, but it seems that I've been thrown farther and farther away."
Next to him, Sein Fei asked in surprise, "Yi Qing, did you rank second last time?"
"What's the use of the second one? The gap is too big. He has already reached the top level of core disciples."
"The core disciples are at the top." Song Fei took a deep breath. He knew very well how perverted the top-ranked core disciples were. People, who can defeat themselves with just one move, not to mention the top-ranked core disciples, are simply perverted perverts.
In the fourth round, it was Ye Chen's turn, and his opponent was Yang Lie.
As soon as he came to the stage, Yang Lie stepped back far away, trying to distance himself from Ye Chen, for fear that the other party would suddenly disappear before his eyes.
Ye Chen shook his head and smiled wryly, standing still.
When the equal distance reached 30 steps, Yang Lie just stopped retreating, and with both hands holding the long knife, he slashed three times towards Ye Chen's position.
The body moved slightly, cleverly dodging the knife light, Ye Chen stomped the ground with his feet, and released his dark energy.
"burst!"
boom!
The platform under Yang Lie's feet exploded, his body was thrown high, and he fell to the bottom of the stage in the air.
This was beyond everyone's expectations. They thought Ye Chen would beat the opponent with speed, but they didn't expect this scene to happen.
The fifth round was Zhang Haoran. Although he lost to Ghost Sword Li Kuang, his strength was still very strong. He defeated his opponent in less than ten moves and gained two points.
The next sixth, seventh, and eighth games were all without any suspense, they were pure abuse, and it was meaningless to watch.
"Ninth match, Pei Shaoqing vs Tie Feng."
hum!
The lottery deacon's voice fell, and the field finally boiled.
Pei Shaoqing, who was ranked above Ghost Sword Li Kuang last year, has a friendly attitude and looks easy to get along with. Only those who know him know that if he doesn't do anything, he will act like a demon. He is very ferocious, even Li Kuang I am very afraid of my friend.
Tie Feng, a representative of late bloomers, defeated Seinfeld, who is famous for his legwork, with three legs. He has the demeanor of a master and is as stable as a mountain.
The two can say that the tip of the needle is against Maimang. If they don't fight, they really don't know who is stronger and who is weaker.
"Tie Feng, you have to show mercy later!" Pei Shaoqing smiled.
Tie Feng said honestly: "Okay!"
I don't know why, seeing Tie Feng's expression, everyone wants to laugh, a knowing smile, this person is not annoying at all, only admire him, admire his hard work, admire his perseverance, and even more admire his It seems simple and honest, but also like the bearing of a master.
Hearing this, Pei Shaoqing's smile restrained, and his heart tightened up. His intuition told him that Tie Feng was not easy to deal with, very difficult to deal with, and if he wanted to win, he had to show 12 points of strength.
Unknowingly, Pei Shaoqing's palm was painted cyan, like a demon, he shouted loudly, leaped towards Tie Feng, and slapped him head-on.
Ohh Ohh ohh!
The air was torn apart, and there was a shrill sound like ghosts crying and wolves howling. Some inner disciples nearby turned pale and terrified.
Tie Feng's expression is still so silly, but when he moves, everyone will know that silly people are difficult to deal with, and the oppression of momentum is useless to him.
Turning his body slightly, raising his right foot, with two simple movements, Tie Feng's aura changed, and a surging momentum gathered and merged into his body.
"broken!"
With a kick, Pei Shaoqing's palm strength melted and disintegrated, and he had to stop his charge due to the huge impact force. However, as the top ten disciples of the previous inner sect, Pei Shaoqing naturally still had the strength to move around. Tie Feng turned around half a circle, and suddenly launched a second wave of attacks.
"Monsters appear all over the mountains and plains!"
Woooooooo... , Hohoho...
The purple palm wind seemed to be overwhelming like a dark cloud, covering Tiefeng, and if someone else was inside, I'm afraid my mind would be broken before the fight started.
"Now Tie Feng is in danger!"
"Brother Pei Shaoqing is not Song Fei after all, how can he be so easy to deal with."
"I don't know how many tricks Tie Feng can survive?"
Ye Chen had a different opinion from the others. After Tie Feng finished his first kick, the momentum had already gathered, and it was Pei Shaoqing who was in danger.
as expected.
Facing the purple-green palm wind that filled the sky, Tie Feng pressed his tongue to his chin, and opened his mouth to let out a loud shout.
The sound of drinking was like thunder, shaking the air like water waves, rolling and swaying.
"One leg moves the wind and clouds, sweeping the world."
Standing in the center of the platform, Tie Feng's imposing manner was infinitely high, and he was kicking out with one leg.
This leg moved the general momentum, causing a strong wind to descend on the Martial Arts Square, and with the majestic strength of the leg, it met the purple blue palm wind.
Crackling!
It was as if there was a thunderous sound, and the whole platform was surging with wind and clouds, and people could not look directly at it.
next moment!
A figure flew upside down, spitting out a mouthful of blood in the air.
It's Pei Shaoqing!
"Unbelievable, Tie Feng won."
"Did you see how many legs Tie Feng gave out just now?"
"It seems to have five legs, and it seems to have nine legs!"
"However, all I see are the shadows of legs."
Ye Chen smiled lightly, this Tie Feng is very strong, and there are really few people who can beat him. From the current point of view, only the Blood Shadow Saber Meng Chong has overwhelming strength. Of course, in the duel between warriors, everything is It may happen, but the person with high strength does not necessarily win.
All the elders at the elders' table looked at each other and smiled. Tie Feng, who was a late bloomer, was even more outstanding than they imagined. The move just now was really wonderful.
When the strong wind subsided, Tie Feng on the stage smiled honestly and stepped off the stage steadily.
In this regard, everyone can only be silent, wondering whether the other party is really simple and honest, or fake simple and honest.
Next, the game continued.
Without the strong confrontation before, the next few games will be won by an overwhelming advantage, without a trace of suspense.
However, in the last match of the first round, Yi Qing, the iron fan, made everyone pleasing to the eye. He swung out countless fan shadows like dancing butterflies, like a dream. How could his opponent dare to fight? throw in the towel.