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"Scared?... This competition is too fierce? What if the number of players can't be matched?"
"Hehe, don't worry about this. You can't find a pair. Later, there will be a melee, that is, several people will fight together."
"It's so intense..."
There was a sound of discussion from below, and as the bell rang, everyone was quiet, because the next thing to read is the list of the first battle. The instructor took it out of a box with the battle card written on it. A sign.
"The first battle Murong Yuaner vs. Ye Zhan."
"No! The first game was me?! Mother, do you really want to be the first to be beaten to the ground?" Ye Zhan couldn't help feeling depressed, and when he read his name, he jumped into the ring with his own long knife in his hand. .
At this time, a slender figure slowly walked onto the ring from another seat. Everyone was surprised by the beauty of this woman. Although the natural cold temperament had faded, the secretly wounded look had a different look. Fascinating beauty.
Ling Feng looked at the place where Murong Yuan'er got up just now. There was a middle-aged man sitting there. This man was exactly the arrogant Muronghu that year. The Yasi beside him was still so beautiful and so sexy that it was imaginative.
Ling Feng dismissed it, calmed down, and looked at Murong Yuan'er on the stage. Under her kind of trauma, she showed her mature side. The immature side of the year has disappeared, and there is a kind of grace and faintness. Luxurious.
Although Ye Zhan was a little depressed, when he entered the ring, that feeling completely disappeared, and some were just full of blood.
Murong Yuan'er used the Liuyue Sword from that year, and the thin sword popped from the girl's waist, and the end of the sword screamed.
With the ringing of a bell, the vitality of the two of them surged out, attached to the blade of the sword blade, and the battle was on the verge. Ye Zhan swung his sword on the ring with a sharp hand, and some of the weak blade energy was also shot. Out.
Murong Yuan'er was also welcoming. Seeing his unhappiness or slowness, he knew that there was a certain degree of mystery in it. Then looking at the movements in his hand, it formed a sword style with the sword like flowing water. When the two touched, there was a sound. The sound of swords and swords swayed across the field, and occasionally there was a ripple of energy.
This is all close combat, and now they have not used the only low cards. Knowing their strength, if they fail to hit with a relatively strong meta-skill, it will be equal to defeat.
Therefore, both sides want to use close combat to find each other’s weaknesses, and then knock them down to keep the strength to deal with the next opponent. After all, these games are played consecutively. If there is a re-qi pill, use the re-qi pill to fight. That's it, there is no absolute fairness, even more so in the battle of life and death.
After 30 tricks of parry, Ye Zhan, who had poor vitality and strength, had already experienced some vitality failures. After Murong Yuan'er strengthened some strength, he was directly collapsed on the ground. When he got up again, he was kicked heavily in the abdomen. The physical attack with vitality was also strong, and Ye Zhan flew out of the battlefield.
"This game, Murong Yuaner won." The instructor announced the winner of this game.
The second game was played by some other old disciples, so the fight was fierce, all of which were quick and quick decisions. Five games have been changed within an hour.
"In the sixth game, Han Yingying played against Wang Jie!"
Both sides are in the ring. Han Yingying’s opponent is a disciple who did not participate in the competition in the previous year. His strength is not weak. In the Yuanshi section, but for Han Yingying’s current Yuanshi four section, this is nothing, just If it is a protracted battle, the stronger ones will naturally have a great advantage.
"Young Sect Master, I've been offended." Wang Jie said with a fist to Han Yingying, and his hands were immediately tied.
"Oh? Did you plan to play a low hand from the beginning?" Han Yingying asked with some confusion when he saw the opponent's posture.
"Do I have a choice to deal with the Young Master? I don't want to wait another three years! No, it is six years." Wang Jie finished speaking, the seal in his hand was completed, and then he shouted: "Lion roar! Roar!! "
"Scared? It turned out to be a sonic elementary skill?" Han Yingying simply hit a sound barrier with both hands, but he was still a little slower. He was cut a few strands of hair by a few sonic waves, and his battle uniform also had a lot of knife cuts. Deep marks.
"It's very risky. If you go slower, you may lose to the opponent's hands." Han Yingying was also taken aback, knowing that if there is no armor in the end, these sound waves can directly reach the flesh, if it is cut. If he broke his throat, he was directly defeated, and he had to be rescued.
"It's still a step slower! Okay... Young Sect Master doesn't need to do it, I will admit defeat by myself." Wang Jie himself intends to hit it with all his strength. If this trick is useful, he will win. If it is useless, the vitality in his body It's also used up, and it's boring to get entangled any more.
Wang Jie stepped out of the ring and the announcement sounded. Han Yingying was a little helpless. For this kind of dreamy and low-status person, missing this opportunity is equivalent to missing the opportunity to stand up. You must know that you have become a core disciple. The training speed will be at least three to four times faster than that of ordinary people, and there will also be a chance to obtain the division-level elementary skills and techniques in the pavilion.
These are things that may change the fate of an ordinary person, but what else can be done in the face of the cruel reality? This continent respects the strong, and there is not much fairness to speak of. Behind the power, a person's strength will also become extremely small.
It took another half an hour, and the following games were almost over, and soon it was the last one. Undoubtedly, the last game of this junior game was Lingfeng vs. Yifeng.
As the instructor's voice sounded, Ling Feng and Yifeng both slowly walked onto the ring, their eyes staring at each other coldly. Ling Feng could feel the other party's Yin Qi getting heavier and he suddenly had an unknown premonition.
"Ling Feng, I have been waiting for you for a long time, and now I finally have a chance to fight you to the death. It doesn't matter whether you become a core disciple or not. I only want you to die and prove it to you. You are not the only genius in this world!"
Yifeng's cold voice sounded slowly, reaching Ling Feng's ears like ice thorns. Ling Feng's face changed slightly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at the changes in the opponent's body.
"Then it depends on your current strength." Ling Feng also replied. Since the two people on the field have been standing for a long time, the people off the field originally expected Ling Feng's strength to be full. The trouble became a little impatient.
"I have seen your speed, but my speed is not too slow!" Yifeng said, his figure flashed, and there was an afterimage behind him, and there was a sensation off the court. This is clearly the speed of the soul. !
"His speed is unexpected!" Ling Feng was also slightly startled, but he didn't waste any time. He kicked his feet, and the figure carrying the giant sword shot out like a meteor, with a few afterimages behind him.
The people off the court were stunned. This speed of Ling Feng had been confirmed in the incident three days ago, which is not surprising, and when this peak reached this point, no one knew at all.
The elders on the high platform and Han Batian were secretly surprised: "I didn't expect that our sect still has such a genius, and he hides so deeply!"
After a few close hand-to-hand combat, Yifeng and Ling Feng's speed are almost the same, but Ling Feng's moves are weird and effective. Therefore, whenever he wants to hit the opponent's vital body, he is actually blocked by the opponent's vitality shield. Down.
At this moment, the vitality shield, except for a few elder-level people, was only Ling Feng.
"Damn, the other party actually reached the original soul! This is incredible!" Ling Feng didn't believe that there would be such a thing. After all, how he got to the original soul was the clearest, except for the various physical conditions. Beyond that, how much you need to pay is not something you can get with sweat.
"Sect Master, Yifeng... He actually reached the strength of the soul!" Zhao Feng said tremblingly, because it was the first time he saw someone with such a terrifying talent. The battle between the two was under his soul power and changed. It's like slow motion, so you can clearly see the vitality shield that arises in that instant.
"This zong has also seen it. This young man is not easy. When did his strength grow, even I don't know, and his vitality has a cold feeling. The opponent should be the same fire attribute as Ling Feng... "Han Batian was also greatly surprised, thinking of the possibility of seeking a kind of cultivation, his expression became greedy.
"Sect Master meant..." Liu Feng also thought of something, looked at Han Batian, but did not finish.
"If it really is... it's only a matter of time before I leave the creation of the gods..."
A glimmer of greed flashed in Han Batian’s eyes, and the elders also saw some of these problems. Even though something like Yin Gang’s aura had disappeared from the mainland, for someone with outstanding talent like Han Batian , How could I not know.
Some other younger generations were stunned as they watched the battle in the field. They didn't know what was going on. Their faces were pale with fright. Some second-rate core disciples were also frightened by the battle and couldn't believe it.
"Ling Feng, are you only capable of these weird physical attacks? This won't break my vitality shield." After half an hour of melee, the two of them did not distinguish between upper and lower, even though Ling Feng's attack was fist and fist. In the middle, but the opponent has been taken down, and the vitality shield like an automatic defense made Lingfeng a little surprised.
"Then take my real attack." Ling Feng smiled slightly. After the two collided in the field, Ling Feng slapped the opponent's chest with a palm, and a thick vitality shield appeared immediately.
"Huntian Palm!"
With a low cry in Ling Feng's heart, the powerful vitality shot out immediately, and the opponent's figure immediately shot away and flew out to several tens of meters outside the field. However, it did not fall to the ground, but used vitality to stand up in the air. With.
"Unexpectedly, your strength has reached such a terrible level... It seems that it is no longer possible without using the vitality shield." A few void steps on the peak outside the field returned to the field, the cold voice just fell, the vitality above the body The shield is generated instantly!
"Wow!!... How could it be possible! Such a young soul appeared... Oh my God!"
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