And at the same time.
Yin Yifei and other three third-generation core true masters also returned to the high viewing platform that had been set up beside the martial arts arena.
The three of them greeted each other, along with twenty or thirty elders from the outer and inner sects of the Wenjian Sect, other three generations of masters, and elders from the laymen from the Wenjian Sect, and then sat on the high platform, waiting for the start of the game.
After half a stick of incense, another melodious and majestic bell rang in the martial arts arena.
The exciting five-house competition has finally officially begun.
Soon, on the most important announcement stone in the martial arts arena, a distribution map of the first round of battles was posted. The fifty seed players from the fifth academy will be divided into twenty-five pairs, and they will fight against each other for the first round. round of competition.
Li Lan, the strongest person from the Qingshan East Academy, faced off against a disciple from the Huangshan North Academy.
Li Lan's right-hand men, Ge Yin and Zhang Tianlun, faced off against the disciples from the purple-shirted south courtyard and the white-shirted middle courtyard respectively.
Several other disciples from the Qingshan East Campus also found their own opponents.
Ding Hao also saw his first opponent on the announcement stone -
Green Ten vs. Red Six!
Ding Hao's opponent was the sixth-ranked disciple from the Red Shirt West Academy.
At this time, the disciples of the Fifth Academy no longer have to wait in line. They have the right to move freely and can freely choose the number of games to watch to support their favorite seed players.
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Arena No. 36.
When Ding Hao walked up the stairs of the arena step by step, his opponent was already waiting impatiently in the center of the arena.
"Hahaha, I'm lucky. I actually met an opponent from the green-shirted East Campus, the weakest of the five colleges, and the tenth-ranked loser, haha!" The disciple in the red shirt from the West College burst out laughing when he saw Ding Hao. He stood up and shouted impatiently: "Hurry up, hurry up, don't waste time, I beat you, I have to prepare for the second round!"
This young man was as tall and thin as a bamboo pole. He had acne on his face and his eyes were higher than his head. He didn't take Ding Hao seriously at all.
Ding Hao's expression remained unchanged and he came to the middle of the ring.
An inner disciple who was responsible for monitoring the game came over and carefully checked the equipment of the two people. After finding no poisonous hidden weapons or other evil weapons, he explained some matters that needed attention and nodded to signal the start of the game.
"Hehe, boy, you are unlucky to meet me." The bamboo stick boy sneered, approaching step by step.
Ding Hao tied the rusty sword around his waist, indifferent, as calm as an abyss.
At this moment, under the ring, there was suddenly a wave of cheers and cheers louder than Ichiro's. The crowd was so loud that it was deafening.
"Brother Ding, come on!"
"Senior Brother Ding, knock him away with one sword!"
"Kill this arrogant red bamboo pole instantly!"
"Senior Brother Ding, we are all here to support you, come on, come on!"
"Senior Brother Ding must win! Must win!!"
The sound of cheering got louder and louder, and the crowds were loud and the formation was extremely amazing, which attracted the attention of many people around. Even many important figures on the high platform watching the ceremony in the distance noticed this scene and looked over from a distance.
"I didn't expect that your popularity is quite high, but it's a pity that it's useless. A competition is not about popularity. The outcome has to be determined by strength!"
The tall and thin bamboo pole in red shirt was also startled by the enthusiasm of the large number of disciples from the east courtyard in green shirt who gathered around the arena. He couldn't help but feel a trace of jealousy in his heart and approached with a sneer.
"If you're done talking nonsense, let's start the martial arts competition." Ding Hao said.
"You ... stinky boy, so anxious, then roll it down for Lao Tzu." The red shirt was furious, holding the scabbard in his right hand, a thumb bounced, and a bite, the long sword turned into a silver sè flowing light The package is shot out.
At the same time, he kicked his feet on the ground, bursting out with a terrifying energy, and rushed out like a leopard. His right hand flashed with lightning, he grabbed it in the air, and instantly grabbed the hilt of the sword. The sword and man merged into a flash of lightning.
Terrible swordsmanship!
Still on top of that cold young man Fang Tianyi.
As expected, the seeded players from various colleges are not easy to compete with.
The sword energy came towards him, and Ding Hao's long black hair flew wildly.
However, Ding Hao's face was extremely calm.
He entered the mountain without moving and waited until the tip of the sword was almost piercing his body. Then he turned slightly sideways in the flash of lightning and stepped out of the way of the sword. With his parallel fingers like a sword, he used the basic swordsmanship [Liao Yun] to strike.
A touch of light silver frost spread on Ding Hao's palm.
In an instant, a chilling air filled the arena.
The tall and thin man in red shirt could only feel the direction of his opponent's sword, and his ribs felt a faint pain, and his face changed drastically.
He never expected that a guy ranked tenth in Qingshan East Campus could calmly dodge his ultimate move [Chasing Lightning Palace Sword].
You must know that this move of yours, from drawing the sword to drawing the sword, is as fast as an instant. It is an extremely powerful killing move in the whole set of swordsmanship. However, you don't expect that your opponent can not only avoid it, but also counterattack with basic swordsmanship, skillfully and clumsily!
Ding Hao's black hair is like a waterfall, and his finger sword is covered with strange frost, like an ice sword.
The tall and thin man in red shirt felt a thump in his heart, knowing that he had met a master!
Whoosh! Whoosh! !
The long sword in his hand changed moves continuously, and a set of [Chasing Lightning Palace Sword] was used continuously.
The sword light was rolling, dazzling, and extremely dazzling. From the perspective of others, they could only see continuous silver light rolling in. The terrifying sword light completely enveloped Ding Hao in this terrifying sword light, drowning his figure. .
In the audience, this scene made many Qingshan East Campus disciples shut their mouths nervously.
Ding Hao still did not draw his sword.
He was not in a hurry, his palms were covered with silver ice, and he kept gently tapping the opponent's sword. His eyes were bright, and he was constantly observing and trying to figure out the opponent's sword technique.
The stage was filled with the crisp sound of swords clashing.
The sword with the tall and thin bamboo pole moved faster and faster, using all its strength.
He only felt that he had never used this set of [Electric Pursuit Zhonggong Sword] to such a full and vivid state. His whole body was completely absorbed in the swordsmanship. One move after another, he was almost at the point where he could do whatever he wanted. When I practice swordplay on weekdays, I am not in such a state.
Gradually, the tall and thin bamboo pole Song Feixiong was surprised to find that some of the sluggishness and flaws he encountered in this set of swordsmanship when he was practicing swordsmanship gradually disappeared, and the connection of swordsmanship and moves had almost reached a perfect state.
And everyone in the audience was dazzled.
"Haha, Senior Brother Sein Fei Xiong is really powerful. He is extremely proficient in a set of mid-level human-level [Chasing Lightning Palace Sword]. That disciple in the green-shirted east courtyard is about to be unable to hold on any longer!"
The red-shirted West Campus disciples who were watching were very proud.
"Nonsense, our senior brother Ding just let this bamboo pole go on purpose. So far, senior brother Ding has not drawn his sword!" As Ding Hao's number one fan, Orion boy Zhang Fan immediately retorted.
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