After a simple salute, the two quickly started a fight and started a battle in Taichung, Shenglong.

As expected, Juechen learned from the lessons and launched a rapid attack as soon as he came on the court. He abandoned the past unchanging and adapted to all changes, and relied on his strong recovery to kill his opponents.

I have to say that his strength is still quite strong. In the blink of an eye, countless green lights swelled throughout the Shenglong Platform.

Behind him was a green sacred tree, covering the sky and the sun, hundreds of feet high. The trunks were shaking, and the wind and clouds changed color. The water surface of Jiulong Lake was disturbed and the sky was dark. Even everyone on the viewing table could feel the strong wind coming towards them.

Lin Yun's eyes were slightly condensed, and his attention was not focused on Juechen, and he stared at Fang Hanluo.

As others expected, Fang Hanluo, who was promoted to Tianpo, was much easier to face Juechen this time. Even if the opponent's killer moves were used one after another, he still smiled and could always calmly resolve the opponent's killer moves between advancing and retreating.

From time to time, he could still get the chance, and a sudden counterattack made Juechen busy for a while.

"strangeness."

Lin Yun thought about something, and always felt something was wrong with Han Luo, but he couldn't see it.

I want to use the spiritual sword intent to observe it, but this spiritual sword intent is easy to understand the sword moves, but other moves and artistic conceptions are not that magical.

If you want to use the eyes of the candle dragon, but if you are too moved, you will be noticed by someone if you are not careful and waste your trump card in vain.

Forget it, don't need it for now.

Lin Yun withdrew his thoughts and a look of persistence flashed in his eyes. He didn't believe that with the sharp eyes of the swordsman, he could not see any clues.

"Three moves have passed."

"Four moves have passed."

"Five moves have passed."

The warriors in the audience watch the battle on the Shenglong platform stared at the battle, silently counting how many moves they had fought. There has always been a rumor about Fang Hanluo that he could not win ten moves, and even if the Three Little Kings wanted to win, it would be extremely difficult.

If it is Juechen, if you cannot win Juechen within ten moves, you may lose without a doubt.

So no one said anything, and they all thought silently in their hearts, wanting to witness the truth of the rumors.

“That’s…”

Lin Yun, who was observing this battle, suddenly lit up before his eyes. He saw that Fang Hanluo's body movement was a bit strange. Every time there were changes, there were extremely subtle energy fluctuations scattered on the ground and in the air. The fluctuation was quite hidden in the aftermath of the two fighting.

If you don’t pay attention, you will not be able to show it at all, and you may even be covered up by the aftermath and will be ignored.

The sword intent is spiritual, wow!

A spark suddenly burst into deep in Lin Yun's eyes, and some spiritual sword intent focused on his eyes. Suddenly, many details on the stage became clearer as the spiritual sword intent amplified.

Fang Hanluo's actions were constantly decomposed, and one by one, one scene after another appeared in Lin Yun's mind.

"I see."

Lin Yun dissipated the spiritual sword intent in his eyes, and a sudden look appeared on his face.

Fang Hanluo's body movements are quite strange. He can disperse most of his opponent's strength invisible every time in his body shape. Therefore, he can persist for a long time in desperate situations. In addition, his body should be more terrifying than outsiders imagine.

Otherwise, there is no explanation why you can endure so many serious injuries and turn bad luck into good luck in the end.

What should be the difference between Juechen, but it is impossible to find the flaws in his body skills. It is only a matter of time before he loses. Even Fang Hanluo's physical trump card cannot be forced out.

As expected, after ten moves, Juechen gradually got at a disadvantage.

"Tianbing Fist, Frost Cold Star Explosion!"

After dozens of moves, Fang Hanluo clenched his five fingers and punched out, as if a star condensed by cold light burst into the fist.

The green light sacred tree behind Juechen was first frozen, and then exploded directly. He vomited blood and looked completely depressed.

"Sure enough, only ten moves are not enough for Fang Hanluo!"

"Jeichen seems to have been injured to the original source. He is afraid that he will completely lose his combat effectiveness and will have to abstain from the next game."

"It's so tragic. Li Mubai was almost slashed in half by Zhu Qingshan with a knife, barely saving his life. Juechen was injured again, which was equivalent to directly eliminating the two of them."

There was a burst of exclamation in the viewing table, and everyone looked extremely solemn.

The top ten battles are much more tragic than the previous group battles. When the masters fight, the peak duel can't stop.

Once injured, he was basically declared out.

"I won."

Fang Hanluo grinned and bowed.

Juechen was already seriously injured, and now the Xuanhuang Qi was swallowed up in large quantities. He knew that he had been eliminated in a certain way. He had no expression on his face and said nothing, he jumped down the stage.

thump!

But someone else couldn't lift his true energy in the air, so he fell down directly. Fortunately, the elder of the sect quickly took action to fish him out.

Otherwise, I would probably be the first one and drowned in Jiulong Lake.

"Feel sorry."

The smiley expression on Fang Hanluo's face faded away. This scene was indeed a bit desolate. The top ten last year almost drowned in Jiulong Lake.

But the road to martial arts is so cruel. There is no choice but to become stronger. Otherwise, Fang Hanluo will leave in a mess.

The atmosphere at the scene became much more solemn after this battle, and the laughter and noise gradually disappeared.

"It's so miserable."

Looking at Juechen who was being caught, Feng Ye said with a sigh on the side. He secretly looked at Lin Yun, and sighed in the other party's calm expression.

More but more of a terrifying edge.

His heart was like a sword in his hand, and it had never been shaken.

No matter how cruel the road of martial arts is, the heart of the sword is fearless in life and death.

The battle for the top ten continues, and when everyone regrets the glory of the seven heroes of Nanhua, is about to end? Nangong Wanyu and Jiang Ziye won one after another, especially Jiang Ziye. Her Qianyun Art has been cultivated to a profound and unfathomable state, and it gathers like a towering mountain, stretching for ten thousand miles.

When the stars are scattered, there is no trace of clouds and mist. When the gathering and dispersing, it makes people unable to guard against it.

One wonderful showdown after another was constantly staged. Although it was not over yet, the list of people who could advance to the top ten gradually became clear.

In addition to the four seeds, there are six names left in the top ten.

Jiang Ziye, Wu Xiaotian, Nangong Wanyu, Yang Lie, Gao Yu, Fang Hanluo, Bai Lixuan, Zhu Qingshan, Yue Weiwei, if there are no accidents, six places should appear among these people.

The list is clearly divided. The first five are Nanhua Qiying and a veteran strong man Wu Xiaotian, and the second four are the rookie dark horses born in this feast of dragons. They are all coming with great momentum and are in full swing.

The trend of the new and old confrontation is very obvious.

Of course, one person has to be added, and the Ziyue Cave Heaven is as beautiful as a secluded person.

She had lost to Yue Weiwei before and staged a wonderful "sexy dance", but she did not abstain from it. She was just ashamed to meet people, and she covered herself with a veil, only revealing her forehead and eyes.

He still has strength, which is one of the variables.

"Wu Xiaotian vs. Jiang Ziye!"

The referee suddenly lengthened his tone and reported the list of the match.

As soon as he finished speaking, an uproar suddenly erupted at the scene, and countless gazes became hot.

The grudge between Wu Xiaotian and Jiang Ziye was a hot topic in the ancient Nanhua realm. There is no need to say anything about Wu Xiaotian's crazy thing back then, and it has long been known to everyone.

"Senior brother, be careful."

In the seat of Xueshang Pavilion, seeing Wu Xiaotian who was eager to try, Ji Wuye said with some concern, the expressions of the elders of other sects were nothing more than that.

Wu Xiaotian grinned: "A four years of war, I am no longer the same as before. This stinky woman should be careful."

As he finished speaking, he soared into the air, like a mountain falling heavily on Shenglong Platform.

Rumble!

The waters of the four sides of the lake were turbulent, shaking hundreds of waves into the sky. Jiang Ziye, opposite the black roaring sky, had already fallen to the ground, and his face was calm.

"I have been looking forward to this battle for a long time. I will definitely return this battle to you!"

Wu Xiaotian's eyes showed excitement and said coldly.

"I have long forgotten the battle four years ago. Besides, you are not worthy of my special humiliation. I am not so persistent in you."

Jiang Ziye's eyes were as cold as water, and she was surprisingly calm.

"I don't care what you think!"

Wu Xiaotian's eyes flashed with a violent aura. He had been struggling for this battle for a long time, but he was too lazy to care about what his opponent thought.

All he has to do is defeat the other party and avenge his previous shame!

With the fierce shouts, the blood evil spirits on Wu Xiaotian's body flashed across the sky, crossing hundreds of meters away. A series of ferocious blood-colored afterimages were left along the way, and the true body instantly appeared in front of Jiang Ziye. He raised his hand and slashed down.

Rumble!

This palm was like a river flowing back, with evil spirits roaring, rolling up endless blood clouds. It was Wu Xiaotian’s specialty, Blood Cloud Slashing!

"broken!"

Jiang Ziye's face did not change color, and she looked up with a light finger.

boom!

There was a shocking sound during the touch, and the two of them retreated.

"Blood Shadow Demon Trace!" Before the Wu Xiaotianren landed in the air, his blood evil spirits rolled up again like a river, wrapping his body, like a blood python, opening his mouth and biting it hard. This move changes very quickly, and uses extremely clever body techniques. The roaring evil spirit can interfere with the opponent's six consciousnesses.

People cause spatial confusion.

Crack Crack Crack Crack!

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Ziye was hit seven times in a row, and each punch fell like it had been bitten by a blood python.

"Split!"

Seeing that his opponent was in power and was unforgivable, Jiang Ziye stabilized the true energy in his body and pushed the opponent's evil aura out of his body. His aura spread out like a cloud. Under the opponent's aura, Jiang Ziye was standing in front of him, but it seemed as if he was gone and could not lock it.

"Go!"

Just when Wu Xiaotian was a little stunned, Jiang Ziye blew over with her palm, and a strange phenomenon appeared behind her. There were boundless white clouds piled up like mountains, towering and heavy, and the mountain rose from the ground brought great pressure to people.

Every time a palm was blown out, a mountain was piled up. After a few palms, there were already mountains behind Jiang Ziye, which were endless.

"Qianyun Jue!"

"It's the Qianyun Jue again, the universe and the world are full of unpredictable gathering and dispersion, which is really unfathomable."

"Wu Xiaotian was a little uncomfortable, and he could not use his blood evil magic skills at all."

The face of Wu Xiaotian on the Shenglong Platform changed slightly. After a few years of not seeing each other, his opponent became stronger. I am afraid that the Qianyun Art has been practiced for the other party at the thirteenth level, and it has reached the legendary realm of transformation, which is really a bit powerful and terrifying.

"Look at how I can break your Ganyun Art!"

Wu Xiaotian's eyes flashed. He was not wasting time over the years. He had already thought about how to break the other party's Ganyun Art.
Chapter completed!