Su Yun stared at Huo Quancai's shoes seriously. Whenever he was about to be stabbed by Zhong Ye, his shoes would suddenly illuminate several times, and his body moved, avoiding the attack.

It seems that Huo Quancai's strange body movement is related to these boots.

No wonder Zhong Ye couldn't even touch Huo Quancai after several attempts.

Su Yun’s thoughts.

Huo Quancai looked at Zhong Ye who was panting in front of him with a strange smile, and said, "Brother Zhong Ye, it's almost done. Now it's my turn?"

"Hmm?" Zhong Ye suddenly raised his eyes.

But Huo Quancai suddenly retracted the folding fan, and a golden energy overflowed at the moment the fan closed and collided with Zhongye.

Zhong Ye hurriedly raised his gun and swept away the golden energy, but the golden energy attached to the spear head, which dyed the spear head golden red. Zhong Ye suddenly felt that the weight of the spear in his hand suddenly increased, as if it was a thousand pounds, extremely heavy.

"This golden energy? Is it a magic weapon?" Zhong Ye was shocked.

A little golden energy floated over, staining the little on his shoulder. In an instant, with a click, the golden energy on his shoulder fell down directly, and his clothes and flesh fell to the ground like a heavy shot put.

"ah!!!!"

Everyone on the contestants' tables were sucking in the air when they saw this.

If this is all over the person, can’t he be crushed into meat pie?

Zhong Ye was sweating coldly on his back, and his steps turned back to the edge of the arena. Looking at Huo Quancai who opened the folding fan and shook gently, he asked angrily: "What kind of magic weapon are you?"

"Another person has never heard of the power of gold." Huo Quancai said with a faint smile.

Zhong Ye clenched his fists and he looked around him secretly. At this moment, on this arena, so many people looking at him must not be defeated!

He gritted his teeth and growled: "Do you think there is a magic weapon to save you? Look at the trick!"

He roared lowly, suddenly took out a red rope, wrapped it directly on the gun in his hand, and then roared from Xiang Huo Quancai.

Sharp clang clang clang clang

The gold energy floating in the air quickly gathered together and turned into a golden wall, blocking the spear that was coming.

Zhong Ye had not given up, and raised his palm, and a powerful energy gathered between his palms and slapped at the golden air wall.

Dong!

The air wall shattered.

Zhong Ye’s mysterious energy attribute is not only the main breath of the Mad Blade, but also the breath of the True Gang. The breath of the True Gang is extremely thick, even better than the breath of the Mad Blade he majored in.

The air wall was broken, and the purple spear took advantage of the momentum to attack. When Huo Quancai approached, it suddenly opened softly, like a living purple dragon tied Huo Quancai up!

"What? The extremely hard dragon spear is like a rope!"

A contestant from Group A stood up and made a sound of surprise.

Huo Quancai looked down and saw that the red rope on the gun was shining. He immediately understood the reason. He snorted and began to exert force with his arms, intending to force the dragon spear off.

But how could Zhong Ye give him a chance?

With a "huh" sound, Zhong Ye rose into the air, his hands fists, and hit Huo Quancai's forehead.

There are not many gorgeous mysterious skills and fancy moves, only creepy murderous intent and invincible mysterious power!

"Is it going to be decided?"

Many people stood up and looked at the stage with all concentration!

But at this time, Huo Quancai suddenly let go of his hand holding the fan, and the fan actually flew up by itself, circling constantly, like a rapidly rotating golden wheel, hitting the bell leaves.

Zhong Ye's heart beat violently. Seeing that the momentum was wrong, he hurriedly closed his fists and retreated.

Huo Quancai seized the opportunity, flipped his body, and then his heels fell on the ground, and his whole body was filled with mysterious energy, but not gathered on his arms, but spread all over his body, and the purple spear crashed into Zhongye.

Bang!

Zhong Ye couldn't react and his chest was hit hard by Huo Quancai's shoulder. He flew out and fell to the edge of the ring. He coughed violently for a few times, and hurriedly got up.

This attack did not hurt Zhong Ye, but disturbed the mysterious energy in his body. As soon as the mysterious energy was messed up, the purple spear that bound Huo Quancai was loosened.

Huo Quancai's arms were moved, and he immediately jumped over, waved his hand in the air, took the folding fan, and pointed it at Zhong Ye and swung the fan.

Hulala

A sharp wind blade is generated from the fan, tangentially towards the bell leaves.

Zhong Ye dodged left and right, and was already disrupted by Huo Quancai. In addition, the dragon spear was out of hand, and the combat power was greatly reduced. Facing the wind blade that had come, he was a little panicked.

Su Yun was greatly disappointed when he saw this scene. If the Dragon Gun Zhong Ye was only at this level, he would be a little frivolous.

Puff puff puff puff

Zhong Ye was cut by the Qi Blade, and Huo Quancai took advantage of the situation and rushed towards Huo Quancai's forehead. Once this move hit, Huo Quancai would definitely die on the spot.

According to the competition regulations, once a life-threatening killer move occurs, the judges must come forward to stop the spiritual practitioners, but none of the four judges in the audience took action and all sat in the seat to watch the battle.

Zhong Ye's face was bloodless, and he hurriedly raised his arms and accumulated energy to resist it.

Puff!

The qi was shattered by the folding fan, and Zhong Ye's wrists were cut open together. Zhong Ye was instantly destroyed. Huo Quancai turned over and kicked Zhong Ye's face. Zhong Ye flipped around several times, vomited blood, and rolled to the ground. He wanted to get up again, but he lost his strength.

The winner has been decided!

Zhong Ye fell to the ground and wanted to get up but could no longer do so. Huo Quancai walked up to him casually and gently shook the folding fan.

The host Zhu Wen saw that his body was full of fat trembled, and then came to his senses and shouted loudly: "Zhong Ye lost his combat power, and the contestant Huo Quancai won this competition!!!"

The whole audience was silent for several seconds, followed by cheers of tsunamis.

"Dragon Gun Bell Leaf, but that's it!"

Huo Quancai smiled faintly, then turned around and flew to the sky, landing in front of the pavilion door. He bowed respectfully to the pavilion door, and then saw a phantom vaguely inside the door. The phantom nodded, and Huo Quancai walked in.

Zhong Ye opened his eyes wide and stared at the person who disappeared in front of the pavilion with resentment.

He was helped off the ring and walked towards the lounge. Along the way, all the spiritual practitioners who used to flatter him and flatter him were silent. Some turned their eyes away and deliberately did not look at him, while others bowed their heads and said nothing.

If this battle is comparable to Huo Quancai's match, it would be a different matter. However, when Zhong Ye faced Huo Quancai, he had almost no power to fight back. In less than a stick of incense, the opponent cut off his hands and won the crushing situation.

Such a crushing defeat made many people disappointed Zhong Ye.

Zhong Ye naturally felt the changes of the people around him. He gritted his teeth, supported his hazy will, and closed his sight.

After Zhong Ye's defeat, the competition seemed to have entered a new stage.

However, in the following events, the players in Group A will no longer be drawn. Most of them are players in Group C and D. Occasionally, the players in Group B will appear, but the number of times is not large. The base of the two groups C and D are relatively large, so the chance of drawing is naturally not small.

Not long after, Su Yun took the stage again.

In order not to attract others' attention, Su Yun deliberately retained the power of speed and qi. After dozens of rounds with his opponent, he pierced the opponent's abdomen, causing him to lose his combat power and win the game. After two fights, many people at the scene had noticed Su Yun. According to his performance in the two games, the people at the market had already included him in the ranks of the members of Group B.

Gradually, there were fewer and fewer members in the C-D group, more and more people in the lounge, and the atmosphere of the competition became more and more intense. As the competition progressed, the people in the Group A-B began to gradually play, and the event had evolved from a traditional competition between players to a battle between geniuses.

"Brother Su!"

At this moment, a weak call sounded.

Su Yun turned his head and looked at him, and saw Lu Zhanyuan, who was pale-faced, walking towards him with his handrail.

"Zhan Yuan?" Su Yun was stunned: "Are you okay?"

"The organizer is rich, and we use good medicine and arrays for treatment. My body has healed, but I am still very weak. I should be able to recover after several months of conditioning myself." Lu Zhanyuan smiled and walked to Su Yun and sat down slowly.

His arms were wrapped in bandages, and Ling Medical used a plaster to thrust his broken arms out, but the arms that were thrust could not move at will, and it would take at least one week to get things.

It has to be said that the recovery power of Ling Xuanyang is really against the will of heaven. If a mortal is, he would probably have to lie in bed for the rest of his life.

Sweat was on his face, and it was obvious that he was still in pain now.

"Why don't you continue to stay in the lounge to rest?" Su Yun asked.

"There are all bloody smells there, and there are more people and it's uncomfortable, so I came out. Besides, I want to see your game, Brother Su. Seeing that you are still sitting here, you must have won a lot of money in the previous few games, right?" Lu Zhanyuan said with a smile.

Although Su Yun Sanqian's combat power cannot compete with Group A and B, Group C and D can still deal with it. He must have faced people from Group C and D in the previous few games.

Lu Zhanyuan looked around and found that there were only more than fifty people left in Group C and D. Including Group A and B, there are only more than a hundred contestants now.

There is no doubt that these people are elites and are selected from nearly a thousand contestants.

Crash.

The light burst out.

One comes from Group B and the other comes from Group D.

People first looked at Group B.

The person who shines the card is a man with white hair and a red sword.

The people in the Bing Ding group are not unfamiliar with this man. Before the start of the game, he insulted the people in the Bing Ding group without any scruples.

The man had fought several times before, and his opponents were all opened, and his internal organs almost flowed out, and his fate was very miserable. It can be seen that this man is a cruel and ruthless person, but because of his cruelty, he has gained a good reputation in this competition.

Scared white curtain sword!

"Okay, the contestants in this competition are Baimu Jian from Group B and Su Yun from Group D!! Now, please invite two contestants to the court!" Zhu Wen continued to yell tirelessly.
To be continued...