The other people who participated in the blockade showed regretful expressions.
Zhou Xing stood on the stage, looking at the eager country boy in astonishment. He looked at him as if he had a treasure trove of gold and silver.
He has an impression that this person is "Xu Jing" who ranked tenth in the last competition.
"start!"
As soon as the referee's voice fell, the country boy "Xu Jing" picked up his ax and charged in.
Whoops!
The ax cut through the air, and there was a sound like the tearing of cloth. With the blessing of huge power and roaring inner breath, the ax seemed to turn into a crazy iron bull.
Faced with such momentum, Zhou Xing would not be willing to challenge him without using the "Bronze Statue Skill".
After all, the opponent is using heavy weapons.
Whoosh!
With an ax blow, Zhou Xing's body suddenly burst and disappeared.
It's empty!
Xu Jing, a young man from the countryside, reacted very quickly and slashed his ax horizontally again, hitting Zhou Xing who appeared from the side.
But this time.
Zhou Xing's body shape and footwork suddenly stopped and then made a strange twist.
Poof!
That ax head not only struck the air, but was also instantly approached by Zhou Xing.
"It's so fast, this movement looks so familiar."
"Isn't this "Ling Yun Bu"? It seems that its effect is not inferior to Le Feng himself."
The audience was in a state of shock.
not good!
As soon as Xu Jing struck the air with his axe, he felt something bad happened. His axe was heavy and powerful, but it could easily be restrained by those with skillful movements.
"open!"
The moment Zhou Xing made the cut, he punched away. The heavy punch gave off a sinister and domineering aura.
Xu Jingcang was panicked and reluctantly sheathed his ax to block the powerful punch.
Pengpa!
The domineering inner energy and violent power that surged out of his fists shook Xu Jing so hard that he took several steps back, his blood boiling.
Before he could stand firm, Zhou Xing disappeared from his sight again.
"Oops!"
Just as Xu Jing stabilized his body, there was a sound of strong wind behind him, but unfortunately it was too late.
Immediately afterwards, a sharp pain came from the butt hole,
There was a "bang" sound.
A foot flew from behind, and Xu Jingfei covered his buttocks in mid-air, letting out a heartbreaking howl.
thump!
After Wang Lingyun, another person was kicked out of the competition stage by Zhou Xing.
There was a moment of dead silence in the field, and then there was another commotion.
"This was the top ten last year, and they lost so miserably."
"Have you noticed that Zhou Xing's movement is exactly the same as Le Feng's, and the heat is exactly the same!"
The disciples in the audience were either amazed or thinking deeply.
A thoughtful person discovered something strange in Zhou Xing's movement.
If not for this, he would not have won so easily. The whole process was basically a physical restraint of Xu Jing, who was ranked tenth in the previous year.
"How could it be! His "Ling Yun Step" has been mastered to the same level as mine!"
Le Feng's face was filled with uncertainty.
Zhou Xing's victory was undoubtedly a blow to Wang Lingyun who proposed the "blocking action".
Defeating Xu Jing, who was in the top ten last year, established Zhou Xing's status as a strong dark horse.
In this outer sect competition, three dark horses were born, namely: Tong Yuling, Zhou Xing, and Cao Lei.
In the past, the performance of these three people was unremarkable.
And this time, all three of them powerfully defeated their top ten opponents and won six consecutive victories!
Zhou Xing’s victory was the most complicated one for Le Feng!
Three months ago.
The fact that "Ling Yun Bu" fell into Zhou Xing's hands was not his original wish. It was already an accident.
In order to prevent "Ling Yun Bu" from leaking from Zhou Xing, Le Feng specially came forward and sent a "Yuanzhu Grass" to win over him.
But I never expected it.
Zhou Xing, a marginal disciple of Zeng Jin, was able to cultivate the "Ling Yun Step" to the level of great success.
It can be said that this is an accident within an accident.
"interesting."
In the corner of the stage, Nangong Li held a folding fan in his hand and glanced at Zhou Xing and Le Feng with interest.
As early as during the "Outer Sect Exchange Meeting", Nangong Li realized that Zhou Xing was not simple.
certainly.
He was only slightly interested in Zhou Xing and could not regard him as a rival.
Nangong Li has only one opponent, and that is Duan Xiaolong!
The game continues till now.
Nangong Li and Duan Xiaolong have not yet encountered the enemy of Sanhe, and their true strength is unfathomable.
At the same moment.
Duan Xiaolong's eyes happened to be looking at Nangong Li, his old enemy.
Suddenly.
The two people's eyes met in the void.
boom!
An invisible spiritual force collided in mid-air.
Whoosh~
The clothes of the two men were flying, and the powerful invisible air waves forced the nearby disciples to retreat.
After a short trial.
Duan Xiaolong's expression condensed and his figure trembled slightly; while Nangong Li's face showed a strange look.
Except for the sect seniors present, no one could see what kind of confrontation the two had just now.
but.
The powerful and invisible auras of the two of them are no less than those in the Zang Refining Stage, and their mysterious trials and confrontations make people's blood boil.
"Two Dragons Fight for Hegemony!"
Many disciples are excited and looking forward to it.
This competition can be said to be a grand event rarely seen in ten years.
With two dragons competing for hegemony and three dark horses, no one knows what kind of sparks will eventually collide.
…
Knockout round, ushering in the eighth round!
At this stage, the remaining disciples have no weak hands.
The battles that followed were all remarkable, sometimes inextricable, with all kinds of clever moves coming out.
The three dark horses continue their winning streak.
Tong Yuling, with her unpredictable inner energy and dexterous swordsmanship, easily defeated an opponent ranked among the top twelve.
Cao Lei actually used the astonishing intensity of "Iron Sand Palm" to defeat Yang Fan, who was ninth in the previous competition, within fifty moves.
"Failed! I actually lost to a low-level martial artist."
Yang Fan held a silver gun in his hand, his clothes were damaged in several places, and he walked down the stage unwillingly.
Cao Lei's "Iron Sand Palm" has been practiced to its peak and perfection, and he has realized a unique true meaning, and its power is beyond imagination.
Zhou Xing's opponent in the eighth round was only in the top 20, so his opponent simply gave up.
nowadays.
Zhou Xing's reputation in the competition is not small. If he doesn't want to be kicked off the stage, it is best to admit defeat.
As night fell, the eighth round of competition came to an end.
Nangong Li and Duan Xiaolong, as the "two dragons competing for hegemony", still maintain a winning streak.
The three dark horses also won eight consecutive victories.
At this moment, there are only twelve or three people on the field who still have winning streaks.
In addition to the Double Dragon Competition and the three dark horses, they also include Hu Yiba who ranked fourth last year, Yuan Beitong who ranked fifth, Cheng Yun who ranked sixth, Huang Yuan who ranked seventh, and others.
…
On the third day, the ninth round of the knockout rounds began.
At this time, there were only thirty or forty disciples left who had not yet been eliminated. Some disciples whose scores were negative by two points were extremely nervous.
In the ninth round, the chance of strong encounters is greatly increased.
"Junior sister Jiang, don't worry! From now on, the chances of Zhou Xing and us meeting will become higher and higher."
Huang Yuan looked confident, confident in front of the beauty.
"Of course I believe it."
Jiang Yun'er chuckled, her smile as bright as a flower, which made several elite outer sect disciples fascinated.
For Yuan Shi and Beauty, Hu Yiba ranked fourth, Cheng Yun ranked sixth, and Huang Yuan ranked seventh were all willing to stand up for her.
"Zhou Xing, I think you can win a few more games in a row."
Wang Lingyun sneered in his heart.
As a result, in the ninth round, these three strong players still did not encounter Zhou Xing.
On the other hand, Cheng Yun, who was ranked sixth, met Le Feng, an outside genius.
"Le Feng versus Cheng Yun!"
All eyes were focused on the stage.
Cheng Yun is a young man with orange complexion and looks slightly older.
He participated in the "blocking operation" against Zhou Xing, mainly because he was attracted to Jiang Yun'er.
Cheng Yun didn't expect that he would meet the genius Le Feng instead of waiting for Zhou Xing.
"Brother Cheng, let's get started."
Le Feng Bao Quan Do.
If he wants to break into the top five or three, this Cheng Yun is a big obstacle.
"Junior Brother Le hasn't drawn his sword yet? Could it be that you think you can win with just your physical skills?"
Cheng Yun smiled calmly.
Clang!
A broken sword in Le Feng's hand was unsheathed, like a cold arc across the night sky, exuding a cold and sharp aura.
Cheng Yun also took out a well-made world-famous sword.
"Wind-cutting sword!"
The famous sword in Cheng Yun's hand was like a gust of wind, a transparent cold light appeared on the blade, and a group of harsh energy and wind swirled around.
The "Wind Cutting Sword" he practiced is a very famous swordsmanship in the outer sect.
Including Zhou Xing, he had practiced this sword technique.
Poof!
When the sword slashed away, the air tore apart, wind and energy surrounded the room, blocking Le Feng's path.
Facing an opponent of this level, it was difficult for Le Feng to suppress him with his physical strength alone.
"Soul-Chasing Sword!"
Le Feng's figure and the sword became a whole, the afterimage and the sword light intertwined, and the sword went off the mark, which was extremely thrilling.
Ding ding ding…
In the blink of an eye, the two of them exchanged more than a dozen swords in a staggered space.
Everyone in the audience held their breath. It was difficult to see the details of the confrontation clearly with the naked eye. All they could see was a blur of sword shadows and sword lights.
rub!
Suddenly, a figure quickly took a few steps back, looking slightly embarrassed.
Cheng Yun's face was filled with panic, and there was a trace of blood on his cheek.
Le Feng holds the sword on his back with a smile on his face.
"Cheng Yun was defeated?"
"I didn't even see the details clearly, it was too fast!"
There was a lot of discussion in the audience.
In the battle just now, they witnessed the strength of the outer sect's talented genius Le Feng and the previous season's veteran Cheng Yun.
"No. 49 wins."
The referee waved the flag and declared Lefeng the winner.
…
"Senior Brother Cheng has made great progress, how could he lose so quickly?"
Huang Yuan was surprised.
"When swordsmen fight, the victory or defeat is a matter of a thread. What's more, Le Feng's body skills are slightly better than half of them, but what he has in his hand is a broken sword."
Hu Yiba said matter-of-factly.
His eyes crossed Le Feng, this was an opponent that could not be ignored.
Stronger body skills and stronger weapons are all advantages!
Cheng Yun's defeat was not unjust.
After this battle, Le Feng's popularity soared, winning the admiration and admiration of many female disciples. Some male disciples also admired his strength and grace.
Except for the battle of Le Feng.
In the ninth round, there is another battle that attracts much attention.
"Nangong Li to Yuan Beitong!"
There was an uproar in the audience, and the attention was even greater than that of Le Feng.
On stage.
Nangong Li held a folding fan in his hand and looked at the strong man with a tiger-like iron tower opposite him.
The strong man was half taller than a normal person; before the battle started, his fists were banging like hammers, and the barbaric aura that hit his face was heart-stopping.
"Is this Yuan Beitong, the most powerful person in the outer sect?"
Zhou Xing was very interested.
Yuan Beitong ranked fifth in the last competition. His greatest advantage is his natural power.
His "natural power" is something he is born with, it is not acquired through the fusion of Zhou Xing's mysterious heart.
Kaishan Fist!
Yuan Beitong roared, his deep inner breath vibrated and roared, and he moved out his fists like millstones cutting through the air. Any punch could crush an ox or a tiger to death.
Peng! Peng!
When that punch was released, the ground shook faintly, and the terrifying power caused a wave of air.
There was a "pop" sound.
Nangong Li's folding fan suddenly hit Yuan Beitong's arm. The latter shouted and took a few steps back.
Nangong Li suddenly stepped back half a foot.
"The strength is really great, the inner breath is strong, and the reaction is not slow. As expected of the fifth in the previous competition, he can fight me head-on."
Nangong Li smiled.
certainly.
His behavior itself is a bit shameful. After all, the other party is a person with natural supernatural powers, and he still hits him head-on.
"But let's end it."
Nangong Li left an afterimage on the spot and patted Yuan Beitong with the folding fan in his hand.
This time, it was still a frontal attack.
Bo meow~
Just when everyone was confused, Nangong Li opened his mouth and made a strange sound like a cat meowing.
That weird sound makes people dizzy and their minds tremble.
All the disciples in the audience, including Zhou Xing and others, were trembling in consciousness, energy, and blood.
"What kind of attack is this?"
Zhou Xing was shocked, what they endured was just a trace of the aftermath.
"ah!"
Yuan Beitong, who was on the stage, suddenly swayed, holding his head in his hands, with a look of irritation and pain on his face.
He endured the full force of that weird sound, his whole body was spinning, and there was a buzzing in his mind.
Pop!
Yuan Beitong froze for a moment, then a fan was swept over him.
thump!
Yuan Beitong's burly body rolled off the competition stage.
After he woke up, he roared loudly: "What kind of evil magic is that? How could I lose-"
Off the field, all the disciples looked at each other and looked at Nangong Li with deep awe.
"It turns out to be spiritual magic."
"As expected of the young master of the Nangong family, he has mastered mystical arts at a young age."
Some of the sect seniors present were well-informed and could see the mystery.
Spiritual magic?
Zhou Xing had a feeling that such invisible attacks were a threat to him.
The ninth round of competition ended soon.
In this round, Zhou Xing's opponent was not in the top ten, so he won easily.
"It's the tenth round!"
Zhou Xing was excited. In previous years, the knockout rounds usually lasted to ten rounds, which was about it.
now.
There are only thirty or forty people whose names are still displayed on the formation board.
The knockout round is coming to an end!
In the tenth round, the chance of encountering a strong opponent is higher. Even if you encounter the likes of Duan Xiaolong and Hu Yiba, it is considered normal.
The tenth round soon came to Zhouxing.
This time, he finally met a powerful opponent.
"Hahaha...Zhou Xing! I finally met your Grandpa Huang."
A fat, round-faced boy laughed loudly and leaped onto the stage very proudly.
"Yellow Garden!"
Some disciples looked stern when they saw the fat and round boy.
In the circle of villains, Hu Yiba and Cheng Yun showed a bit of regret.
Is it possible that Huang Yuan, a fat man, can obtain the Yuan Stone and win the recognition of the beautiful woman? This picture is too hard to accept.
Huang Yuan, ranked seventh, is definitely a ruthless figure in the outer sect.
Seeing him on the stage, Wang Lingyun and Jiang Yun'er in the audience both expressed joy: This time Zhou Xing finally encountered a tough challenge.
"Zhou Xing, your winning streak ends here."
Wang Lingyun smiled coldly.
Until now.
Zhou Xing has already won nine games in a row, and if he wins one more game, it will be his tenth game in a row, and he will be firmly in the top ten.
Fortunately.
His blocking plan intercepted Zhou Xing in the end!
"Huang Yuan versus Zhou Xing!"
"Good! The dark horse of this session is very interesting compared to the seventh place of the previous session."
All the disciples in the audience were looking forward to it.
None of the disciples had a good impression of the two people on the stage. One was bullying the disciples in the outer sect, and the other caused public outrage in the competition.