Sikong Xinming played eight games in a row. Although he didn't put in much effort in some games, his spiritual power became less and less. The gap time in between was too short, and the little spiritual power he recovered was only a drop in the bucket.
His heart was sinking. There was still one last match, and he didn't know who his opponent was. But he couldn't put all his hopes on another low-level disciple. This was not a normal sparring, this was a wheel battle.
!He must end this battle as soon as possible!
Liu Qinghuan looked at the gold brick with some excitement. It was interesting! He didn't expect that this kind of magic weapon could be used in this way. He wanted to find one. This was also the idea of many monks present. They would catch someone with a brick.
It’s a dead shot, it’s so satisfying just thinking about it.
However, Si Kong Xinming won in the end. He caught a flaw in Qin Lingling, entangled the gold brick with one spiritual sword, and with lightning speed, the other spiritual sword broke through Qin Lingling's protective shield with one blow, and pressed against the
On her slender and beautiful neck.
Victory was victory, but Sikong Xinming knew that he only had less than 20% of his spiritual power left! He fully expected that his opponent would be weaker in the next match, but the figure of a young male cultivator flying onto the stage completely shattered his final victory.
A bit of luck.
I saw that this male cultivator's black sect clothes had the symbol of a spiritual sword, just like Sikong Xinming.
The person who came was called Lu Enming, with a cold expression. Under his sword-like eyebrows, a pair of cold starry eyes showed no warmth at all. His cultivation had reached the peak of the ninth level of Qi training, which was higher than Sikong Xinming. But this is not the point.
Sikong Xinming never judged a person's true strength based on his level of cultivation, but Lu Enming was in another situation.
Mo Xiefeng's main skill, "Canghai Luosheng Sword Code", was passed down from the Wuji Sword Master of the Wenshi sect 40,000 years ago. This great master who cut down the entire Eastern Wilderness Continent with one sword, "Canghai Luosheng Sword Code"
"Shengjian Canon" is his technique.
The Wenshi Sect is known as the highest in the world of cultivating immortals. It not only reflects the fact that it has the most high-level monks, but also integrates many aspects. The Wenshi Sect has always been very protective of its disciples.
The classics can be transcribed at will as long as the sect contributes points (it is not allowed to be spread outside the sect), and the major exercises in the eight peaks are all from the famous god-transforming monks in the history of the Wenshi sect.
For example, the "Sword Art of Bamboo Heart Planting" in Zhulin Mountain comes from the self-created technique of Wenxiao Taizun 20,000 years ago. The difficulty of "Sword Art of Bamboo Heart Planting" is extraordinary, and the "Canghai Luosheng Sword Code" can also be imagined
And know.
And Lu Enming has already cultivated the "Canghai Luosheng Sword Code" to the second level, which is a level that usually can only be reached in the foundation building stage!
Sikong Xinming never thought that he would be so unlucky and meet Lu Enming in the end. If his spiritual power was at its peak, he could still put up a fight, but now...
However, Sikong Xinming did not just admit defeat. Although he fought hard until the tenth round and saw that he had failed, he threw away all unnecessary emotions and his eyes became full of fighting spirit. He clenched his hands into fists and then slowly loosened them.
Open and close together, he bent down and said firmly: "Please give me some advice from Senior Brother Lu!"
Liu Qinghuan watched in awe as Sikong Xinming fought until the last trace of spiritual power. Everyone was shocked. The original laughter disappeared, and the Wenshi sect disciples surrounding Platform 6 watched in silence.
The two sword cultivators on the stage were fighting with each other, and their sword energy was flowing freely, until Sikong Xinming was defeated and walked off the stage.
Many female cultivators shed tears and choked up speechless as they looked at Sikong Xinming's lonely figure walking away.
Everyone has a deep understanding of the cruelty of this competition. The ten wheel battles are not only a test of cultivation and spiritual power, but also a test of the monks' willpower.
It seems so difficult to squeeze into the top 100 among thousands of people! Many disciples who were originally full of confidence felt as if a huge mountain was weighing down their hearts, and they were full of worries.
Liu Qinghuan stood quietly in the crowd, watching Lu Enming's unstoppable momentum and win ten games. At this point, the first disciple on stage six to advance to the next round appeared.
After dozens of games, everyone on the battlefield showed up and down, and no one appeared who had won five more games. Among them were many disciples of the ninth level of Qi training. Some of them fought too hard in the previous game. Although they won miserably, they still couldn't win.
They were eliminated in the next game; some opponents they encountered were tepid, but their own spiritual power was continuously consumed. After a few games, they no longer had the strength to fight, and they had no choice but to lose.
Liu Qinghuan frowned and looked gloomy. Without saying a word, she walked to a place with fewer people, closed her eyes and adjusted her breathing. She only looked at Bai Fengming when he came on stage to compete, and then he was completely speechless.
Bai Fengming was lucky. When it was his turn, there was no opponent who was above the eighth level of Qi training. He stood on the stage, holding the big shell on his head, with his usual silly smile, and effortlessly won ten
A winning streak.
"Damn it! Why didn't I win the number 83?" Someone in the audience said resentfully.
"Yeah, who is this idiot? I almost want someone to beat him up!"
Those who knew about it quickly spread the word about Bai Fengming's incredible luck to the people around him. By now, Bai Fengming's reputation had become huge!
------------------------------------------------------------- of
-
The monk on stage six has won four games. Seeing his opponent walk off the stage dejectedly, he is secretly proud and hopes that the next opponent will have a lower cultivation level than him, so that he can preserve more spiritual power.
To cope with the next few competitions.
"Come on on the 219th." The middle-aged foundation-building monk shouted.
He saw a disciple who was at the eighth level of qi training flying onto the stage. Fortunately, although he was at the same level as him, he believed that with his fierce attacks, the opponent would be able to step down soon.
The man introduced himself. He nodded casually without listening carefully. With a wave of his hand, he drew out his shining golden sword and slashed directly at the opponent.
The other party was wearing two or three layers of protective shields and stood there dumbly without moving. He curled up the corners of his mouth, but before he could smile that sarcastic smile, it froze on his face!
Just for a moment, the spiritual shield suddenly flashed. Before he could realize what was going on, he felt a slight pain between his eyebrows!
His two eyes converged in the middle, only to find a thin needle that was almost invisible, hanging an inch in front of his eyebrows!
The needle did not touch him at all, but the sharp energy pierced a little of the skin between his eyebrows, and a little red blood slowly seeped out.
He was stupid! Only then did he realize that there was a very small hole in his spiritual power shield, which was quickly closing.
Liu Qinghuan stood there and looked at the male cultivator opposite him dumbly for a while. After being reminded by the middle-aged foundation-building cultivator, he walked down the stage dejectedly.
Everyone in the audience was also dumbfounded. They didn't expect the battle to end so quickly. Some people who had just been distracted and didn't pay attention to the battle asked: "What's going on? Is the battle over?"
"That disciple from Zhulin Mountain won." Someone murmured to him, but looked at Liu Qinghuan in disbelief.
"What? So fast?" The person who asked shouted: "I really only blinked just now!"
"Come on on the 220th."
Another male cultivator at the eighth level of qi training flew onto the stage. He had just blinked and didn't see how that person was defeated. He put on the protective shield first, then thought about it and took an iron armor talisman on his body.
.
Everyone in the audience stared blankly at the stage this time, and those who wanted to blink restrained themselves from doing so.