Sure enough, as soon as the battle started, the development completely followed Qin Chen's script.
Although Long Cheng's cultivation level was not low and his strength was extremely terrifying, in the hands of the black-robed young man from the Ghost Immortal Sect, he was unable to sustain even ten moves before being blown away and defeated.
Yu Wenfeng, on the other hand, also struck out forcefully. Every punch was accompanied by an astonishing roar of punching wind. After wildly blasting more than thirty punches, he knocked Zhao Tian away.
In the final arena, Zhao Lingshan gritted her teeth and persisted under Situ Sheng's attack.
Her eyes are determined, and you can see that she has a determined attitude, resisting vigorously, and wants to win this victory.
but.
Situ Sheng was already a strong man at the peak of the mid-Xuan level before he took part in the ancient Nandu examination. Now, after receiving the baptism of the divine light of heaven, his cultivation has reached the late stage of the Xuan level in one fell swoop.
The background is really very different from that of the other party.
In the end, after persisting for hundreds of moves, Zhao Lingshan finally couldn't hold on anymore and was defeated.
"Damn it, it took me so long to deal with this guy."
Touching the sword mark on his chest, Situ Sheng's eyes were cold.
"Qin Chen..."
When being teleported out, Zhao Lingshan looked helplessly at Qin Chen in the square, her eyes full of nostalgia.
No one knows that the reason why she persists until now is not only to become stronger, but also to be able to accompany Qin Chen and go further.
Unfortunately, she failed.
Helplessly eliminated.
In this round of three games, the black-robed young man, Yu Wenfeng, and Situ Sheng finally won. They were lucky enough to enter the top twelve and get the qualification to inherit.
This result immediately caused shock to the entire Dawei Dynasty.
"Damn it, what's going on? Why is Situ Sheng the only one who wins?"
"What are Long Cheng and Zhao Tian doing that they could lose to the disciples of the Five Kingdoms and be in such an embarrassing situation?"
"After six duels, the five countries have broken into the top 12, and the number of people who have received inheritances is actually the same as my Dawei Dynasty. How is this possible!"
Many powerful men in the Dawei Dynasty simply could not accept such a result.
At this time, the competition in the arena continued.
Buzz buzz...
Six white lights landed again, and Qin Chen, who had been watching the battle, was finally selected in this round.
"Who is my opponent?"
Looking up, Qin Chen saw that his opponent was actually Xiao Jinghong from the Dawei Dynasty.
This person had previously made a strong attack in the assessment of the Trace Stone, defeating all the players before him and setting a high altitude record.
And he acted extremely arrogantly.
"Hey, my opponent is actually you."
Seeing Qin Chen, Xiao Jinghong was also stunned.
Immediately he couldn't help but sneered: "Boy, you actually met me. It seems that you are very unlucky. Those losers just now are not even a match for the untouchables of the five countries. Today I will show them. I, Xiao Jinghong,
How did I defeat you pariahs from the Five Nations?"
With an indifferent tone, Xiao Jinghong looked down at Qin Chen with disdain in his eyes.
"Three moves to defeat you, I only need three moves."
He raised his right hand and pointed at Qin Chen. Xiao Jinghong's eyes were filled with contempt.
"No, how come Master Chen met this guy?"
Outside the ancient southern capital, Xiao Zhan and others were shocked, with bitter expressions on their faces.
Zhao Lingshan also showed worry in her eyes.
Xiao Jinghong has shown amazing strength in both assessments and arena competitions. In the previous two rounds of competition, none of his opponents could persist in three moves. It can be seen that he did not say this randomly.
But I do have the confidence to do so.
"Hahaha, then Qin Chen actually met Xiao Jinghong. It seems that he will definitely lose this round."
"There is no doubt that with Xiao Jinghong's strength, killing him is like killing a dog."
Where the Dawei Dynasty is located, many powerful people are extremely excited.
"There won't be any accidents this time, right?"
But there were still strong men who couldn't help but mutter, with strange expressions on their faces, which made many people feel anxious.
The previous Qin Chen was too weird. Not only did he win in first place in the three rounds of preliminaries, but he also performed amazingly in the previous group competition.
Therefore, many people are wondering whether there will be another accident this time.
"Don't worry, Xiao Jinghong is not as good as Zhuge Qing and others. He is a genius of the Qingyun Sect and has a profound foundation. How can he be defeated by that kid?"
"Hey, let's take a look."
Many people are confident.
"Three moves? In that case, let me see how you defeat me in three moves."
Looking at the arrogant Xiao Jinghong in front of him, Qin Chen looked indifferent.
"You don't believe it?!"
Xiao Jinghong was stunned, as if he was insulted: "Then just watch.
"Yun Juan Yun Shu!"
With a ferocious laugh, Xiao Jinghong came up and used his secret skill of Jingyun Jue to the extreme. In an instant, the entire arena was filled with roaring winds and sweeping clouds, which were even mixed with streaks of silver lightning. Storms and clouds swept across the arena.
Zhong Xiao Jinghong is extremely powerful, with his long hair flaunting freely, and he is unparalleled in dominance.
Compared with the previous attack on the stone tablet, Xiao Jinghong's strength has more than doubled.
On the opposite side of the ring, Qin Chen's face was expressionless, and his mysterious rusty sword struck out with a brilliant sword light. The sword light flickered and penetrated Xiao Jinghong's Fengyun attack.
Tsk!
The terrifying sword light instantly tore apart the wind and rain sweeping across the arena, making it a powerful mess.
"What, it was broken?"
"Wind and lingering clouds!"
Xiao Jinghong's face remained unchanged as he punched out again. An astonishing bloodline power surged above his body. The combination of the two created storms and clouds everywhere in the arena. The power was astonishing, and thick dragons formed one after another.
It was rolled up and galloping around the ring, and there were even more roars looming in it, which was frightening.
“Interesting!”
Qin Chen's eyes were calm. The other party combined the two powers of Fengyun and added his own understanding of Fengyun's artistic conception to form a unique Fengyun artistic conception that oppressed his spirit and body.
This technique has surpassed ordinary secret martial arts.
But it's not enough.
Click!
Although the grade of the mysterious rust sword is unclear, there is no doubt that it is extremely hard, surpassing most treasure weapons. Qin Chen used his true power and concentrated his mind into the mysterious rust sword, easily tearing open the thick tornado.
swirl.
Boom boom!
The strong wind like a hurricane whimpered in the ring and spread in all directions.
"Damn it, if you do this again, you will be shocked!"
After two moves were defeated, Xiao Jinghong was furious, his eyes were like lightning, and he shouted sharply. He formed an arch with his hands, and a unique force field formed between his hands, forming an attack like a cloud pillar.
There were even more wind and clouds surging among them, and they fell down in an instant.
"This is the third move!"
Qin Chen sneered. The moment the opponent took action, a cold light burst out from his eyes. The mysterious rusty sword in his hand struck out like lightning, and the real power in his body exploded crazily.
Boom!
A long splendid sword shadow rushed forward in the void, countless streams of light flashed past, exploded, and turned into a winding sword river, instantly shattering Xiao Jinghong's condensed cloud pillar attack.
Poof!
The protective power on the body surface was as vulnerable as fragile white paper. It burst into pieces. Xiao Jinghong's eyes widened and he flew backwards. Blood spurted from his mouth. A hideous wound several feet long appeared on his chest.
Blood like spring water gushes out from it and scatters all over the ground.
"Is this what you said about defeating me in three moves?"
On the platform, Qin Chen stood with his sword retracted, looking down at Xiao Jinghong, who was lying on the ground unable to move. His indifferent voice slowly echoed on the platform.