[69 Book Bar - www.] Just when Yang Feng thought the victory or defeat was decided, he saw that the sword was almost touching Yang Quan's neck, but he heard Yang Quan shout violently, and saw that he did not move, but erupted from his body.
He released nine sword qi, blocking the direction in which his nine swords were slashing. The nine sword qi shot towards his nine swords without any deviation or missing an inch.
Bang bang bang bang! Nine sounds in a row sounded almost at the same time. Yang Quan used the sword energy of the nine swords and the sword energy of the Seven-Star Zhenyuan Sword to seal the attack trajectories of Yang Feng's nine swords from different directions and break them in one fell swoop.
The nine swords were broken, Yang Quan stood still, but Yang Feng was so shocked that he stepped back again and again. He stopped after nine steps in a row. He looked at Yang Quan with a pale and uncertain face, as if he had seen a ghost. What is the end of this golden elixir monk?
What is the origin? Jun Lin's Nine Slashes, which even the Great Sage could not withstand, were completely destroyed by him, and it was still 100% powerful.
Yang Quan slowly opened his eyes, smiled slightly at Yang Feng, and said in his mouth: "Concession, concession!"
Everyone on the platform was numb. This golden elixir monk was simply unbelievable. Yang Feng's ultimate move was broken by him. It was unbelievable. After this battle, this golden elixir monk will definitely become famous in the Sword-sharpening Continent.
, even the free domain.
Bang, bang, bang! Poof!
While everyone was surprised, an even more maddening scene appeared. The sword in Yang Feng's hand was cut into pieces, and fell from the sword to the ring piece by piece, making a clanging sound. There were nine segments in total. Yang Feng held down
From his chest, he looked up to the sky and spurted out a mouthful of blood. This sword was his natal magic weapon. It was a quasi-sacred weapon that had been trained in sacrifices. At this moment, it was cut off and he was bitten back.
"Failed, Yang Feng was completely defeated, even the sword was broken by the Jindan monk!" The old man came to a conclusion.
"All of these geniuses are arrogant. I wonder if Yang Feng will be defeated so miserably today. If he can't adjust in his heart, I'm afraid he will be shackles in his heart and it will be difficult to make progress in the future!"
"Let's take a look!" The old man motioned for everyone to continue reading.
Yang Feng took a deep breath, then threw the hilt of the sword in his hand on the ground. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his free hand, curled the corner of his mouth and said with a chic smile: "Your Excellency's attainments in swordsmanship make Yang Feng convinced. Yang Feng loses."
After all, this is Yang Feng’s waist card, Yang Feng will quit automatically!”
"Wait!" Yang Quan called Yang Feng. Yang Feng hesitated for a moment, but he already held the belt tightly in his hand.
"What else does your Excellency have to do?" Yang Feng stared at Yang Quan.
"I was lucky to win this move. Your sword move is really exquisite. Yang Quan admires you very much. Seeing that you are also a good swordsman, Yang Quancheng really wants to make friends with you. After the game, we can discuss the way of swordsmanship. No.
Do you know what you think?" Yang Quan didn't show any pretense at all, Yang Feng could still see this.
"Very good, Yang Feng also had this intention, but Yang Feng lost and was afraid that you would dislike it, so he was too embarrassed to speak!"
"How could I be such a person?" Yang Quan showed enough sincerity and his tone was very sincere.
"If Yang Feng guessed correctly, you are the disciple of the powerful Shengyin, right?"
"Exactly!" Yang Quan admitted frankly without shying away.
"Your Excellency is so charming that you took three Holy Realm Taoists to Mojian City. The news of summoning the Holy Realm servants has already spread to everyone in Mojian Continent!"
Yang Quan was stunned for a while. How could something like last night have been spread this morning? He smiled helplessly: "It's funny, it's funny!"
"They all said that you relied on the protection of Shengyin to be so beautiful. They said that you are a fox pretending to be a tiger. I believed it at first, but after today's battle, Yang Feng completely changed his mind. You are not a fox, but a tiger!"
"That's ridiculous!" Yang Quan smiled speechlessly.
Everyone in the stands was dumbfounded. The two people who had just used a decisive move were now talking at length and no longer fighting. They were chatting at close range. What was going on? Everyone was talking about it.
"Brother, I won't delay you anymore. Look at the statistics monument. Your ranking has dropped again. Let's discuss it in detail after the game!" Yang Feng looked at the statistics monument, was slightly surprised, and reminded him.
"That's fine! There's plenty of time to talk in detail after the game! Let's talk about it after the game!" Yang Quan said, cupping his fists.
"Well, it's still undecided. Come on, Your Excellency, but let me remind you that the sword-loving Saint has arranged a lot of people for this competition and will definitely eradicate you. You should be careful!" Before leaving, Yang Feng reminded him again.
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"Thanks for the reminder!"
With a click, Yang Feng squeezed his waist card with a smile, and was sucked out of the ring by suction. Yang Quan won, and his ranking rose up five places, exactly ninety, because the battle with Yang Feng just took too long.
Moreover, after chatting for so long, we were overtaken by many during this period and ranked almost at the bottom.
Yang Quan stared at the statistics monument, waiting for the suction to be attracted, but the suction force did not appear for a long time. Suddenly, the statistics monument flashed with red light, the data froze, and then a loud sound echoed over the entire competition arena.
"The promotion stage is over. The list of the top 100 players is now on the statistics monument. There will be a qualifying match later. According to the rules of the qualifying match, the players on the list will be randomly selected to compete. The loser will win.
Ninety percent of the number of games will be directly added to the winner, until the last two people finish the duel, the final ranking will be determined again based on the number of wins!"
Phew! Yang Quan took a long breath, thinking that was the end. As soon as he heard about the qualifying competition and the rules, he felt a little relieved. Fortunately, he still had a chance. He stared at the statistics monument.
First place: Jian Wuxie, with 973 wins.
Second place: Zhan Tian, with 955 wins, almost the same as first place.
Third place: Sanjie, with 899 wins, and is also closely pursued.
As soon as Yang Quan saw the name Sanjie, he guessed that this person might be a monk, but he didn't think much about it. Instead, he looked down and saw his own name, the ninety-fifth one: Yang Quan, thirty wins.
Nine games, and every difference from 96th place to 100th place means one less win.
Yang Quan couldn't help but stick out his tongue and sighed in his heart, it was so dangerous, he was almost squeezed out.
There was a roar in the void, and boundless suction fell, attracting the remaining one hundred people on the field out and back to their lounge. Only then did these people have some time to rest. Yang Quan sat on the jade chair.
These 100 people were the 100 people who advanced to the qualifying round. As soon as everyone returned to the lounge, they started to inquire about other opponents.
In a lounge.
"Is that Jindan monk dead?"
"Not yet, he is number 95 on the statistical monument, Yang Quan!"
"It's interesting that you can advance to the qualifying round! Haven't you met any of our people before?"
"Yes, I encountered quite a few, but he killed them all! Leader, be careful, this kid is hiding his secrets, even Yang Feng was defeated by him!"
"What? Yang Feng, you are talking about Yang Feng, the number one person below the Saint Realm? The Yang Feng of Mojian Sect?"
"Exactly!"
"Okay, I got it!" A middle-aged man put away the jade talisman, frowned and said to himself: "Even Yang Feng was defeated by him. Although Yang Feng is only in the semi-saint realm, he has great power.
With the strength of the Saint, it seems that this golden elixir monk is not simple! But it’s okay, if he is stronger, he will not be killed by others. He can only die in my hands, and those rewards are mine, hehe!"
This person is Jian Wuxie, the number one player in the promotion competition. He appears to be at the peak of the Half-Saint realm, but his strength is unfathomable, and no one knows what other trump cards he has hidden.
In another room, a monk was meditating with his eyes closed. Suddenly his messenger jade talisman shone brightly, and his consciousness was released, and his face looked a little ugly.
I saw the jade talisman written on it: Three Rings, if you meet a man named Yang Quan in a while, you will lose to him and let him fight Jian Wuxie. The sect this person belongs to has a grudge against the Jian Wu Xie.
This is what Sword Saint Lord's letter said. If you lose to him, you will get a generous reward.
But if you kill him, the reward will be gone, and you will also offend the Sword-Happy Sect. The Sword-Happy Saint wants his own people to kill him with his own hands. My teacher knows that you are aggressive, so it will be difficult for you to give up, but for
The master agreed to the sword-loving saint, so this time, you must listen to my master.
Sanjie put away the message jade talisman with some anger, and said through gritted teeth: "Why? I have worked so hard to defeat so many opponents, and the master just said one word and told me to give up? No, I don't want those rewards.
I want to be famous!”
In the third resting room, another person also got the news that a golden elixir monk had defeated Yang Feng. This person was Zhan Tian. He and Yang Feng were both talented disciples of the Sword Sect. The two were equally powerful.
In the meantime, Zhan Tian has not been able to break Yang Feng's Junlin Nine Slashes, and is a little inferior. If Yang Quan and Yang Feng hadn't been entangled for so long, Yang Feng would have won nearly a thousand games and squeezed into the front.
three.
"Yang Feng, Yang Feng, I wanted to fight you in this fighting competition and break your Junlin Nine Slashes, but... this is so fucking damn bad. You actually lost to a little Golden Core cultivator.
Don't tell others that you know me when you go out from now on!" Zhan Tian sent a message to Yang Feng and scolded him for a while. It seemed that the relationship between the two was quite good in private.
"Brother Zhan Tian, don't underestimate the enemy. When you meet this Jindan monk, just wait for your three fighting styles to be broken by him! When you come out, I will never recognize you!
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"So awesome?"
"Whether God is God or not, you will know in one try. You know my strength, Yang Feng, and you also know my vision. Over the years, there are not many people that I, Yang Feng, can admire, and this golden elixir monk is one of them!"
"Interesting, hey, Yang Feng, just wait, I will avenge you!"
"Okay, I'll wait to collect the body for you!"
Zhan Tian was speechless. This golden elixir monk was blown up to the sky by Yang Feng. He knew Yang Feng best. Although he was usually personable and gentle, his strength was extraordinary. He suffered a lot under him, and he rarely praised others. Zhan Tian
Believing Yang Feng's words, he became more cautious.
