The top ten are selected, and this internal competition enters the final stage.
"Jun Nitian, Lengfeng, Qingyue...Wang Han." Changfeng Immortal Lord read each name one by one and glanced down. All the inner disciples held their breath and waited for the upcoming decisive battle.
Jun Nitian and others whose names were called walked onto the fighting stage.
Immortal Lord Changfeng glanced at the ten people below indifferently, and said words that made Jun Nitian and the others stunned.
"The ten of you each choose one as your opponent and start the competition immediately."
Immortal Lord Changfeng left after saying this and sat on the high platform waiting for the battle to begin.
On the fighting stage, Jun Nitian, Qingyue and others looked at each other. They didn't expect that the final competition would let them choose their own opponents. This was really strange.
"Wang Han, let's have a fight!"
After a moment of silence, Lord Yu Huayun rolled his eyes, picked an inner disciple and said.
"Uh..." The inner disciple named Wang Han suddenly had a dark face and followed Lord Yu Huayun to another martial arts arena.
This inner sect disciple named Wang Han is actually very famous in the inner sect, but he is eclipsed in front of the five kings of the inner sect. At this moment, when he heard that Yu Huayunjun was going to fight him, he knew in his heart that he would probably escape and be eliminated.
Already.
On the fighting stage, Yu Hua Yunjun made the first move, which made the remaining people's eyes light up. They obviously saw the advantage of taking the first move. This is because this can avoid fighting with the pervert Jun Nitian and avoid being eliminated first.
Qingyue reacted the fastest, selected the remaining three inner sect disciples who were not the five inner sect kings, and started to fight.
Feng Wuchen also looked at the remaining two at this moment. The expressions of those two people were extremely ugly at this moment. They obviously knew the plans of these inner sect kings, but they had nothing to do.
"You come with me!" Jun Nitian suddenly pointed at one of them and said.
Everyone was stunned for a moment, especially the person pointed at by Jun Nitian, whose expression was extremely horrifying.
On the other hand, Feng Wuchen and others breathed a sigh of relief, as they no longer had to worry about confronting Jun Nitian.
Feng Wuchen also chose someone. Nanyang Batian originally wanted to choose but Feng Wuchen beat him to it. In this way, on the fighting stage, only the cold-faced Lengfeng and the ugly-faced Nanyang Batian were left.
"Nanyang Batian, it seems that your luck is not very good." Lengfeng looked at Nanyang Batian opposite, with a flash of ridicule in his eyes.
"Hmph, do you think you can beat me?" Although Nanyang Batian is worried about the cold wind, it does not mean that he is afraid of the cold wind. He is also the five kings of the inner sect. He is not afraid of any of them. He just didn't want to fight with them first.
It's just a confrontation, after all, what follows is the real decisive battle.
"You are Jun Nitian's defeated general. Before I fight Jun Nitian, I will use your sword as a sacrifice. I hope you will not disappoint me." Lengfeng said coldly, a light flashed in his hand, and a seven-foot sword
The long sword appeared, flashing with an icy cold light, exuding a deep chill.
At this moment, Leng Feng's entire body seemed like a sharp sword, its sword intent reaching into the sky.
In the audience, Jian Fei, who was watching the battle, narrowed his eyes. He felt an aura similar to his own on Leng Feng, which was the unique aura of a swordsman. At the same time, Leng Feng's personality was similar to his, and he was also as cold as a sword.
Perhaps, this will make them top swordsmen!
"Shameless talk!"
On the fighting stage, Nanyang Batian roared, and his whole body surged with all his strength. Leng Feng's last words made him angry. Jun Nitian was a scar on him. At this moment, the scar was revealed, making him furious. He vowed to
Crush the cold wind to pieces.
"Come on, I hope you can take my ten swords!" Leng Feng's cold gaze was like a long sword in his hand, piercing into Nanyang Batian's heart, causing him to shrink his eyes unconsciously and feel a little palpitated.
"Hmph, stop talking nonsense...Nanyang Fierce Sun Fist!"
Nanyang Batian snorted coldly, and his body erupted with thousands of golden rays of light. Like the red sun, it gradually rose out of the clouds, miraculously suspended in the air, reflecting thousands of brilliance, and reflected in the sea of clouds, with continuous fluctuations.
The water surface turned into thousands of lightning snakes, scurrying around and dazzling.
Golden light burst out, rolling and surging in the air, gradually turning into an energy storm, swallowing up the cold wind.
"Not bad, but still far from it."
A hint of admiration flashed in Lengfeng's eyes, and then turned into ice coldness. The long sword in his hand stabbed out flatly. The sword returned to its original nature and was unremarkable, but the space around the long sword lost its luster, as if everyone's spiritual energy of heaven and earth had been swallowed up.
The long sword caused layer upon layer of collapse and collapse.
The speed of this sword is very slow, but it makes people feel that it is extremely fast. It is really a contradiction.
Only Changfeng Immortal Lord, who was watching the battle on the high platform, showed a surprised look, and then he smiled broadly.
Nanyang Batian on the opposite side suddenly felt a strong crisis. He could not resist the sword in front of him, as if no matter which way he hid, he would be stabbed by the sword.
Nanyang Batian is not simple either. He knows that Leng Feng's sword is very powerful and he can only greet it but cannot dodge it, otherwise he will suffer a devastating blow.
"ah……"
Nanyang Tyrant looked up to the sky and screamed. The infinite energy rushing in his body continued to explode, forming a surging force that spurted out and gradually gathered on his fists. His hair stood up to the sky, and the pores on his body were all over the place.
A strong aura is constantly spraying out from everywhere. Looking from a distance, it looks like the devil standing between heaven and earth. It is majestic and majestic, making people feel a sense of fear.
As Nanyang Batian punched out his fists, unparalleled power surged upwards, making a burst of thunder in the sky, like a bell, with a vast and majestic momentum.
But the sword light of the cold wind is like a ray of light in the darkness, breaking the calm of the darkness and bringing the first ray of light.
At the junction of fists and swords, the entire space collapsed, and countless spatial airflows spewed out, wreaking havoc.
Nanyang Batian roared angrily. Although he resisted Leng Feng's sword, a bloody sword mark appeared on his neck. Apparently, the sword just now almost cost him his life.
Leng Feng's attack was merciless, leaving all the inner disciples watching the battle stunned.
Compared with the battle between Lengfeng and Nanyang Batian, the battles in other places ended relatively quickly. Yuhua Yunjun, Qingyue, Feng Wuchen, and Jun Nitian had finished their opponents early and stood aside to watch Lengfeng and Nanyang.
The battle of Tyrant.
Seeing that Leng Feng almost killed Nanyang Batian with his sword just now, the four people including Jun Nitian were shocked.
No one expected the cold wind to be so strong, and its sword energy to be so sharp and unstoppable.
Jun Nitian couldn't help but look at the so-called five inner sect kings again. It seemed that except for Nanyang Batian, a trash who did not live up to his name, the others all had trump cards.