In the group round robin, Xinning's hand stick with the fifty-layered fire seal looked sternly at them. With its powerful momentum, the opponent was defeated in a few rounds, and some were even chopped off the ring. The hand stick is indeed thicker than the sword, and is more suitable for the "Thousand-layered Seal"
With great strength, they entered the next round of the big cycle (Xinning's group of eleven people) with ten wins and ten battles.
Xinning's battle was very fast, and he also took a look at Jiang Huaishui, the seed in his division. Jiang Huaishui was not tall, so he used a thin sword and felt very fast, which is the word "kuai". The sword is fast, and the movement is also fast. One of them has two
The 3-meter-tall fire-type man had nearly 6,000 kilograms of strength. In less than ten rounds, Jiang Huaishui got close to him with a stick and pierced his body. He barely survived (show mercy).
I don't know how many good warriors who could have entered the top 50 due to injuries had to give up or even die. This was just a group round robin.
Wang Dali, Li Ying, Zhao Guangyin, and Qin Lijie also advanced smoothly, although they lost more or less one or two games. The Samurai competition went very quickly, and was completed in three days.
In the Grand Round, the first opponent put Comrade Xinning through a severe test. Xinning spent a lot of effort, fighting with a fifty-weight fire seal hand stick and the opponent's nearly six thousand kilogram sword.
More than fifty rounds.
Xinning is very persistent and believes that the fifty-fold fire seal will make progress. Is it possible that only the ninth level can wield the sixty-fold fire seal? The fifty-fold fire seal combined with the amazing momentum is no less powerful than the opponent's six thousand kilogram sword. The persistent Xinning
Even if Ning didn't add a trace of wind spiritual power, the internal energy supply of the two eighth-level spiritual energy seeds was not much worse than that of the ninth-level opponent.
After a hundred blows, Xinning, who was hysterical and exhausted, was a little desperate. Yes, he completely forgot that he could knock his opponent off the ring with just a hint of wind power.
The opponent's big sword struck again. Faced with the opponent's heavy blow, the desperate Xinning didn't even dodge. Instead, he struck at the opponent's big sword with a stick. Fifty-one reprints! With only a hundred kilograms more, the opponent's big sword
The sword flew off the ring, he won!
Human potential is really unlimited. He recalled that during an earthquake in his previous life, a respectable mother actually held up a concrete slab of several hundred kilograms with both hands for the sake of her child before she died.
At this time, Xinning was very tired, and her body felt relaxed for some reason. It seemed that the main meridians in her hands, legs, stomach, and lungs that had been opened before had broadened, and the spiritual energy was running faster.
The life and death arteries in the lungs were loosened. Yes, I didn’t expect that this was only the first game of the Grand Round. Firstly, the life and death arteries were loosened; secondly, the body function became more reasonable; thirdly, I broke through in "Thousands of Seals" and participated by myself.
The biggest purpose of the competition was achieved.
Xinning helped up his opponent and said sincerely "Thank you!".
"You seem to have broken through something?" the tall man in Tsing Yi opposite said feeling.
"Yes, so thank you for inviting you to drink when I have the opportunity." Xinning was very happy.
"Okay, remember it's Flame Drunk." The big man in Tsing Yi was very optimistic. Yes, he also played very well, even though he lost.
"Definitely!" After more than a hundred rounds of fighting, Xinning recovered quickly due to the re-evolution of his main veins. The prescribed half hour was enough for him to recover.
If you want to win the championship, you must not lose a game, because once you meet again in the next round, the previous record will be remembered and there will be no rematch.
Jiang Huaishui lost, yes, a sword faster than him.
Ouyang Qingping is only thirty-five years old and is at the peak of the ninth level of the warrior. I have no impression of a woman in green before. In less than fifty rounds, Jiang Huaishui's chest clothes were scratched. There is no need to compare.
Zhao Guangyin was seriously injured. Fortunately, the organizing committee was very humane. Seeing that he was not dead, they gave him medicine. The competition could not go on because there was a big hole in his chest. Fortunately, Zhao Guangyin's instinct allowed him to survive.
At the critical moment of life and death, Guangyin twisted his upper body an inch, avoiding his heart.
Zhao Guangyin still remembers the opponent's last words, "A genius's friend is so weak." His opponent Feng Sidao!
"Damn it, I have a grudge against him? Humph!" Xinning thought bitterly as several family members sent Zhao Guangyin back to his residence to recover from his injuries.
"Dali, and you two, when you meet Feng Sidao, Liu Wenlong will do what you can. We are here to compete, not to die." Xinning turned around and told his three companions.
"Boss, we are in trouble, remember to avenge Lao Zhao." Qin Lijie muttered.
"What do you think? Huh!" Xinning said gloomily. I don't know how Feng Sidao could hold a grudge against him, even his own friends. Huh!
"Copy that." Qin Lijie thought of the killings in the forest and knew Xinning's temper.
What's worse is that Wang Dali met Liu Wenlong. The stubborn Wang Dali even wanted to avenge Zhao Guangyin. Liu Wenlong's gold-type sword actually cut off Wang Dali's big stick. Fortunately, the big stick blocked Liu Wenlong's gold-type big sword.
With some force, Wang Dali was hit in the back by Liu Wenlong and Wang Dali's remaining force, and he flew down the ring. Fortunately, he wore inner armor. He broke an unknown number of bones on his body, but he barely managed to save his life. It looked like he was gone for a year and a half.
The download is difficult to restore.
Now only Qin Lijie and Li Ying are still persisting, and Xinning has also won several games in a row.
At night, Xinning did not sleep. He made fifty-one reprints of the hand stick and successfully added sixty-two reprints of wind spirit power. There were two hundred kilograms more. With the baptism of the main vein again, the fifty-one reprints of fire seemed to be faintly restored.
Can make progress.
"Could it be that a person's main veins can be cultivated multiple times?" Xinning wondered why the ninth level could reach the sixtyth reprint, and how much higher the ninth level was than the eighth level...
Xinning is like a baby thinking about the reasons that may have come from past lives and always wants to know the root cause.
The re-baptism of the main vein allowed Xinning's left-hand wind sword to break through to the fifty-first level. The speed of the wind determines the power, and the power reacts on the speed.
On the stage, Jiang Huaishui, who was dressed in green clothes, looked at Xinning slowly on the stage with contempt and said, "You have a lot of brute force, but unfortunately, it's useless in front of me."
"Really? It seems like you're not very fast?" Xinning said nonchalantly.
"You are quite famous, but it's a pity that this is not a singing competition, haha!" Jiang Huaishui seemed to be amusing himself in Xinning.
"Young pretty boy, you're a piece of trash who can't even beat a woman. You don't have the right to laugh at me, haha!" Since his opponent looked down on him, Xinning didn't give him any face. What the hell, you're so arrogant in front of me. It's really ridiculous.
"Humph! You are looking for death." Jiang Huaishui was angry.
Jiang Huaishui's speed is really fast. The bad thing is that Xinning, who seems to be a power type, has two attributes, and his speed is not slower than him. When the fast sword seems to accidentally touch the hand stick, the fast sword turns into a flying sword. No. 7
The seeds have lost two games in a row.
"Jiang Huaishui's speed is definitely inferior. This Xinning really has some skills, strength and speed." Feng Sidao and Liu Wenlong have a good relationship. The two families are very close, and the two often go out to practice together.
The two of them naturally observed the strong performance of Xinning, a genius with only level 8. Feng Sidao and Liu Wenlong severely injured Xinning's friends, so they expected that Xinning would not let them go.
I didn't think anything of it at first, but a bunch of rubbish actually made me stand down in front of everyone. I taught them a lesson and vented my anger. This is the right of the strong men in this world. Unexpectedly, this Xinning turned out to be very powerful. Liu Wenlong said this with good intentions.
He reminded his best friend Feng Sidao to be careful of Xinning's revenge.
"Oh, I really didn't expect it to be so fast, but it's not enough to hurt me. Brother Wenlong should have no problem dealing with him." Feng Sidao felt that even if he was defeated, could Xinning still hurt himself? It's a joke.
"Well, if he is at this level, he is still far from it. He is just a strong ant." Liu Wenlong said confidently.
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"Grandma, this Xinning's artistic conception is also very high. I didn't expect that at such a young age, not only could she sing well, but she was also so strong." Liu Xiamei communicated with her grandma in a low voice.
"Well, he is indeed a genius, and his potential is higher than yours. I heard that he is only fifteen or sixteen years old, but it is a pity that he participated in the competition when he was only in the eighth level. He is still a little bit behind, and he is not your opponent yet." Liu Xiamei's grandmother Liu Shanmei
Said approvingly.
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"Yunhai, this Xinning's movement seems a bit similar to yours. I'm not sure. With such a fast speed, your advantage over your strong rival is no longer obvious." Chen Sihai, the patriarch of the Chen family, seemed to be in Xinning's body.
Something he felt reminded Chen Yunhai.
"Well, it doesn't matter. If he is just fast, I can deal with him." Chen Yunhai naturally felt threatened by Xinning's speed, but his own artistic conception also restrained his speed.
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"Holy crap! This Xinning really doesn't show his face. Maybe these 100 gold coins can really be turned into 10,000 gold coins!"
"Yes, even the seeded players lost to Xinning. It's really possible."
"Where is it? Didn't you see that Liu Wenlong's golden artistic conception is already very deep? Even such a thick big stick was cut off. Can Xinning's small stick hold up?"
"Yes, this artistic conception is really terrifying. Chen Yunhai's artistic conception can easily resolve even such heavy force. He is also a master."
"Although Xinning is also very strong, there are too many masters this time. Maybe the top ten will be fine."
"Yes, you see, there are so many new masters of artistic conception emerging. Liu Xiamei, Fang Shaowu, and even Ouyang Qingping are so fast with their swords. This time the palace is more lively."
"It is said that Feng Sidao and Liu Wenlong injured Xinning's friend. Interesting! It might turn into a life and death battle, haha."
"Yeah, I was a bit harsh, but there's nothing I can do about it. This competition is about life and death, so it's good to be alive."