Xinning didn't care about the draw, they would face each other sooner or later anyway.
Feng Yuemei, the first opponent, Xinning's understanding of Feng was even better than Feng Yuemei's. In just a dozen rounds, the stick knocked off the long sword.
"Xinning!"... Hundreds of thousands of people shouted Xinning's name in unison.
After Xinning entered the top ten, she completely let go of her fighting power and showed everyone her style.
Xiang Fengyu, the second opponent, has a big sword of more than 6,200 kilograms of earth type. Unfortunately, he only has brute strength and low artistic conception, and somehow he is lucky enough to be in the top ten. Xiang Fengyu made a terrible discovery.
, I was very small, with only seven or eight sticks, and was knocked off the ring by Xinning.
Xinning had no interest in holding back anymore. His life and death veins had been loosened, and all that was left was to fight with all his strength. With the powerful momentum of the Sixty-Two Double Seal, Xiang Fengyu came just in time to test his power. Unexpectedly, this poor kid took ten rounds in a row.
I can't resist it, it's really boring.
"Xinning!"... Hundreds of thousands of people shouted Xinning's name in unison, and the audience went crazy. These top ten players couldn't even hold on to Xinning for ten rounds, which shows Xinning's terrifying fighting power. The idol's
The power is amazing. It seems that every victory of Xinning belongs not only to himself, but also to the audience of more than 200,000 people.
The third opponent, Qin Lijie, did not even come to the ring. He shamelessly shouted at the referee above: "I surrender!" which was met with wild boos from the audience of more than 200,000.
The battle for the top ten is fierce, and each ranking determines the quality of the quiet room, not to mention that the one who makes it into the top ten is not an elite, fighting for the dignity of a warrior.
Xinning's opponent was very weak and ended quickly. Other games were fierce.
The thunder sword in the thunderstorm day is very wild, and the big sword is carrying lightning. Chen Yunhai's cloud artistic conception seems to be restrained. With one strike of the sword, the clouds and fog almost disappear. After dozens of rounds of entanglement, the whisk can hardly maintain the cloud and rain. The two sides are in the same realm, and the artistic conception is
They are all good, maybe they are restrained and admit defeat.
Liu Wenlong's gold-type sharp sword is, to be sure, sharp. I don't know if the artistic conception of Liu Xiamei's wood-type sword was also restrained. It was so powerful that the two long whips were almost cut off, and he gave up.
Zhuge Goshawk was as fast as an afterimage, and Fang Shaowu could always feel the opponent's long sword just right. The two sides were flying around the ring, but they didn't really touch each other. After more than a hundred rounds, Fang Shaowu was tired.
Yes, this is his feeling. Feelings need to be analyzed. The experienced Zhuge Gogying seized the opportunity...
Chen Yunhai, the artistic conception of the cloud is really elegant. This is the feeling that the opponent gives Xinning, a whisk is soft and tolerant. After dozens of rounds, Xinning resists while experiencing it. He likes this feeling very much, and he also likes it.
As free as a cloud.
Suddenly, Xinning felt that the feeling of the cloud was becoming more and more unreal. Maybe the other party's artistic conception was still shallow. In this case, let's end it. He waved the fifty-one reprint of the wind with his stick to blow away the so-called cloud, and also flew away the other party's
whisk.
Liu Xiamei, the artistic conception of the two long whips extends, and it feels everywhere, maybe it is determined by the characteristics of the weapons. Damn, this woman is opportunistic, and the one-foot-long whip plays with me. Xinning seizes the opportunity to roll up a long whip.
Whip, he dodged another long whip and directly threw his opponent and his stick out of the ring. The whole audience was in an uproar.
"Boss, is this okay?" Qin Lijie asked in surprise.
"It's unfortunate, no matter how she got off the stage." Xinning didn't think it mattered.
"Boss, you are so wise. Why didn't I expect that I would lose to this bitch? I'm so depressed." Qin Lijie naturally knew that he was still not strong enough. Perhaps he would be able to defeat these opponents when he reached the peak of level nine.
Qin Lijie was very miserable. He tried his best and only won one game. Xiang Fengyu only lasted a few rounds in Xinning's hands. Hey! The boss's progress is too fast. The gap is getting bigger and bigger.
The pace needs to be quickened.
Fang Shaowu's artistic conception - it feels really magical. Xinning is running at a speed of four and a half horses to deal with the opponent, and the opponent actually feels it very accurately. Is it similar to how he feels the wind, judging by the fluctuations in the air?
Xinning's hand stick was changed to wind spirit power. Although it was not as flexible as the dagger, it also changed the style of fierce fighting. It could judge the trend of the opponent's dagger through the fluctuation of the wind. The feeling of wind was extremely sensitive. Xinning and Fang Shaowu quickly
He moved around the ring nimbly, and many of the attacks from both sides retreated halfway through.
The battle scene was very strange. It was rare for Xinning to encounter such an opponent. He had a better understanding of the wind with his stick and body skills. He could feel the movement of the opponent's sword even when his back was turned - feeling was judgment.
After more than a hundred rounds, Fang Shaowu was already a little tired, but Xinning enjoyed it. A hand stick weighing more than a thousand kilograms was not a heavy burden for a high-level warrior. Sometimes, even one stick could be struck without even a single seal.
Fang Shaowu was very depressed. The stick was very heavy and didn't even have a single seal. He couldn't bear the blow. He was a speed type, and the strength of the sword was only over 5,000 kilograms. No matter how much it was, it would affect his speed.
The opponent's sense of wind was still very average. After two hundred rounds, Xinning felt that the opponent had almost no sense of it. He slashed with his stick, leaned close to him, and swept Fang Shaowu out of the ring with his kick.
The afterimage of Zhuge Goshawk is really lifelike. It is another understanding of Feng and another manifestation of Kuai. Xinning is ashamed of himself. This Feng’s artistic conception is no worse than his own, even stronger. Xinning admires this old man very much.
, it was so fast that it gave me the illusion of qualifying. It was more than four and a half horses. First of all, I lost my previous advantage in speed.
This old man's artistic conception was stronger than his own, and he also suffered a loss in artistic conception. It was difficult to deal with, and for the first time since the competition, Xinning had a headache.
Damn it! Could it be that there is an afterimage in the wind? Could it be that my thousand seals cannot cast a shadow? If the ancient power can cast thousands of great seals, isn't that also an phantom?
The fire-hand stick was used more than ten times, but no phantom was seen.
Damn it! Could I be wrong? Xinning is very powerful. The stick in his hand is billowing with fire, but it is still a stick.
Xinning's strength was dominant, and the old man did not dare to touch rashly, giving Xinning some room to think. The fire waves were rolling, yes, maybe because of his lack of skill, he could not make a stick shadow, and the fire waves on the stick
Aren't they also a lot of things? Let's sort them out. If there is no stick shadow, let's have a fire shadow.
Isn't it enough for a Hokage to deal with a phantom? Now Xinning swung out the stick, and the fire that rushed out of the stick was more than three feet away from the stick.
The fifty-one-layered fire seal was divided into two strands by the force of the wind spirit. It was effective when the old man pounced on it. It was further divided into four strands. By the time of about a hundred rounds, Xinning had been divided into eleven strands.
The old man was very depressed. He didn’t know how Xinning did it. Although the fire of the hand stick was only more than three feet away from the hand stick, the eleven fires were one more than his own afterimage. How to play? The old man was chased by Xinning very hard.
Urgent, even though I have an advantage in Qinggong, but I am being chased by my opponent, and the arena is so big, what’s the point of this competition?
He could see how powerful Xinning's hand stick was. Xiang Fengyu, a 6,200-pound earth-based sword, could do it after only a few encounters...
The fire shadow of Xinning is rising and getting better and better. Thanks to the wind, it is already three feet away from the stick. It has made great progress and I feel happy. Let's see who can hold on. Yes, the old man can't hold on.
Yes, it takes a lot of effort to twist out the phantom with your body skills. You have to exert all your strength. Xinning is just a stick. The old man consumes too much Xinning.
The old man decided to give it a try and slashed at the hand stick with his sword. Although he was knocked away, he still stayed close to Xinning. His left hand still slashed Xinning's neck like lightning. He bet that Xinning's movement was not as fast as his own. Yes, Xinning was not.
He was so quick that he dodged the knife with his neck like a tree branch blown by the wind in a strange posture, and hit the old man with his knee.
The old man got up. He didn't understand, how could his neck move like this? Yes, the wind was gentle. Xinning's Meteor Step not only incorporated the speed of the wind, but also the gentleness of the wind into the movement, making it changeable.
Xinning has repeatedly used deception to kill his opponent with one blow of his left-hand sword. The left-hand sword is not only fast, but even if the opponent dodges, Xinning's left hand is as curved as a noodle and can still hit the target. That's why it's his trump card. How could he do that?
Hit by an old man?
Xinning felt that he had won with two kinds of spiritual powers, which could be regarded as a trick. Otherwise, the light and fire spiritual powers wouldn't be able to differentiate so much.