"It's too strong. It's so strong that even Senior Brother Feng Ping can't get away with it."
"Although Senior Brother Feng Ping lost to Ye Chen, he is one of the best in Qinggong among the inner disciples. He was unable to dodge Senior Brother Meng Chong's sword. The gap cannot be measured in miles."
"Senior Brother Mengchong this year is even more terrifying than last year."
Listening to everyone's discussion, Ye Chen frowned slightly. The Blood Shadow Sword Meng Chong was indeed very powerful. His sword skills were very simple, just fast, accurate, and ruthless. There was nothing fancy about it, but when it came to his hands, it worked like a charm.
The power of Gui Piyi.
In a duel with him, if your skills are not high enough, don't play tricks, otherwise you will die miserably.
The moment Meng Chong stepped down from the stage, the dozens of people who were qualified to compete for the top ten disciples of the inner sect all looked at him with fear.
Yi Qing, a skinny iron fan, gave a wry smile, "I originally thought I could catch up with him this year, but it seems I'm falling further and further behind."
Next to him, Song Fei said in surprise: "Yi Qing, you were ranked second in the last session?"
"What's the use of being second? The gap is too big. He has already reached the forefront of core disciples."
"The core disciples are at the forefront." Sein Fei took a breath of air. He knew very well how perverted the core disciples at the top were. Although everyone was at the late stage of the Condensation Realm or at the peak of the latter stage, the core disciples were slightly more powerful.
Anyone who can defeat him with just one move, let alone a top-ranked core disciple, is simply the most perverted of perverts.
In the fourth game, it was Ye Chen's turn, and his opponent was Yang Lie.
As soon as he came on stage, Yang Lie stepped back far away, trying to distance himself from Ye Chen, fearing that the other party would suddenly disappear in front of him.
Ye Chen shook his head and smiled bitterly, standing still.
When the distance reached thirty steps, Yang Lie stopped his retreat, holding the long knife in both hands and slashed three sword flashes towards Ye Chen's position.
Moving his body slightly, he cleverly avoided the sword's light. Ye Chen stomped the ground with the sole of his foot, releasing his dark energy.
"burst!"
boom!
The platform under Yang Lie's feet exploded, and his body was thrown high into the air and fell to the bottom of the stage.
This was beyond everyone's expectations. They thought Ye Chen would defeat the opponent with speed, but they didn't expect this scene to happen.
The fifth game was played by Zhang Haoran. Although he lost to Ghost Sword Li Kuang, he was still very strong. He defeated his opponent in less than ten moves and gained two points.
The next six, seven and eight games were all without any suspense. They were just torture and not interesting at all.
"The ninth game, Pei Shaoqing versus Tiefeng."
Buzz!
After the deacon who drew lots finished speaking, the venue finally started to boil.
Pei Shaoqing, who was ranked above Ghost Sword Li Kuang in the last term, has a kind attitude and seems easy to get along with. Only those who know him know that this person will act like a demon if he doesn't do it. He is as cruel as a demon when he does it. Even Li Kuang is afraid
I am very afraid of my friend.
Tiefeng, a representative late bloomer, defeated Sein Fei, who is famous for his kicking skills, with three legs. He has the style of a master and is as stable as a mountain.
The two of them can be said to be at odds with each other. Without a fight, you really don’t know who is stronger and who is weaker.
"Tie Feng, please show mercy later!" Pei Shaoqing said with a smile.
Tie Feng said honestly: "Okay!"
I don't know why, but when they saw Tiefeng's expression, everyone wanted to laugh. He smiled knowingly. This person is not annoying at all, but only admirable. He admires his hard work, admires his perseverance, and even more admires his enthusiasm.
He seems honest and honest, but also has the magnanimity of a master.
Hearing this, Pei Shaoqing's smile faded and his heart tightened. His intuition told him that Tiefeng was difficult to deal with, very difficult to deal with. If he wanted to win, he must show his full strength.
Unconsciously, Pei Shaoqing's palms were painted purple, like a demon. He shouted loudly, rushed towards Tiefeng, and slapped his palm forward.
Woo!
The air was torn apart, making a shrill sound like howling ghosts and wolves. Some inner disciples nearby turned pale and looked frightened.
Tiefeng's expression was still so naive, but when he started to move, everyone knew that it was difficult to deal with naive people, and the pressure from his momentum had no effect on him.
He tilted his body slightly, raised his right foot, and with these two simple movements, Tie Feng's aura changed, and a surging momentum gathered and merged into his body.
"broken!"
With a kick, Pei Shaoqing's palm strength melted and disintegrated. The huge impact forced him to stop his momentum. However, as one of the top ten disciples of the inner sect in the previous session, Pei Shaoqing naturally still had some strength left, and his body circled around
Tiefeng turned a small circle and suddenly launched a second wave of attacks.
"Monsters appear all over the mountains and plains!"
Woo...roar...
The purple-green palm wind was like a dark cloud, covering Xiang Tiefeng overwhelmingly. If it had been other people inside, they would have been shattered before the fight even started.
"Tiefeng is in danger now!"
"Senior Brother Pei Shaoqing is not Sein Fei after all. How can he be so easy to deal with?"
"I wonder how many moves Tiefeng can withstand?"
Ye Chen had a different view than others. After Tiefeng's first move, the momentum had been building up, and it was Pei Shaoqing who was in danger.
as expected.
Facing the purple-green palm wind that filled the sky and the fields, Tiefeng put his tongue to his chin and opened his mouth to let out a loud shout.
The sound of shouting was like thunder, shaking the air like water waves, rolling and swaying.
"One kick can stir up the storm and sweep across the world."
Standing in the center of the platform, Tie Feng's momentum increased infinitely, and he was kicking out with one leg.
This leg triggered the general trend, causing a strong wind to descend on the martial arts square, and with the majestic leg strength, it faced the purple-green palm wind.
Crack!
It was as if there was a sound of thunder, and the whole table was turbulent, making it impossible for people to look directly at it.
next moment!
A figure flew out upside down, spurting out a large mouthful of blood.
It's Pei Shaoqing!
"Incredible, Tiefeng won."
"How many legs did Tiefeng show just now? Did you see it?"
"It seems to have five legs, and it seems to have nine legs!"
"Why do all I see are the shadows of legs?"
Ye Chen smiled faintly, this Tiefeng is very strong, and there are really not many people who can defeat him. From the current point of view, only Xueyingdao Mengchong has overwhelming strength. Of course, in a duel between warriors, anything can happen.
It may happen, but the person with higher strength may not necessarily win.
All the elders at the elders' table looked at each other and smiled. Tie Feng, a late bloomer, was even more outstanding than they imagined. The move just now was really wonderful.
The strong wind subsided, and Tie Feng on the stage smiled honestly and stepped off the stage steadily.
In response to this, everyone could only be silent and doubt whether the other party was really honest or fake.
Next, the game continues.
Without the strong duel before, the next few games were won with an overwhelming advantage, without a trace of suspense.
However, in the last game of the first round, Yi Qing, the iron fan, made everyone happy. He waved out the fan, and countless fan shadows were like dancing butterflies, as if in a dream. How could his opponent dare to fight?