Wang Junlin was also surprised. He remembered that when he met Dugu Mingliang more than a year ago, he was still a master in the stagnation stage, but now he has been promoted to the realm of breaking the power. And Dugu Mingliang was holding a knife and he didn't know what it was.
The folding fan made of high-quality materials was not damaged at all when Shan Xiongxin's sword struck it. With his extremely skillful sword moves and the hardness of the fan, he was able to suppress Shan Xiongxin at a disadvantage at the beginning.
But after Shan Xiongxin figured out his moves, many people on the stage didn't see what was going on. Dugu Mingliang's fan flew out, and Shan Xiongxin's sword was still on Dugu Mingliang's neck.
Then he took it back, hugged the sword and said coldly: "Chengyi."
"How is this..." Dugu Mingliang's face turned pale, with a look of disbelief on his face.
"Master, this kid's kung fu is weird. He seems to be able to predict Junior Brother Mingliang's moves and movements in advance." Zhang Zhongjian said to the Sword God in a low voice with a solemn expression.
Dugu Mingliang stepped down from the stage with a dissatisfied look on his face, stood next to the Sword God, and looked at Shan Xiongxin fiercely.
The sword god pondered for a moment and remembered something. There was a look of doubt on his face and he said: "Twenty-five years ago, I fought against a peerless killer as my master and almost died in his hands. If it weren't for the other party's weird personality, he always followed the rules.
It's a paid killing, and I might have been killed by the opponent that time. At that time, the peerless killer had the ability to predict the opponent's next move."
"Who is that peerless killer?" Dugu Mingliang was stunned for a moment when he heard this. He could tell that the master had unspeakable fear when he said this name, but he had never heard of such a powerful person existing.
After pondering for a moment, the Sword God said: "Beyond the martial arts arena, there are some mysterious forces and powerful figures. They are more powerful than the most powerful masters in the martial arts world. This peerless killer comes from a group called the Hidden Killing Sect.
The mysterious killer organization. It is said to have been passed down for hundreds of years. There is also a legendary existence called Xianyinmen, which is a more powerful organization. The people in it are not only powerful warriors, but also proficient in various powerful magical powers.
A man of means.”
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Shan Xiongxin was knocked off the ring by an old man ranked seventeenth. He glanced at the old man expressionlessly, walked to Nie Xiaoyu, and whispered: "Master, I lost."
Nie Xiaoyu glanced at him and said nothing. Wang Junlin smiled and waved his hand and said: "You are very good. You even defeated the twentieth person on the Xiaoyao Ranking. It doesn't matter if you lose this time. In time, these people will not
will be your opponent."
In the end, Shan Xiongxin still lost in the fifth game. The time he was promoted to Breakthrough was still too short, and there was still some gap between him and the wave of masters at the top of the Xiaoyao list.
But there were many surprises in the subsequent competition.
For example, the old man who ranked seventeenth on the Xiaoyao list was defeated by a master who ranked more than sixty on the Xiaoyao list.
"Sir, this person suddenly appeared half a month ago. He challenged a master who was ranked lower on the Xiaoyao Ranking and was able to enter the Xiaoyao Ranking. Then he disappeared again. I didn't want to show up again today." Wei Ziqi.
He whispered to Wang Junlin.
"Have you investigated? Where did this person come from?" Wang Junlin looked at the fair-skinned old man on the stage, wearing a white robe, who rarely basked in the sun, and asked in a low voice.
"We sent a lot of people to follow him, and even used an elder from the guild, but he got rid of them all on the road. But what is certain is that this person is not a figure in the world, nor is he a member of a wealthy family." Wulin Guild Information Hall
The hall leader Ye Ying said in a low voice.
"Don't worry about him now. According to the previous regulations, after today's competition, the top twenty people on the Xiaoyao Ranking can serve as the guardians of the Wulin League. No matter who it is, don't stop him. After he joins the Wulin League, Xiao Yu will have a way to figure him out.
Where they came from." Wang Junlin said with a smile. He was not worried at all about the unknown origins of these people, but was worried that they would not be able to attract real masters. Now it seems that his plan was successful.
In addition, in addition to these masters who suddenly appeared with unknown origins, at this moment, some people who previously hid their strength will no longer hide their strength. In every competition, no matter how fast or slow, someone will be killed.
After elimination, until one man ranked ninth on the Xiaoyao list swept seven masters in one breath, no one could easily come to the stage again.
The people on the stage shouted twice with proud faces. Zhang Zhongjian asked the sword god for instructions and jumped up to the high stage.
Zhang Zhongjian's swordsmanship is extremely superb. Wang Junlin experienced it personally when he assassinated Prince Yang Zhao more than two months ago. Afterwards, Wang Junlin thought about it carefully. Before his strength soared a year ago, he might not have been Zhang Zhongjian's opponent. Nie
Xiaoyu also judged his strength and believed that Zhang Zhongjian can be ranked in the top ten of the Xiaoyao list.
Sure enough, after Zhang Zhongjian came to the stage, he fought with the ninth man in more than a hundred moves and defeated the latter. He also beat him extremely viciously and beat him seriously until he fell into coma.
The martial arts guild had already arranged for doctors and medicine, and someone helped the injured down for treatment. Zhang Zhongjian looked at Wang Junlin with a provocative face, and said arrogantly: "Does anyone else dare to come up?"
Wang Junlin frowned slightly, and was about to ask Chunqiu Nu to take down Zhang Zhongjian, so as not to affect the prestige of the martial arts guild. Unexpectedly, Jiang Shengxiong, the leader of Linglong Sword Pavilion, suddenly stood up, cupped his fist in front of Wang Junlin and saluted, and said: "Such clowns, let's do this."
I'll rush down for the leader."
After saying that, he looked at Wang Junlin expectantly, his intention to please the martial arts guild was very obvious.
Wang Junlin nodded and said: "Jiang Pavilion Master is ranked sixth on the Xiaoyao Ranking. It will not be difficult to defeat this person."
Hearing this, Jiang Shengxiong was overjoyed. He rose into the air and stood on the ring. Without any nonsense, he started fighting Zhang Zhongjian.
Both of them used swords, and the speed of their swords was very fast. Everyone felt dazzled for a while. The shadows of swords were crisscrossed on the arena, and the warriors below the level of martial arts could not clearly see their moves at all.
The two were equally powerful and fought hundreds of moves. Zhang Zhongjian made an accidental move and was stabbed in the arm by Jiang Shengxiong. He gritted his teeth and lost. He refused the treatment and medicine provided by the martial arts guild doctor and returned to the side of the Sword God. Dugu Mingliang
He took out the wound medicine and bandaged Zhang Zhongjian to stop the bleeding.
Jiang Shengxiong took a deep breath, feeling lucky in his heart. He was about to say something, but his eyes suddenly blurred. There was an old Taoist in front of him, and his pupils shrank. There was no sound in the process. The old Taoist entered the ring.
It's clearly like a ghost.
The venue was quiet for a moment, and then immediately became noisy.