Fang Yun defeated his opponent with one punch, attracting everyone's attention. The whole square instantly boiled. I originally thought that the time it took Meng Yin to defeat his opponent was short enough, but I didn't expect that Fang Yun was faster, defeating the enemy with one move and completely suppressing it. Meng Yin's prestige.
Fang Yun slowly turned around to face Meng Yin, looking into each other's eyes. The air between them seemed to be deformed. Suddenly, the temperature of the space dropped rapidly. Everyone could smell the smell of sex. Although They didn't understand Fang Yun's true strength, but it was precisely because of this feeling that they couldn't see through it that made them look forward to it. If the two of them fought against each other, how exciting it would be.
Fang Yun of Nangong Gate wins!
"Interesting, this makes you worthy of being my opponent! I hope I can have a chance to fight in the next match." Meng Yin said with a hint of strong interest on his lips.
"Look forward to it!" Fang Yun responded lightly, then walked down the ring to check Zhu Gan's injuries. At this moment, Chen Ji was healing Zhu Gan's injuries.
"How are you? Are you okay?" Fang Yun looked at Zhu Qian and asked with concern.
The pale Zhu Gan smiled slightly, "It's okay, I can't die! Fortunately, thanks to you... you saved the day for us, it's really satisfying!"
Zhu Gan laughed happily, but his face immediately twisted. He was about to vomit blood but was forced back by him.
"Don't be angry! Heal your wounds! Leave the rest to me!" Fang Yun said.
Zhu Gan nodded, slowly closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing. With Fang Yun here, he could heal his injuries with peace of mind.
At the end of the eighth promotion match, all the sects summarized it, the Nangong Sect's twenty will advance to ten, the Yuhua Sect's twenty will advance to nine, the Ten Thousand Saint Sect's twenty will advance to nine, and the Dragon Slaughter Palace's twenty will advance to thirteen, excluding those who will suffer losses or cannot participate in the battle. , Dragon Slayer Palace ranks first so far.
Next, the disciples of each sect fought more intensely. The rules of this year's exchange conference were formulated by the organizer Nangongmen. This competition system is extremely cruel. Not only do individuals compete for strength, but they also compete for personal endurance, until you can no longer fight. Until then, the top five are eliminated, and the disciples who are ranked in the top ten can receive sect rewards.
However, the most important top five will not only receive the highest rewards of the four sects, but also determine the sect's honor.
During this process, Fang Yun discovered that there were two powerful people in the Yuhua Sect and the Wan Sheng Sect. After getting to know each other, it turned out that these two were the number one disciples of their sects. One was good at using swords, and the other was good at using swords. The butcher's knife, every move, was displayed vividly. Fang Yun's intuition told Fang Yun that any one of them was an opponent worth fighting.
Until the sixteenth game.
Among the four sects, there are only ten people capable of fighting, namely, Nangong Sect: Fang Yun, Wu Jiang. Yuhua Sect: Li Qianshan, Qiao Hua. Wan Sheng Sect: Peng Yue, Lin Feng. Dragon Slayer Palace: Meng Yin. , Zhou Zheng, Chinese!
The next step is to squeeze into the finals of the top five. The rules of this draw are that the chief referee will draw the lot. First, the sect that will decide the duel will be drawn. In order, Nangongmen will draw first.
The result of the draw was that both times it was Slaying Dragon Palace, so there must be two contestants from Slaying Dragon Palace facing off against Nangong Gate.
The result of the Ascension Sect's drawing is that one is the Dragon Slaughter Palace and the other is the All Saints Sect. In this way, the final draw is between the All Saints Sect and the Ascension Sect.
The drawing of lots for the fighting sects was over, and the next step was for the players to draw lots for their opponents. Wu Jiang drew first. He had to draw one of the three contestants from the Dragon Slayer Palace. He drew at random and found that his opponent was Zhou Zheng, and he was secretly relieved. , he is still worried that he is likely to draw Meng Yin. After all, with this opponent, he is not very sure even if he fights with all his strength. As for the others, he is very sure of entering the top five. .
Next, Fang Yun would choose his opponent. A sneer appeared at the corner of Wu's mouth, hoping that Fang Yun would win Meng Yin. It would be best if both sides were defeated, so that he would be more sure of winning the championship.
Fang Yun casually drew, and everyone's eyes became nervous. They were all looking forward to the battle between Fang Yun and Meng Yin. There was only a one-half chance, could he win?
Meng Yin's eyes flickered, and he looked deeply at Fang Yun, as if he was quite expecting Fang Yun to hit him, while the man in blue beside him crossed his arms and looked at Fang Yun coldly.
Fang Yun casually pulled out a bamboo stick and frowned slightly after looking at the big characters on the bamboo stick.
"Hit?"
Seeing Fang Yun's expression, Zhu Gan was slightly startled, and his pale face had a hint of solemnity.
"You have a chance!" The man in blue said with a sneer on his lips.
Meng Yin smiled lightly, "I hope so!"
Fang Yun glanced at the two of them and said coldly: "Hua Wen!"
As soon as these words came out, there was another uproar in the audience, as if everyone was sighing. They thought it was Meng Yin who was drawn, but they didn't expect it was Hua Wen. Even so, they were also full of expectations. Hua Wen was ranked third in the inner sect in terms of strength. He is extremely tyrannical. I wonder what will happen if Fang Yun fights him?
"Hehe... It seems you are out of luck!"
Hua Wen's eyes were slightly startled, and then he sneered.
"Yes!" Meng Yin shook his head slightly, sighed, and then told him: "But don't underestimate him. If there is a fight, it's not sure who will win."
"You're worrying too much. It's just a moment of limelight. Do you really regard him as your opponent?" Hua Wen shook his head slightly, glanced at Fang Yun indifferently, and jumped onto the ring.
Fang Yun looked at the man in blue, his Chinese language was not much weaker than Meng Yin, and immediately frowned slightly, but it seemed that he was missing something.
"Fang Yun?" Hua Wen stared at Fang Yun jokingly and sneered: "I wonder if you are stronger than Wu Jiang?"
"You can't beat me!" Fang Yun responded with calm eyes and a cold voice, as if he didn't take him seriously at all.
Seeing Fang Yun's contemptuous attitude, Hua Wen's eyes instantly darkened. After all, he was one of the three masters of the inner sect. Being slighted by Fang Yun in front of everyone, a surge of anger suddenly arose in his heart.
"I'll kill you later and see if you can still say this..." Hua Wen looked at Fang Yun with a gloomy face and stared at Fang Yun with eyes like poisonous snakes, saying sinisterly.
Then there was another uproar in the square, and the first person from the Yuhua Sect and the Wansheng Sect also missed it. They were looking forward to a battle between Li Qianshan from the Yuhua Sect and Peng Yue from the Wansheng Sect, but they didn't expect it to happen again.
After the draw was over, all the opponents jumped onto the stage, and the finals for the top five were about to begin.
For a moment, the air in the entire square seemed to freeze. Countless disciples stared at the ring with extremely nervous eyes. At this moment, even the four masters on the stage looked expectantly.
"Come on! Let me see what kind of disciples this Nangong Sect, which is about to be destroyed, will cultivate."
Hua Wen smiled coldly, his whole body became excited and eager to teach this arrogant guy a lesson.
Fang Yun said nothing, and with a flick of his finger, a red light traveled through the void and shot toward Hua Wen's eyebrows.
"snort!"
Hua Wen snorted coldly, rolled up his sleeves, and a blast of energy instantly destroyed the red light. The next moment, Fang Yun appeared above him, a heavy whistling sound sounded, and Fang Yun swung his legs like a pillar of heaven. Smashed it down hard.
Hua Wen's eyes were slightly stern, with a hint of disdain in his eyes, and he raised his arms to push him up.
Peng!
The floor under Hua Wen's feet shattered. At this moment, his face suddenly surged with blood and turned red. The power of Fang Yun's blow was obviously beyond his expectation. He supported the attack with both hands, like a giant iron hit by a thousand pounds.
The pain in both arms was severe.
Fortunately, his lower body was solid enough, otherwise he would have fallen to his knees. Hua Wen roared angrily, and a powerful aura erupted. Fang Yun was shaken away in an instant, and he raised his palm and struck him hard.
The palm print attack, the light shined brightly, and it hit Fang Yun fiercely. However, unexpectedly, Fang Yun stretched out his palm, slapped it casually, and lightly slapped the palm print into the sky.
Peng!
The palm prints erupted, lighting up the entire night sky like a scorching sun. The light shrouded and countless light spots scattered. Everyone was shocked. Even Hua Wen changed his color slightly. How powerful is this guy's body? He could shoot away this palm print so easily.
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"Senior Brother Fang Yun is so strong!"
The freshmen behind Murong Yue looked at the figure with awe in their faces and exclaimed.
Murong Yue's eyes were also a bit incomprehensible, when did this guy's physical body become so powerful?
"It seems that Brother Fang Yun has experienced a lot in the past three years. Even his physical body has reached this level. We are far behind." Chen Ji smiled bitterly. Fang Yun really made them feel both.
Surprise and surprise.
At this moment, the figures of the two people on the stage kept colliding with each other, and they started a physical fight, intertwined, and burst out a storm of energy.
The fists of the two collided, and Hua Wen was instantly knocked back more than ten meters. His face was a little distorted. After the fight, he realized that since Fang Yun's physical strength was so strong, he suffered a loss with just a trial, which made him feel aggrieved.
"Have you tested enough?" Fang Yun looked at him calmly and said coldly.
Hua Wen snorted and smiled, "Yes, you really surprised me. Don't think that you are invincible just because you have gained a lot of limelight! Since you are facing me, you are unlucky."
"Destroy you!" Hua Wen's face was a little ferocious, his palms turned into claws, and a stream of energy continued to wrap around the entire arm, and then turned into gray, gathered in the palm, and continued to condense and form.
There are more and more gray gases, like thick magic smoke, forming a ball of gray gas that is constantly struggling, as if there is an ancient evil inside and is about to break out.
Hua Wen's face grew colder, he snorted coldly, and threw the thick gray smoke into the air. A sharp roar resounded, and a skull covered in thick smoke flew into the air, making a harsh roar.
Fang Yun's eyes narrowed slightly when he saw this. Under Hua Wen's control, the thick smoke gradually became ferocious, showing an astonishing and terrifying smile, crying and howling like a demon under the Nine Netherworld, and let out an astonishing and terrifying laugh.
, and suddenly, the atmosphere in the entire square suddenly became weird.
Looking at Fang Yun's solemn expression, the sneer on Hua Wen's face became even stronger. His eyes were as cold as poisonous scorpions, staring straight at Fang Yun, as if Fang Yun's life and death were controlled by his applause.