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Chapter 1757 is another one-shot defeat

Written on the bamboo stick are the three words Dengli Sect.

Since we have already played against Leng Wenbin just now, according to the rules of the competition, we need to draw lots again.

Fu Juncai put the bamboo stick into the tube, shook it a few more times, stopped, and poured out another bamboo stick.

There was no repetition this time.

The opponent he drew was Chen Busheng, a disciple of the Canghai Sect.

There is no need to draw next, the remaining Kuangsha Sect disciple Zhong Yinhe will naturally face off against Leng Wenbin.

"The third competition is between Fu Juncai, a disciple of the Lingxiao sect, and Chen Busheng, a disciple of the Canghai sect. Please come to the ring."

The person in charge of the referee this time was Xu Hongguang, a Jindan disciple of the Dengli Sect, who shouted loudly.

Fu Juncai and Chen Busheng jumped onto the ring.

This time Fu Juncai didn't show off his skills proudly, and he had obviously learned a lesson.

Following Xu Hongguang's order, Fu Juncai and Chen Busheng began to fight.

Fu Juncai played very carefully. He did not attack each other with Chen Busheng. Instead, he adopted defensive counterattack tactics and fought steadily, not seeking merit but seeking no faults.

After all, he has already lost one game, and the remaining two opponents, whether Zhong Yinhe or Chen Busheng, are hard to crack. Even if he thinks he is stronger than the two of them, he does not dare to be careless and must win steadily.

As for Chen Busheng, because he had a great time fighting Zhong Yinhe in the first game, he adopted the same tactics in the second game and attacked fiercely all the way, setting off waves of cheers from the audience.

It's a pity that Fu Juncai's defense was tight and watertight, and he didn't give him any chance.

After more than half an hour, Chen Busheng was eager to win and attacked at close range. Fu Juncai accidentally caught the flaw and immediately used his magic weapon to attack with all his strength. Although Chen Busheng resisted, Fu Juncai still knocked him out of the ring.

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Although he did not land, but floated in the air with a somersault, stopping his figure, but according to the rules of the competition, as long as he leaves the arena, he will be considered a loser.

Fu Juncai breathed a sigh of relief. He finally got back the game and gained two points, so he was no longer at the bottom of the rankings.

Chen Busheng was quite upset. The flaw just now was really a low-level mistake that shouldn't be made.

Wan Hongfei and others did not blame him, but comforted him.

After all, Fu Juncai's strength was definitely a step above him.

Although he lost, it doesn't matter. In the next match against Leng Wenbin, he will definitely get something back.

At least they are definitely not at the bottom.

"For the fourth competition, Leng Wenbin, a disciple of Dengli Sect, and Zhong Yinhe, a disciple of Kuangsha Sect, please come to the ring."

The golden elixir disciple in charge of the referee was replaced by a golden elixir disciple from the Lingxiao sect, and he shouted loudly.

Leng Wenbin and Zhong Yinhe were already ready to go. After hearing this, they jumped up and jumped onto the ring.

"The competition begins!"

The referee shouted.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhong Yinhe's figure flashed and rushed towards Leng Wenbin. At the same time, a light flashed in his hand, and there was already a magical flying sword.

Fu Juncai lost the second game because he didn't take the initiative to attack and talked too much. Zhong Yinhe didn't want to make the same mistake again.

Moreover, his personality is different from that of Fu Juncai. Now that the competition has begun, he will naturally not talk nonsense, and he will use magic weapons to attack.

What if after a little delay, Leng Wenbin is inspired again?

"So fast!"

Leng Wenbin's heart suddenly froze when he saw Zhong Yinhe rushing towards him, as fast as lightning. Although he was on guard, his heart still thumped and beat rapidly.

He patted the storage bag and found a magic flying sword in his hand. With his magic power boosted, he swung the sword and slashed at Zhong Yinhe.

At this moment, Leng Wenbin was shocked, and that mysterious and unparalleled feeling appeared again.

In an instant, Leng Wenbin felt that the world had changed again, and he had become transparent. It seemed that he could see the rules of the world and the essence of the Tao at a glance.

Leng Wenbin didn't even have time to get excited. He followed the sword he just slashed and changed the sword's momentum.

Swish, swish, swish... In an instant, Leng Wenbin slashed out thirteen sword rays! Outside the field, everyone watching this scene exclaimed in unison! Zhong Yinhe's face changed drastically.

You know, although the arena is large, with the speed of the foundation-building monks, the time it takes to rush over is far less than the blink of an eye.

In such a short period of time, if Leng Wenbin could bring out the magic weapon and attack it two or three times, it would be good.

Zhong Yinhe even guessed how many times Leng Wenbin would attack?

What direction?

He also thought of an evasion plan without affecting his speed, and then delivered a fatal blow at close range.

But Zhong Yinhe never expected that Leng Wenbin would actually send out thirteen sword rays.

He could see every sword light clearly, and it seemed that it was not very fast.

But Zhong Yinhe knew that this was just a moment.

Thirteen swords in one moment, what does this mean?

This means that Leng Wenbin's attack blocked all Zhong Yinhe's hiding space.

Zhong Yinhe was unable to avoid it. Since he was charging with all his strength and the speed of the sword light was so fast, he didn't even have time to block it with luck. He could only do his best, put the magic flying sword in front of him, and injected mana crazily.

The flying sword immediately burst into dazzling light, enveloping Zhong Yinhe.

But before the light reached its peak, the first sword light had already arrived and struck it hard.

Zheng! The harsh sound of gold and iron echoed throughout the arena.

Clang, clank, clank, clang! Then, a series of golden and iron sounds sounded.

But the other sword lights and the first sword light were connected end to end. The first sword light hit, and the other sword lights followed in an instant.

The harsh sound of metal and metal turned into terrifying sound waves, hitting the protective light curtain that suddenly rose up in the ring.

The light curtain undulated violently like ocean waves.

Zhong Yinhe's figure froze, and the flying sword's light was about to skyrocket, but it seemed as if the energy source was suddenly taken away, and it suddenly became dim.

Then it became increasingly dim, like a candle in a strong wind, flickering and possibly extinguished at any time.

"No!"

Zhong Yinhe looked up to the sky and roared, his magic power operating to the extreme, pouring desperately into the magic weapon Flying Sword.

But it's no use.

Under the terrifying power of the sword light, the light on the flying sword still dimmed again at an extremely fast speed.

By the time the twelfth sword light was finished, the flying sword's light had completely disappeared and turned into an ordinary sword.

Zhong Yinhe was panting like an ox, his eyes were as red as blood, his whole body was shaking violently, and he felt unspeakably uncomfortable.

Just now, in a very short period of time, he frantically injected mana into the magic weapon, and he suffered a backlash, as if he had been swallowed hard and could no longer move his breath.

Bang! The last sword light flashed and struck the flying sword.

Zhong Yinhe had no power to resist, his tiger's mouth trembled, he shouted, and the flying sword immediately flew away from his hands, then flew upside down in the air, and fell to the ground outside the ring in a panic with a pop.

The sword's light flashed brightly, then disappeared.

The arena returned to calm.

There was also silence under the stage.

Everyone opened their mouths wide in disbelief.

Defeated in one move.

Another instant defeat with one move!


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