Dominating Sword Immortal

Coincidentally, the first game of the three groups was Wu Zongming, and his opponent, like him, was cultivated in the medium term as Condensed Reality.

“Fiery Fist! ”

On stage, Wu Zongming drank loudly, his body pulled out of the ground and punched his opponent.

Bang

Hot sparks splattered, and the inner disciple backed several steps.

One move won the upper hand, Wu Zongming was unrelenting. The top martial arts and flames of the human class reached their limit. Dozens of flame boxing shadows were like peacock open screen. The opponent was powerless to fight back, and there was a surprise to win the door red.

Out of the stage, Wu Zongming relaxed: “Not bad, the first opponent is not very strong. ”

“It's only the first round, don't expose too much strength.” Leaf dust reminds each other.

“I know that, don't worry. ”

Around one fifth of a game will end, and very few situations will arise in which both sides have exactly the same strength, making it difficult to separate wins from losses.

Some of the group matches came to an end soon after the first round of the second round.

“Group 7, No. 8 vs. No. 28. ”

Wu Zongming said: "Ye Dust, it's your turn. ”

“Mmm.”

Leaf dust nodded and jumped onto the seven platforms.

“I was lucky to cultivate the mid-life peak of condensation.” Leaf dust opponent is a flat-eyed teenager with a large ring knife in his hand and yellow airflow spinning on the blade, looking extremely heavy.

Leaf dust is silent, the other party is also the mid-term peak of condensation cultivation, but does not know where the luck is good.

“Defeat! ”

Flat eyebrow teenager rushed forward, hard stone beneath his feet suddenly tore open, then the large ring knife on his hands crossed a thick arc and cut directly towards the leaf dust.

Leaf dust shook his head, his right hand waved randomly, his whole arm was quick without shadow, easily knocking off the other party's large ring knife, while the other party thought the knife was in his hand, and he wanted to chop it off.

Hu!

The two were five steps apart, and the young man with no knife waved an empty space, holding back: “Where's my knife? ”

Leaf dust pointed to the left side of the finger.

Flat Eyebrow youth looked at it, his ring knife inserted at the edge of the platform, trembling.

Without face to stay on top, the young man with flat eyebrows pulled out the large ring knife, blushing and jumping off the platform, his heart hated Ye Dust, causing him to be so ashamed.

Unsurprisingly, Leaf Dust won a fight with two points.

The next round, the third round, until the fifth round, the leaf dust is easily defeated by the opponent, not much effort, points reached 10.

Wu Zongming lost the fourth round with eight points.

Over there, Zhang Hao Run was promoted to him in the 10th group. He also won five consecutive games and earned 10 points.

Huang Bingwen, who had dealt with Ye Dust at the time, seemed to have improved, losing only one game in five games, like Wu Zongming, with eight points.

At the end of the five rounds, the Elders announced a half-hour break, allowing everyone to strive to regain their true energy and strength.

At the VIP table to the east, Ye Tianhao smiled at Shen Yuqing: “Dust is good, you actually won five consecutive games, and it looks relaxed. ”

Shen Yuqing was equally pleased. "We were worried for nothing. Over the past six months, Dusty's progress has not been ordinary. There are 100 promising people ahead. ”

“Sure, let's wait and see! ”

The half-hour break ends and the match continues.

Unlike the first five rounds, the last five rounds will be joined by seed players, luck is not encountered, only hard scalp is encountered.

This time, Wu Zongming had bad luck. Although he did not encounter the seed player, he encountered an inner disciple who was later mended as a condensed reality. After more than a dozen tricks, he lost.

Zhang Haoran continued his winning streak with 12 points.

Huang Bingwen lost a match and still scored eight points.

Round six, round seven, leaf dust again.

“Hey, kid, that's it for your winning streak.” Speaking was a oblique young man, about seventeen or eight years old, too old among the many disciples of the inner gate, whose accumulation of time had led to a wealth of combat experience, usually in the order of a hundred.

Shuā

This time the leaf dust proactively attacked, the crane shadow step unfolded, the whole person disappeared into each other's sight, waiting for him to see the leaf dust again, the chest hurts sharply, the stiff fist struck him off the ground, and flipped out of the platform.

Dropped heavily on the ground, oblique young man's face did not believe, how is it possible, beat me with one move, how strong is he?

“Feng Ping, this brother is not easy! It also seems to be hiding strength.” Zhou Ruo glanced at the leaves and dust and blunted to Feng Ping.

Feng Ping shook his head and smiled. “Compared to the other disciples in the inner gate, his strength is truly great, but for me there is only a tragic defeat. ”

"Although he's not your opponent, there's still hope for him in the first three of the group," said Xiaono. ”

It's another game, and it's game number nine.

“Zero versus twenty-four! ”

“It's your turn.” Xiao Noo held his chest with both hands, "he said.

Hu!

Light wind swept, Feng Ping's remnants were blown away, and when he looked again, he had arrived on stage.

“What a quick magic. When did he get on stage? ”

“It is true that Brother Feng Ping, ‘Flying in the Wind', is almost as good as the wind, shadowless and invisible. ”

Nearby inner door disciples looked at each other in disdain.

Ye dust eyebrows wrinkled slightly, Feng Ping's speed is incredible, but what is really scary is the kind of integration into the wind, the combination of the two, the light power has improved quality, creating an incomprehensible illusion, of course, excluding him.

“Brother Feng, my name is Gao Liang, please give me more guidance.” The young man with a respectful tone knows the difference in strength between the two sides.

Feng Ping nodded, “Come on! I'll do it on a scale. ”

Rumor has it, the square face teenager's face is thick, pulls out the sword from the sword sheath, when it is empty, stabbing Feng Ping.

Chi chi chi chi!

The sword trembled slightly along the way, hallucinating four shadows, each sharp, breaking apart the air cut, and the air curling.

Looking at the tip of the sword is going to stab Feng Ping, the face of the teenager flashed with joy.

At this time, Feng Ping moved, his body leaned back, and remained at the same distance from the tip of the sword, drifting backwards.

“How is that possible? My bayonet is no faster than his.” After more than a dozen steps, the teenager's face never stabbed each other and his face changed dramatically.

Not interested in playing with each other, Feng Pingzhu is on the blade.

Boom!

Slightly bouncing, the square-faced teenager could barely hold the sword in his hand, and the just gathered sword light instantly broke, failing the plan to cut people apart.

Immediately afterwards, the chest hit a foot and the corner of the mouth flew out with blood.

“Brother Feng is too amazing. The dialect has been won even now. It has been easily defeated. How strong are the ten disciples in the inner gate? ”

“Very strong, Brother Feng didn't really move. ”

“In this way, basically no one in our group can beat Brother Feng, and that No. 28 leaf dust is definitely not Brother Feng's rival. ”