Dominating Sword Immortal

ps: Tomorrow first more in the daytime!

Under the stage, Wu Zongming overreacted to Ye Du: “Ye Du, if you encounter Brother Feng, be careful, his light work is more than that. ”

“I know, don't worry.” Among the people present, Ye Dust is clearer than anyone can see, but when it comes to light work, he really doesn't need to be afraid of each other.

In the seventh round, Wu Zongming, Zhang Haolan and Huang Bingwen all lost. Wu Zongming and Huang Bingwen lost because of their limited strength. When they encountered strong hands, they naturally lost, while Zhang Hao ran because they encountered one of the ten great disciples of the inner gate, Ghost Sword Lee Maniac.

Ghost Sword Li Maniac deserved the title of Ghost Sword, only one sword came out, Zhang Haolan defeated the scene.

Seriously, the power gap between the two is not that great. After all, Zhang Hao Run is a countable genius throughout Liu Yunzhong. It is impossible to be easily defeated with one move, but it can only be blamed on his bad luck. Ghost Sword Lee Maniac's sword method is famous for his uncertainty. As long as his strength is slightly weak, it is difficult to walk a sword. That sword is like a nightmare. There is no way to stop it, as if he has been built on a sword.

Zhang Hao Run, who lost the game, stared at Ghost Sword Li Maniac. He couldn't even imagine being able to stop a sword.

Ghost Sword Li Maniac turned around and whispered as he walked down the stage: "Practice another year. ”

“Under the core disciple, Brother Li Maniac is the first swordsman. ”

“When I think back now, I think that the sword is too scary, my eyes can't keep up, my senses can't keep up, I can't even keep up with my instincts. It's obvious that it's quick, but it also gives me a slow illusion. If I were you, I'd go crazy right away. ”

“Brother Li is amazing, but look over there.” An inner disciple points to a group of platforms where two people are starting to fight.

Others talk about it.

“It's Dong Hao Hua's ninth largest disciple in the inner gate. Who is his opponent, how can I never see him? ”

“Me too. ”

“Seems to have emerged suddenly. Is this the number one figure in the Inner Sect Disciple? ”

on a set of platforms.

With no expression on his face, the harsh teenager placed his right hand on the handle of the sword, pulled it out and slashed it.

chī chī!

Six swords of light passed, covering Dong Haohua's surroundings.

Dong Haohua smiled confidently, waving about five feet of double guns, the scattered shadow easily shattered the sword light and fired towards each other.

Flashy.

Dong Haohua looked down. When the clothes on his chest split a mouth and faint blood seeped out.

“I lost! What's your name?” Dong Haohua knew that if it wasn't for the other party's mercy, this sword would have killed him. He just didn't understand. He obviously shattered the six swordshadows, how could he still win the trick? It's a living hell.

“Li Yun! ”

Left two words behind, the harsh teenager walked out of the stage.

“It's amazing how a sword defeats the ninth ranked Dong Haohua's cousin! When did such a horrible figure appear in the inner disciple? ”

“Even Brother Dong was defeated by a sword. This Li Yunbao could compete with Brother Li Maniac. I don't know who won the sword better. ”

Not far away, Ghost Sword Li narrowed his eyes and stared at Li Yun's back.

So far, one of the top 10 disciples in the inner door was finally defeated, and many people lacking strength did not hope for themselves, but wished to see the second and third.

The first wave hasn't subsided before the next rises.

On the eight platforms, another person defeated Song Fei, the tenth largest disciple of the inner gate.

Iron Leg Songfei is only ranked 10th, but that is why his style of combat is too tough. If touched hard, the ranking can still lean forward.

His opponent was also majoring in leg method, only three legs out, the first leg kicked Song Fei's leg shadow, the second leg kicked the other person's body protection true qi, the third leg gently touched his chest, stepped on a footprint, lifted his feet lightly, and was naturally made.

If only this did not cause a sensational effect, defeating Song Fei's inner disciple is called Tie Feng. At the age of 19, he belongs to the oldest group of inner disciples in Liuyun Sect. It is recognized that he is more than hard-working, his talents are even. But this time, looking at his battle, he gives a master style. The whole person has changed from inside to outside, like a moth turned into a butterfly, the heavens and the earth turned upside down.

“It's late! ”

Elder seats, there are elders sending emotions.

The elders next to him nodded, “Diligence can make up for the awkwardness, and to the extreme, you can understand what many people do not understand, this child can focus on cultivation. ”

“Oh, it's not like I've never seen a disciple with a large bowl before, it's just more shocking this time than ever, like a bone change. ”

Wu Zongming asked Ye Dust, “Ye Dust, what do you see? Why do I think those three legs are very ordinary? What's odd is that Brother Song Fei can't stop them. ”

Leaf dust spewed out a breath slowly, "That's momentum! ”

“Momentum?” Wu Zongming wondered.

Ye Dust explained: “The so-called power is very weak, the words cannot be expressed. If it is understood simply, it is that he perceived the heavenly and earth power and initially incorporated it into the leg method, so at first glance, it seems ordinary, but it is unstoppable. After all, before the heavenly and earth power, manpower is too small. ”

Wu Zongming seems to understand.

Late in the game, the higher the points, the lower the points.

So far, the leaf dust score is eighteen points, ranking first alongside Feng Ping in the wind.

Finally, the game goes to the last round, the tenth round.

“Game one, zero to twenty-eight! ”

The voice of the deacon from the drawing of lots fell, the inner door disciples on the side of Ye Dust boiled. In the first nine rounds, they had seen that Ye Dust was very strong. After all, few of the 10 groups could win nine consecutive games. Except for the eight seed players, there were only so many others. If Ye Dust hadn't met Feng Ping, he might have won ten consecutive games and entered the final in parallel with Feng Ping, now he's afraid it's just not possible.

Ye dust walked up to the stage in the disdain of the people.

Opposite, Feng Ping easily wrote: “You have good strength. ”

“You're okay, too. ”

Ye Dust makes others stare. Brother Feng Ping's strength is only good. Are you kidding me? You can't be so arrogant!

“Oh, too arrogant is not good, let me try your bottom line!” Feng Ping recognized the power of leaf dust, but did not think that the other party could outperform himself, his body flashed, and people had lost track, as if they were in the wind.

Leaf dust did not move, waved his fist super to the left a beat, his fist and fingers touched each other, making a terrible bursting sound.

Next, however, Feng Ping's attack became more intense, with a finger flapping from all sides towards the leaves and dust, whispering, and he still did not reveal himself.

“I've never been afraid of anyone!” As he spoke, the shadow of the leaf dust disappeared as well, and the dao finger shot the table into a wasp nest.

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

Only fist shadows and fingers can be seen on the table, and the shapes of the two people can only see a hint of fiction because they are too fast and weird.

“It's so fucking weird, what do we think, I can't believe this leaf dust is so powerful, there's obvious hidden strength ahead.” Someone couldn't bear to say.

“Brother Feng Ping must not have moved seriously! ”