Dominating Sword Immortal

Feng Ping did not hear the discussion of the people under the stage, he is now completely shocked. Among the inner disciples, there is actually someone who can not lose to him in light merit.

“Urgent! ”

Feng Ping pointed out that the void was filled with finger lights, finger lights splitting open the air, and the sound of noise was constant.

pū pū pū pū pū pū pū pū pū pū...

The shadow of the leaf dust was pierced and scattered, turning out to be a residual shadow.

“And so is your light work.” The sound of leaf dust came from behind Feng Ping.

Feng Ping was ashamed into anger, his body was like a cyclone, spinning violently, countless fingers lasered in all directions, some fingers penetrated the stone columns on the edge of the platform.

Leaf dust eyes are sharp, the shape flashes and travels between countless fingers, these fingers are not firing together, there is always front and back, there is fast and slow, thanks to strong body control ability and speed, leaf dust in between, see stitched needles, hard shake to the first five steps of Feng Flat body.

“How is that possible? It won't even hit him. ”

All the inner disciples under the stage, including Xiaono and Zhou Ruo, stood still and opened their mouths slightly.

People with eyesight know that speed alone cannot avoid the fingers in full. After all, the gap between each finger is small, negligible, and these fingers are not arranged, disordered, and there is no way to find the law. In order to go through it, the eye, heart, strength, speed, reaction and the view of the big picture must reach the upper level.

At the presbytery, the presbytery smiled: “This is a good idea, not many people can beat Feng Ping in light merit. ”

The second elder nodded, “Feng Ping's method cannot be underestimated, but after all, it does not reach the other party's old and spicy, and the degree of proficiency is poor. ”

“Haha, the emergence of three potential disciples in a row is a blessing for me!” The Three Elders couldn't help but laugh.

On the stage, Ye Dust punched out, simply falling Zhen Feng Ping.

“Ye Dust Sheng! ”

The deacon of the lottery stunned and shouted out loud.

Ye Dust was not too proud, his body slipped and instantly landed next to Wu Zongming.

Wu Zongming just saw the heat, excited: “Excellent, even Brother Feng Ping's light work is not as good as yours. ”

“He is not yet able to understand the true meaning of the wind, it is only the speed of the wind.” The wind is invisible. If Feng Ping is able to understand, Ye Dust will not naturally reach him in light work.

Feng Ping lost his soul and stepped down, losing to others lightly. After all, he was confident that he could easily solve the leaves and dust.

The 10th round is over.

Draw Deacon to report points score.

“Group 7, first place leaf dust, point 20; second place Feng Ping, point 18, third place...”

The first three parties in the group are eligible for the finals, and Feng Ping has not been eliminated.

Soon, the other groups were ranked first.

Wu Zongming lost too many times, disqualified from the finals, Zhang Hao ran lost only one time, ranked second. As for Li Yun and Tiefeng, they were promoted by the first grade of the group.

If the game is any better, it's lunch time.

The Great Elders stood up and announced that the finals would take place this afternoon.

Liuyun Sect Inner Sect Disciple Canteen.

“What a surprise, three strong men emerged from this Inner Disciple, one Li Yun, one Iron Peak, one Leaf Dust. ”

“Li Yun's swordsmanship was too strong, and I still haven't figured out how he beat Brother Dong Haohua. ”

“Tiefeng is also not bad, three legs solved Brother Song Fei, stable as the mountain. ”

“What do you say about leaf dust other than light power? ”

“Guess it's just light power! However, in order to defeat him, it must be the presence of the top six of the top ten disciples in the inner gate. ”

“Well, if the attack power doesn't work, you can't beat Brother Li Maniac and others. ”

“Yes! Except for Feng Ping, Dong Haohua and Song Fei's three brothers, none of the other seven have revealed their full strength, even 70% of their strength has not been revealed. It is difficult to beat them and must not be too bad in every aspect. ”

“Stop it, I can't eat excitedly. I really want to see the finals soon. At that time, the top 10 disciples of the inner gate will definitely do their best. The peak of the inner door disciples will face each other! ”

Afternoon.

Martial Plaza boils again, several times more lively than in the morning.

On the central platform, Elder Yang said: "The finals will be divided into knockout and ranking tournaments. The knockout will eliminate 20 players, with only 10 remaining. The ranking tournament will determine the ranking of the top 10 disciples in the inner gate of this session,...”

Below, Ye Du listens clearly, there are ten rounds of elimination, divided into three platforms, but there are no fixed personnel on each platform, that is, whoever gets it, it is possible to go on either platform.

After ten rounds, the top ten points will become the top ten disciples of the inner gate of the session.

After becoming the Ten Great Disciples of the Inner Gate, there will also be a ranking match, which is the most complex and requires many games, not to mention.

“Now the finals are officially on.” The Great Elder's luck is true, and he speaks loudly.

Boom!

Surfing the audience, everyone is supporting their favorite Inner Sect disciple.

“First platform, Song Fei vs. Jiang Hao! ”

“Second platform, Li Yun vs. Wu Yuan! ”

“Third platform, Mengchong against Feng Ping! ”

The first platform and the second platform had no suspense, while the third platform had some vision. After all, it was a duel between the top 10 disciples of the previous inner gate, which prompted the sound of the mountain shouting tsunami.

The six came to power.

Not surprisingly, Song Fei and Li Yun easily defeated their opponents and scored two points.

The battle on the third platform has not yet begun.

Feng Ping looked heavily at Mengchong. As one of the ten disciples of the inner gate, the two people he least wanted to meet, one was Ghost Sword Lee Maniac and one was Blood Shadow Knife Mengchong.

Ghostsword Lee Maniac's sword magic is unpredictable, unprotected, slightly weak, can hardly threaten him, and Mengshou is even scarier, his advantages are overwhelming, all qualities are top of the line, encountering him, almost impossible to hope.

However, Feng Ping still wanted to walk through a knife from Meng Punch. Besides, he was also one of the ten great disciples of the inner gate. He was handled with a knife, and his face could not be closed.

Meng Chung grinned: “Feng Ping, are you thinking about how to walk through a knife from me? ”

“Give it up! Your strength and mine are too far apart. ”

Step by step towards Feng Ping, Meng Chong's right hand rests on the knife handle.

Get out of here!

Feng Ping's scalp numbness rushed to the side and his body instantly disappeared.

“There's no escape! ”

Almost no one saw how Mengchung came out of the knife, only the blood-red knife flashed away.

The next moment, Feng Ping's figure showed that the clothes on his chest had been split open with a long, narrow knife mark, extending all the way to his waist.

Haha!

Laughing a few times, Meng turned around and walked out of the stage.