Dominating Sword Immortal

“If you defeat Brother Yiqing again, it will be Brother Mengchong's confrontation with Brother Ye Dun. ”

“Brother Yiqing should not be an opponent of Brother Ye Dun, after all, he lost to Brother Tiefeng. ”

“Also, if Meng Zheng Xiao Brotherhood first this year, there is not much reward, after all, he has been awarded a low-level boxing technique - shock boxing, but if Brother Ye Dust first, the low-level secret book can not escape. ”

The competition continues amidst the debate among the crowd.

In fact, so far, although the rank is uncertain, it has become clear that the first and second unexpected is Meng Chong or Ye Dust, three to five should come from Tiefeng, Xiao Noo and Yiqing, six to nine from Zhou Ruo, Li Yun, Li Maniac and Pei Shaoqing, Qiu Ruoxing bottom.

In the first round, Li Yun lost to Li Wan,

In the second round, Pei Shaoqing lost to Zhou Ruo

In the third round, Yi Qing lost to Xiao Noo

……

Game 9, Menchong takes the stage.

Iron Peak shook his head, "I'm not his opponent, abstain! ”

Boom!

Martial Plaza burst into flames and Iron Peak abstained, representing Mengchong's early confrontation with Ye Dust. This is undoubtedly today's peak battle, the most anticipated battle.

In the VIP lounge to the east, there is a row of young men and women, the oldest of whom is not less than eighteen or nineteen years old, the youngest of whom is only sixteen or seventeen years old. The clothes on them vary, but there is a cloud pattern unique to the Cloud Sect at the sleeve position.

The breath on this group of people is pure and vast, nearly half can be countered with the blood shadow knife, several of them even far exceed Mengchong, go to that seat, talk about the wind, completely unaffected by the atmosphere on the field, giving people a deep and unpredictable sense of oppression.

“Jing Jie, who do you think these two will win?” Among them, a young man with a clear face asks a young man with an icy look next to him.

Cold teenager indifferently said: "Boring! ”

Qingxiu Junior smiled bitterly, "It is necessary to be so cold!” Turning his head, he asked the young man in blue, “Brother Luo, don't you think? ”

The young man in blue was Luo Cold Mountain, the second disciple of Flowing Cloud Sect. He lowered his eyes and thought for a moment: “I think it would be leaf dust! ”

“Oh, why?” The other person next to him revealed surprise.

Luo Cold Mountain Road: “The feeling of Mengchung is like a sharp knife, no perseverance, just easy to fold, but not beautiful, while the leaf dust is like a great lake, unpredictable depth, from the opening of the race to the present, it has not been forced. So I deduced that one of the two must have come up as a protracted battle, and the last thing that persisted was leaf dust. Of course, speculation is, after all, speculation, countless things to do, and if you want to win or lose, you have to fight. ”

"Brother Luo's analytical skills have always been strong," said Qingxiu teenager, "but as I feel, which of them can win, the key is to look at the later stages. ”

The eighth-ranked maiden in white suddenly said, “You must lose. ”

# 1, slightly older, the young girl with the embroidered plum blouse on her shirt said: “Xu Jing, it's the first time I've seen you judge me! ”

Xu Jing said nothing.

Others looked at Xu Jing differently, with a sense of urgency and admiration. The other party only became the core disciple last year. It is now ranked eighth, and it seems that the other party still has the leeway, and did not fully rush the ranking, otherwise the first five are not impossible.

From time to time, the inner disciple beneath this VIP table turns around and says secretly in his heart: this position is for the core disciple, how honorable it would be for me to sit in this position one day.

Ten platforms have destroyed five.

Leaf dust and mask stand opposite each other on a seemingly intact platform without blinking at each other.

Boo!

The long knife sheathed out, and Meng took the lead in the attack, and the sharp blood red knife split open the air, cutting into the leaf dust not far away.

Boom!

Leaf dust sometime came out of the sword, waving a sword to block the sword.

“Pick me up another ten knives!” The mythical madness of Meng Zheng, the long knife in his hand like a stripped Mustang, unconscionable madness cut out, the blood red knife rampant, diffuse.

ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding...

For a moment, the entire platform was lit with bright swords and blood-red knives, and the figure had completely hidden inside, unable to be captured by the naked eye.

Whoa, whoa!

The two men flew backwards and confronted each other again.

“Painful, of the inner disciples, you are the only one who can catch me with all my might.” It's been a long time since Mengchong was so happy. The strength of the leaves and dust makes him bloody and wary. If he can defeat each other, he will surely be able to take himself to the next level.

"'Keep fighting,' said Ye Dust. ”

“Okay, fight again! ”

The voices of the two people had just fallen, their shapes had rushed together, blood red knife mantle and sword qi crossed each other, opposed each other, not long after kung fu, this platform was also destroyed, the cut separation was broken.

Under the stage, all the inner disciples stared.

Apart from the beginning of that confrontation, the fight behind it was not clear who was against whom, who took the upper wind, who fell down the wind, only saw that one sword was almost like one sword, one sword was stronger than another, to the back, the shockwave formed by the collision of sword power and knife man was even more horrible, destroying one platform after another in the vicinity, and the figure of the two people was completely invisible, only saw the sword and knife man sweep from this platform to another, from the ground to the half-empty, from the half-empty to the ruins of the platform, everywhere, everywhere was not the place of the battle.

100 moves!

200 moves!

300 moves!

500 moves!

Five hundred moves between the two men still won and lost. Leaf dust's half-step sword means nothing to Mengchong's sword, and Mengchong's fast knife means nothing to Leaf dust. At this time, the comparison is no longer strength, but will and endurance. Whoever can persevere more, wins.

“A thousand moves! We haven't separated the wins and losses yet, horror!” An inner disciple looked at the sky, and as the sun set west, the bright afternoon spilled over Wudao Square, reflecting that the battle was more dreamy and fierce, he couldn't help breathing.

“Yes! Others can stop Brother Mengchong even if ten knives are great, but Brother Ye Dun fought him more than a thousand tricks, both sides are good. ”

“Don't know who will laugh to the end. ”

Run!

Blood red swords and crystal bright swords entwined each other, rushing to the sky, spreading in a circle of powerful shock waves, blowing the broken platform collapse.

Everyone looked and saw the blade frame in Ye Du's hand holding the long knife of Mengchong, and the two men were fixed there.

“Electric shock! ”

Mengchong held his fist in his left hand and stormed the head of the leaf dust.

Ye dust snorted coldly and his left fist, shining with black light, greeted him up.

Cut!

It was like a thunderbolt landing, and both of them flew backwards out.

“Again!” There is a bodyguard for the Cutting Jade, the leaves dust on the platform behind the foot, the arrows rush toward the clouds.

Meng Zheng, fearless, punched out again.

Boom!

Both sides split as soon as they touched each other. Blood filaments appeared hidden in the corner of the munched mouth.

At the VIP table of the Core Disciple, Luo Cold Mountain sighed: “Ye Dust won, Meng Zheng eventually slightly worse. ”

“It's not easy to fight now, but this leaf dust is amazing! Even Mengchong can't stop his rise until now. ”