"Cross Silver Slash!"

Li Ziyi's body was like a bow, his arms were used as strings, and his swords were used as long arrows, and he unleashed his most proud fighting skills.

As for Chen Jing's attack, he just moved his body slightly to ensure that his vitals would not be attacked, and then killed him regardless.

Even if you are seriously injured, you still have to bite off a piece of the other person's flesh.

This is his pride.

Chen Jing did not expect Li Ziyi to be so strong.

In his black pupils, two cross sword lights composed of bright silver light were imprinted in the center of his pupils and quickly zoomed in closer.

Even so, there was still no wave in Chen Jing's eyes.

He seemed to be slow but actually stretched out his left hand quickly.

Make a fist with five fingers, as if there is endless void like a black hole in the palm of your hand.

Combat skill - Heaven-shaking fist!

In an instant, Li Ziyi suddenly felt as if the space around him had suddenly widened. Chen Jing, who was clearly within easy reach, suddenly flashed dozens of meters away, giving him an extraordinarily unreal feeling.

But soon, he was the leader who was not inferior to the seeded players after all. He quickly reacted and realized that he had been deceived by some kind of spiritual magic. In fact, nothing had changed at all.

It's just that it's too late.

Even if it only takes a short moment, Chen Jing, who has experienced hundreds of battles, can still do a lot of things.

He did not continue to stab the sword in his hand, but unexpectedly withdrew it. Then he turned around and dodged Li Ziyi's attack. At the same time, at the moment when the opponent's swords fell involuntarily, there was an unconstrained sword light.

flash.

Two red marks appeared on the opponent's wrist. At the same time, two strange oscillations rushed into the depths of the wrist like needles and erupted at specific meridians.

Clang! Clang!

The two long swords fell from the suddenly weak hands, colliding with the ground and making two crisp sounds.

All this happened in a very short time. It was as short as a single step for ordinary people, but in Chen Jing's hands, it had been moved several times in succession.

Li Ziyi could only watch all this and had no time to react.

Even now, he is still in the explosive stage of combat skills, even though his double swords are no longer available.

His body was still rushing forward, but at this time a sharp blade had quietly stopped on his neck.

Li Ziyi tried to brake but was unable to stop him. Just when he was about to secretly say that I was about to die, the sword on his neck seemed to have its own spirituality. Every time he moved forward a little, it would move back a little, always maintaining an almost close contact.

When he was half-kneeling on the ground, the silver-white sword was still resting on his neck, the wind was light and the clouds were calm, as if the previous scene did not exist.

Swinging the sword like an arm, with ease and ease.

Only the opponent in this game can use the knife so amazingly.

Li Ziyi sighed deeply and slowly raised his right hand:

"I surrender!"

Instantly, cheers rang out in the stadium.

This is an exquisite dance performed by everyone with swordsmanship. How can we not make them jump for joy?

In a remote corner of the auditorium, Lin Zhan, who had watched the entire battle, rubbed his eyes and gritted his teeth and said: "This guy! He is definitely on steroids! No, I need to increase the training intensity three times!

No! Five times as much!”

On the other side, Xin Menglei and the other three were dancing happily. The fruit was still one step away from ripening, so how could they not be overjoyed and excited.

There are many students in the same class, whether they know Chen Jing or not, they all cheer for him. After witnessing Chen Jing’s strength in this game, everyone believes that he will definitely become one of the top ten

One of the people.

This is the first time in so many years that freshmen have qualified to participate in the North-South Competition, and they are honored to witness all this.

Even those tough-talking sophomores, no one would think that Chen Jing would be removed. They are all warriors who are not blind. How could they not see that this junior who is one grade below them is so powerful?

Huo Lingran and Li Ziyi, which one was not superior in strength, were still completely defeated by the other.

Who else can stop his winning streak?

Wu Hengyu? Qi Qingxu? Leng Changheng?

In their eyes before, no one would think that they could definitely defeat Chen Jing.

But Chu Hao can definitely do it.

This is the last fig leaf for all sophomores.

If the first place in the selection is taken away by a freshman, then they will really be ashamed of themselves.

Clang!

The sound of a sword being sheathed is always so sweet.

After the referee announced the result of the game, Chen Jing walked back calmly after putting away the knife.

"Good knife skills."

At this time, Chu Hao, who had never interacted with him before, suddenly said this to him. And unlike before, his expression was very serious now.

Chen Jing looked back, swept the saber at his waist, nodded and said:

"You're good too."

"Is it just good? I don't think so. I'll let you change your opinion later."

Sure enough, Chu Hao's expression only lasted for a moment, and then returned to his previous state of seeming carefree but actually arrogant.

"I am waiting."

Chen Jing left without looking back and walked away.

"I really made a mistake. I thought it was a young eagle, but I didn't expect it to be a dragon."

Qi Qingxu looked at Chen Jing's back and laughed at himself.

No one spoke. After all, Qi Qingxu was like this, so why were they different?

"Didn't Hong Qianzhong shout for revenge? It would be great if he were here. I really want to see his expression at this moment."

After a while, Xue Han suddenly said.

At this moment, he still didn't forget to disgust his old enemy.

Unfortunately, no one was interested in answering the call this time.

Looking at the few acquaintances around him, Xue Han shook his head boredly.

Just then the referee called him.

"Ha! It's Zhang Wanli's turn, let me take him home."

Facing one of the top ten seeds, Xue Han is still confident.

Battles between warriors are always a race against time. It is rare to see a match that drags on for so long and smells like an old woman's feet.

After Chen Jing's game ended, the battles between Shang Qingmei, Li Haoran and others also continued one by one.

There was no upset, no desperate counterattack, except for Li Ziyi, who had some inexplicable thoughts, everything else was as everyone expected, and the person who deserved to win still won.

Chen Jing, Shang Qingmei, Li Haoran, Chu Hao, Wei Zhuohua, Qi Qingxu, Leng Changheng, Wu Hengyu, Xue Han, and Ye Teng.

These ten people make up the ten people in the winner group.

Of course, this does not mean that they are the last ten people.

There is also an internal competition, the winner is sure to get the spot, while the loser has to compete with the top five from the other group for the final spot.

The first thing to start is the competition for the top five finalists in the selection competition.

After the draw, the duel looks like this.

Shang Qingmei VS Wu Hengyu.

Wei Zhuohua VS Qi Qingxu.

Xue Han VS Ye Teng.

Li Haoran VS Chu Hao.
Chapter completed!