The two of Sylphy Xian are equally matched! However, Yang Wei's condition seems to be better, without any discomfort. He seems to be a little uncomfortable when he sees Sylphy Xian a little discomfort and wants to take this opportunity to end the battle quickly.

But Sylphy Xian would not make such a low-level misalignment. Besides, he was not injured, but his wrist was a little numb, and he had already returned to normal in one breath. Seeing Yang Wei chasing him, Sylphy Xian knew that he could no longer be beaten passively!

Taking advantage of Yang Wei's distance from him, Sun Yat-sen rushed towards the other side with a wrist and pulled out a sword flower. His body shook, and a sound of a burst of air came from the air. Before Yang Wei could approach, Sun Yat-sen rushed towards the other side.

The spiritual sword in Sun Yat-sen's hand was swaying at an incredible angle, which gave people an illusion. That was, the sword in his hand could stab at him at any angle. Yang Wei felt this way at this time.

However, Chen Meng outside the field clearly saw that there was a hint of ridicule on Yang Wei's lips, obviously not taking Sylphy's attack to heart! Chen Meng said intimately that it was not good, and was about to remind him that the two were handed over together.

Chen Meng had no choice but to give up and pay attention to every detail. After all, Sylphy Xian had a long sword in his hand. He first stabbed Yang Wei. Just when Sylphy Xian was happy, he found something was wrong!

Because the sword in his hand did stab at it, but it did not cause any damage to the opponent! It was like he was cutting water with a knife. Yang Wei took advantage of the moment when Sun Yat-sen was stunned and quickly approached and punched out.

Sun Yat-sen felt the strong wind coming from beside him, and his body instinctively flashed. However, because the two were too close, Yang Wei's punch still hit Sun Yat-sen's left shoulder.

Sylphy's death staggered and almost fell directly to the ground. Fortunately, he used the spirit sword in his hand as a support to firmly stand firmly.

"You are very strong!" Xuan Yixian said in a deep voice.

"You are not bad either. If you lose, you lose. Your cultivation is slightly weaker than me. If you and I are equal to you, it is really hard to say who wins and who loses." Yang Wei was also very modest, "But now the victory and the defeat have been decided, you should surrender."

"Surrender?" Sylphy turned his shoulders, "It's too early to talk about the outcome. I have a few tricks that are useless. You have to be careful."

When Yang Wei heard that Sylphy was unwilling to give up, he shook his head slightly. He didn't believe that Sylphy had any tricks and could fight back. He knew very well that he had practiced the skills. When encountering someone with a lower cultivation level than him in "Flowing Water Jue", as long as he used the Flowing Water Jue, it would be equivalent to being invincible.

Because the main feature of the Shuai Shui Jue is to turn yourself into like Shuai Shui. Just now, outsiders obviously stabbed Yang Wei with the sword of Sun Yat-sen. But the masters all saw that Yang Wei did not suffer any harm because of the magic of his martial arts!

"Since you don't give up, then you can try it." Yang Wei put on a good posture. Although he felt that he would win, the other party was also a master, and he had no intention of despising him at all.

"Here you come!" Xuan Yixian shouted, "The first move of the exiled immortal is to enter the world!"

With the Exiled Immortal Law, Sun Yat-sen's aura changed again. He originally gave people a sense of ethereality, but at this time his aura was dull, as if he was an ordinary person.

But Yang Wei's eyes on the field were condensed, and he also felt the strangeness of the breath of the Sun Yat-sen Immortal. Seeing the opponent stabbing at him with a sword, Yang Wei did not dare to urge him, so he drove the flowing water and then met him.

Xuan Yixian smiled faintly, twisted his wrist, pointed the tip of the sword directly at Yang Wei, sealing the other party's origin. Yang Wei snorted and punched out the spiritual sword that wanted to shake the other party.

However, this time, Yang Wei was too confident about his own flowing water. The tip of Sylphy's sword broke through his defense, and the tip of the sword pierced into his fist and pressed against the bones.

Yang Wei was shocked, and he didn't expect that the other party's move would hurt him. He retracted his arms, slashed his toes on the ground, and wanted to retreat.

Sylphy finally gained the upper hand, so how could he easily give the other party a chance, bully himself, and completely block the other party's retreat.

At this time, Yang Wei didn't care about his fists and was still bleeding. With his footsteps, he rose into the air and slashed with one leg, trying to use attack as the defense.

Yang Wei suddenly changed his move and disrupted his attack. He still stabbed out a simple sword, facing Yang Wei's leg.

Yang Wei didn't dare to slash, so he had to punch it out, and it was another Hundred Steps Divine Fist! But this time it was not to hurt people, but with the power of the recoil, he distanced himself from Sylphy.

When Yang Wei stood still, Sun Yat-sen did not continue to pursue him. Because the opponent was defeated! Sure enough, just after Yang Wei stood still, he sighed: "Oh... the Yangtze River pushes the previous wave, young man, you are very strong. I lost!"

Yang Wei knew that it would be meaningless to continue to play, it was just a game, and there was no need to show his ability to save his life.

And the other party just made a move, how many moves are there? He thought he had no chance to win, so he jumped off the ring.

"Sylphy's victory!" host Lei Dong shouted.

While the two were fighting in full swing, the other arenas had already ended the battle. Seeing that Chen Meng was under the ring, Sun Yat-sen walked towards him after getting off the ring.

"I'm very strong. I didn't understand what happened to you just now." Chen Meng patted Sylphy's shoulder and smiled.

"We will always have a chance to fight, you will know when you try it." Sylphy said with a smile.

Since this time, all the experts are competing, and because of the competition the day before, every player has some understanding of other players.

So today's game ended, and the morning passed. The official decision of the martial arts conference was to let all the players rest for a while and start the competition at 2:00 p.m.

The reason for this is to be fair in the game. After all, Chen Meng is the one who has no strength at all.

Since Sylphy's fight was fierce, it needed to adjust well to deal with the next game. However, Chen Meng felt that the rest hall was too dull, so she went out alone to walk.

I didn't find any treasure yesterday. Chen Meng thought that his luck today might be better.

As soon as he left, Chen Meng was drowned by the noise. Various hawking sounds filled the entire black market. Chen Meng has become accustomed to this atmosphere these days. She smiled slightly and was in a crowd.

In an inconspicuous corner, a middle-aged man holding a cigarette gun was smoking silently. Seeing Chen Meng's figure, the middle-aged man followed quietly.

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