"Soul Chasing Sword!"

Le Feng's figure and sword turned into a whole, with the afterimage and the sword light intertwined, and the sword was in a different direction, which was extremely thrilling.

Dingding Ding Ding...

In the blink of an eye, the two of them fought for more than a dozen swords in an interlaced manner.

Everyone in the audience held their breath and couldn't see the details of the confrontation clearly with their naked eyes, only a blurry sword shadow and sword light was seen.

rub!

Suddenly, a figure quickly took a few steps back, looking a little embarrassed.

Cheng Yun was shocked and there was a trace of blood on his cheek.

Le Feng held the sword and carried his back with a smile on his face.

"Chen Yun was defeated?"

"I didn't even see the details clearly, it was too fast!"

There was a lot of discussion below the scene.

In the battle just now, they witnessed the strength of the outer genius Le Feng and the previous veteran Cheng Yun.

“Win No. 49.”

The referee waved the flag and declared Lefeng to win.

...

"Senior Brother Cheng has made great progress, how could he lose so quickly?"

Huang Yuan was surprised.

"The swordsman fights, and the winner is only at the forefront. What's more, Le Feng's body is slightly better than half the size, and he still has a treasure weapon and a broken sword in his hand."

Hu Yiba's natural way.

His eyes flashed across Lefeng, an opponent that cannot be ignored.

Be stronger in body skills and stronger in weapons, these are all advantages!

Cheng Yun was not unfair to defeat him.

After this battle, Le Feng's popularity soared, winning the admiration and admiration of many female disciples. Some male disciples also admired his strength and demeanor.

In addition to Lefeng's battle.

In the ninth round, there is also a highly-watched battle.

"Nangong Li vs. Yuan Beitong!"

There was an uproar in the audience, and the attention was even better than that of Lefeng.

On stage.

Nangong Li held a folding fan in his hand and looked at a strong man like a tiger on the opposite side.

The strong man was half a piece taller than a normal person; before the war started, his fists were hitting like a hammer, and the barbaric aura that hit him was heartbroken.

"Is this Yuan Beitong, the number one Hercules in the outer sect?"

Chen Yu is very interested.

Yuan Beitong ranked fifth in the last major competition. His biggest advantage is his natural divine power.

His "natural divine power" was born, not produced by Chen Yu's fusion of the mysterious heart.

Opening the mountain fist!

Yuan Beitong roared, his thick inner breath vibrated and low, and his fists were moved, like a millstone slashing through the air. Any punch could crush the Niu and Hu to death.

Pang! Pang!

As the punches were moved, the ground was shaking faintly, and the terrifying force caused a wave of air.

There was a "pop".

Nangong Li's folding fan suddenly whipped Yuan Beitong's arm, and the latter shouted and stepped a few steps away.

Nangong Li floated in a flash and withdrew half a foot.

"The power is really great, the inner breath is strong, and the reaction is not slow. It is worthy of being the fifth in the last session, and you can fight me head-on."

Nangong Li smiled.

certainly.

His behavior is a bit naughty. After all, the other party is a person born with divine power and he even fights head-on.

"But, it's over."

Nangong Li left a afterimage on the spot and slapped Yuan Beitong with a folding fan in his hand.

This time, it was still a frontal attack.

Boo Meow~

Just when everyone was confused, Nangong Li opened his mouth and made a strange sound like a cat's cry.

The strange sound made people dizzy and their hearts trembled.

The disciples off the field, including Chen Yu, all their minds, qi and blood trembled.

"What kind of attack is this?"

Chen Yu was shocked. All they had to bear was a trace of aftermath.

"ah!"

Yuan Beitong on the stage suddenly shook his body, holding his head with both hands, looking irritable and painful.

He endured all the power of the strange sound, and his whole body was spinning, and a buzzing sound in his mind.

Papeng!

Yuan Beitong's stiff moment, and a fan swept him.

thump!

Yuan Beitong's burly body rolled out of the competition stage.

After he woke up, he shouted loudly: "What kind of evil trick is that? How could I lose it-"

Off the field, the disciples looked at each other, looking at Nangong Li's expression, with deep awe.

"It turned out to be a mental secret technique."

"I am worthy of being the young master of the Nangong family. I have practiced the secret technique of spirituality at a young age."

Some of the seniors of the sects present were knowledgeable and could see the mystery.

A secret technique of spirituality?

Chen Yu felt that such invisible and intangible attacks posed a threat to him.

The ninth round of competition will end soon.

In this round, Chen Yu's opponent was not the top ten and he easily won.

"The tenth round is here!"

Chen Yu was excited that the knockout rounds in previous years were usually almost done in ten rounds.

now.

There were only thirty or forty people on the formation board.

The knockout round is coming to an end!

In the tenth round, the chance of meeting strong players is higher. Even if you encounter Duan Xiaolong and Hu Yiba, it is normal.

In the tenth round, Chen Yu soon arrived.

This time, he finally met a powerful opponent.

"Hahaha... Chen Yu! Finally, you Grandpa Huang met you."

A fat, round-faced boy laughed and jumped onto the stage with great pride.

"Huangyuan!"

Some disciples looked shaking when they saw the fat and round boy.

In the evil circle, Hu Yiba and Cheng Yun showed some regrets.
Chapter completed!