\"Whizzing……\"

Above the infield, a figure of the body broke out, and the ray of light was wrapped up, and jumped onto the ancient stone platform, for fear that someone would step forward.

Sixty-eight people, only sixteen stone platforms, this competition is very intense.

Zhang Qing, Xu Jiahui, Liu Wei, Yu Chao, Wang Fan, five people know their own strength, fear that they will not be able to compete for the final, but at least they must also be on the duel. When they think about it, they have also been with these pro-disciples. The latter has a positive confrontation.

Some people rushed to the docking station, but some people were careless and secretly watching.

Yun Lingfeng, Gu Chenyou, Gong Yi, Mu Yao, Nan Liran and other sword towers have been in the forefront of the rankings, it seems that they are not too anxious, secretly observing.

\"Whizzing……\"

But it was also very fast, and the rest of the figure, and then some people stood up and boarded the confrontation.

These sword towers have always been in the forefront of the existence, are deliberately avoiding, avoid standing on a confrontation table.

The two strong fights, there must be a defeat!

Their goal is to enter at least the first sixteenth, even if they can confidently win, do not want to encounter too strong opponents, do not want to consume too much.

The more opponents will be, the stronger they will be. The excessive consumption in front will be unable to support them later.

"Hey!"

On the 16th matchup stage, as the disciples in the forefront of these sword towers boarded, others also tacitly began to join hands with the highest ranked disciples.

. However, this kind of joint hand-in-hand is definitely not 100%. Once there is an opportunity, anyone will unscrupulously shoot the other side down the counter, which is related to the ranking.

On all the counters, the atmosphere was tight. With some people shooting, if the bombs were detonated, all the confrontation on the stage, the breath was surging, the energy was surging, the light was fluctuating, and the confrontation was on the verge.

"Kid, you are not worthy!"

Not far from the confrontation stage, a pro-disciple disciple snorted, and the figure was like electricity, which appeared directly in front of Zhang Qing.

The pro-disciple disciple clenched his fingers, and a fist in his hand had already arrived in front of Zhang Qing. The light black soil attribute made the surrounding emptiness also tremble, and the sound of the whistling sound came from the air.

At these speeds, Zhang Qing had a sword in his hand, but there was no chance to even take a shot. Cangjie directly rushed back and took off some strength, but his chest was also hit by a punch, and his body suddenly fell. Out, was shocked and flew out of the match.

"Hey..."

Almost at the same time, Yan Chao, Liu Wei, and Wang Fan were also attacked by their opponents and were directly thrown off the stage.

Several people have fallen into the field, and they vomit blood in their mouths. They are not opponents at all.

These disciples who can get a quota are at least three-level and four-level repairs.

Although Zhai Chao, Zhang Qing and other recent months have broken through the amazing times, they have been tempered and changed from the inside to the inside.

But this is too short, they are still far from being able to compare with these pro-disciples.

The strength of Zhang Qing, Yan Chao, Wang Fan, etc. is too weak. The relatives of the disciples on the stage are too lazy to be with Zhang Qing, and they don’t bother to deal with their opponents. They are even more shy to be on the same stage. Zhang Qing will be on the same stage. Wait for the sweep out.

Looking at Zhang Qing was swept down to the counter, Hou Changming was not surprised by the law. As long as there was no serious problem, he also knew that Zhang Qing’s cultivation was not enough to compete with the prostitutes.

"Oh..."

Not far from the stage, Xu Jiahui was immediately attacked.

A woman is in the shot of Xu Jiahui, the black hair behind the back of the brain, the pace of change is unpredictable, the hand holds the sword, but disdain to Xu Jiahui sword, left to sell the palm.

Xu Jiahui Jiao Yan discoloration, with its cultivation as strength, can not compete, rapid retreat.

"A foreign disciple, you are not worthy to come and fight with us!"

The woman said indifferently, the speed is gone, the hand is shaking, the five fingers are holding the palm as a fist, and the fist is wrapped with the fiery fire attribute. If the flame is filled, the fist is also rendered into a red color, with a fierce and fierce trend. Catch up again.

Xu Jiahui avoided the chest, but a punch immediately fell on his shoulder.

"puff……"

Under the impact of a fierce spurt, Xu Jiahui vomited blood, and the body was immediately slammed into the opposite stage.

"laugh……"

Just as Xu Jiahui was about to fall to the ground, a figure appeared quietly, with open arms, a soft force like a whirlpool, and Xu Jiahui's body lifted gently.

"Su Yi big brother."

Xu Jiahui trembled, and then squinted at the sudden appearance of the figure, not who Su Yi can still have.

"Healing it."

Su Yi smiled slightly, and released his arms and placed Xu Jiahui aside.

For Xu Jiahui's fall, Su Yi is not surprised. Xu Jiahui's strength has skyrocketed in the battlefield of Wanjian for a month. However, if compared with these pro-disciples, the gap in a short period of time is not a star or a half.

Xu Jiahui nodded, although he was somewhat frustrated that he was swept down by a move, but he also had a number in his heart.

The strength of the soles of the feet swept, the soles of the feet slightly pointed, and Su Yi’s figure suddenly boarded the confrontation table that Xu Jiahui had just set foot on.

"Hey..."

There are still four people on this pair. In addition to the woman who just defeated Xu Jiahui, there are three young people who are fighting fiercely.

Su Yi's eyes swept over, and his eyes finally fell on the woman's body, and a sharp color plucked out of her eyes.

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Feeling Su Yi's gaze, the woman's eyes also have some unwarranted tremors. She sees that Su Yi has just been close to Xu Jiahui, and also knows Su Yi's recent reputation in the Excalibur.

"Humph!"

But soon, the woman snorted, her sword tower ranking is also nearly 30, plus this Wanjian battlefield repaired to make another breakthrough, has already reached the five spiritual repairs of Yuan Ling, and there is no need to taboo this kid.

"call out!"

The woman took the initiative to shoot, the black hair fluttered, the shot was full force, the sword in the hand hit the sword, the sword light, the sword mans swept, accompanied by the wind breaking toward Su Yi.

Su Yi's feet fluttered, and the figure quickly traversed, avoiding this blow. The swordsman swept his own side, and the wind and wind spread, making the skin sweaty.

This sword seems to be simple, but in fact it is already the woman's full strength, this sword is not the same.

However, when the sword had just failed, the woman had already stunned the scorpion and seemed to feel something.

Sure enough, the woman’s premonition to herself was correct. The teenager in front of her eyes had appeared in front of her eyes for a moment. Among the deep scorpions, a smattering of red light made her heart tremble.

"You also give me down!"

Su Yi opened, blue robes hunting, the body's vitality surged, the shocking black hair was scattered, the flashing red light, the dawn of Zhan Zhan, a punch has already blasted.