Dominating Sword Immortal Chapter 105: Easy winning streak
Chapter 105 Easy win streak
Coincidentally, the first match of the three groups was Wu Zongming. His opponents, like him, were both in the mid-real world.
"Yanhuangquan!"
On the stage, Wu Zongming yelled, his body stood up, and he punched at his opponent.
Bang!
The hot Mars is splashing, and the inner disciple steps back several steps.
One move has the upper hand, Wu Zongming is overwhelming, and the human-level top martial arts Yanhuangquan reaches its limit. Dozens of flame punches are like peacocks opening their screens. Win the starter without any fear.
After stepping down, Wu Zongming said easily: "It's not bad, the first opponent is not very strong."
"It's only the first round now, don't expose too much strength." Ye Chen reminded each other.
"I know this, you can rest assured."
A match is about one-fifth of Zhu Xiang's end. Rarely, the two sides have exactly the same strength, and it is difficult to separate the winner and the loser.
Some group matches ended soon, so they started the second round of the first round.
"Group 7, No. 8 vs. 28."
Wu Zongming said: "Ye Chen, it's your turn."
"Well."
Ye Chen nodded, flying and jumping onto seven groups of platforms.
"The peak of the real situation in the middle of condensed reality is good luck." Ye Chen's opponent is a flat-eyed boy with a large ring knife in his hand. The yellow air swirling on the blade looks extremely heavy.
Ye Chen is speechless, and the other party is also the mid-term peak of Ningzhen Realm, but he doesn't know where his luck is.
"Fail!"
The boy with a flat eyebrow rushed forward, and the hard rock under his feet cracked, and then the large ring knife on his hands crossed a thick arc, chopping directly at Ye Chen.
Ye Chen shook her head and waved her right hand at will. The entire arm was fast and shadowless, and easily hit the opponent's large ring knife, and the other person thought that the knife was in her hand and wanted to chop.
Hoo!
The two men are five steps apart, and the flat-brimmed youth without a knife waved emptyly and said, "What about my knife?"
Ye Chen pointed to the left.
The young man with a flat eyebrow looks at him, his big ring knife is inserted at the edge of the platform, and it is shaking.
No face remained on it, the young man with flat eyebrows pulled out the big ring knife, blushed and jumped off the platform, and hated Ye Chen in his heart, which made him so humiliated.
No accident, Ye Chen won a game and scored two points.
The next round, the third round, and the fifth round, Ye Chen easily defeated his opponents without any effort, and the points reached ten.
Wu Zongming lost a game in the fourth round with eight points.
There, Zhang Haoran was in the tenth group. He was promoted to Ningzhen Realm and repaired for him in the middle of the past. He also won five games in a row.
Huang Bingwen, who played against Ye Chen at first, seems to have improved. He lost only one match in five games. Like Wu Zongming, he accumulated eight points.
After the five rounds, the elders announced a half-hour break to let everyone fight to restore their energy and strength.
On the VIP table on the east side, Ye Tianhao smiled and said to Shen Yuqing: "Dust is good, he has won five games in a row, and it looks very easy."
Shen Yuqing is also very happy, saying: "We are worrying for nothing. In the past six months, Chen's progress has not been general, and there is hope in the top 100."
"Indeed, let's wait and see!"
The half-hour break is over and the game continues.
Unlike the first five rounds, there will be seed players joining in the last five rounds. It's not a good luck to meet them, but only when you meet them, you will be stubborn.
Wu Zongming's luck is really bad this time. Although he didn't meet the seed player, he met an inner disciple who practiced in the later period of condensed realm. After insisting on ten moves, he lost.
Zhang Haoran continued to win, with 12 points.
Huang Bingwen lost one game and still accumulated eight points.
In the sixth and seventh game, Ye Chen's turn again.
"Hey boy, that's the end of your winning streak." It is a squint-eyed young man, about seventeen or eighteen years old, who is too old among many disciples. His accumulation of time has resulted in his rich combat experience. , Generally can be ranked to a hundred or so.
Oh!
This time Ye Chen took the initiative to attack, and He Yingbu Shi unfolded. The whole person disappeared into the other person's sight. When he saw Ye Chen again, his chest hurt suddenly, and his hard fist struck him away. Rising from the ground and flying out of the platform.
He fell heavily on the ground, and the squinting young man didn't believe it. How could he beat me in one move? How strong is he?
"Feng Ping, this master is not easy! It seems that he has hidden strength." Zhou Ruo glanced at Ye Chen, said to Feng Ping indifferently.
Feng Ping shook his head and smiled, "Compared to other insiders, the strength is indeed a lot higher, but I have only been defeated."
Xiao Ye grinned, "Although he is not your opponent, there is still hope in the top three of the group."
It's another game and it's the ninth game.
"Zero to twenty-fourth!"
"It's your turn." Xiao Ye said with his hands on his chest.
Hoo!
The breeze swept away, and Feng Ping's afterimage was blown away. When he looked again, he had reached the stage.
"Good God, when will he be on the stage."
"It is worthy of Brother Feng Ping, 'Flying in the Wind'. He is almost the same as the wind, without shadow or form."
The disciples inside the door looked at each other.
Ye Chen's brows frowned slightly. Although Feng Ping's speed was incredible, the real terrible thing was the kind of artistic conception integrated into the wind. The combination of the two, the meritorious power had a qualitative improvement, and people could not understand The illusion, of course, does not include him.
"Brother Feng, my name is Gao Liang. Please enlighten me a lot." The Fanglian boy knew how big the difference in strength between the two sides was, respectfully.
Feng Ping nodded, "Just come on! I will have a sense of starting."
After hearing the words, the square-faced boy looked dignified, pulled the sword out of the scabbard, and stabbed at Feng Ping with a stroke.
Oh!
The sword trembled on the way, transforming into four sword images, each of which is extremely sharp, cutting the air into pieces and shattering the air.
Seeing that the sword's tip was about to stab Feng Ping, a happy face flashed on the face of the teenager.
At this moment, Feng Ping moved, leaning back, keeping a constant distance from the sword tip, and drifting backwards.
"How is that possible? My sword is not as fast as his body." After chasing for dozens of steps, the square-faced boy could not stab the other side, and his face changed greatly.
No interest in playing with the opponent, Feng Ping flicked his sword over the sword.
Oh!
Gently flick, the boy with a square face can hardly hold the sword in his hand. The newly condensed sword light is instantly broken, and the plan to hurt people fails.
Then, a kick was hit in the chest, and blood leaked out of the corner of the mouth.
"Brother Feng is too powerful. The dialect has been winning streak so far, but it has been easily defeated. How strong are the top ten disciples."
"Very strong, Brother Feng hasn't really moved at all."
"In this way, basically no one in our group can beat Brother Feng, and Ye Chen on the 28th is definitely not Brother Feng's opponent."