Dominating Sword Immortal Chapter 107: The final

Chapter 107 Finals

Feng Ping did not hear the discussion of the audience. He is now completely shocked. Among the disciples, some people can not lose him in light work.

"Hundreds of thousands of rushes!"

Feng Ping pointed out, the sky was full of fingertips, the fingertips cracked the air, and the sound of crickets continued.

噗 ...

Ye Chen's figure was penetrated and scattered all of a sudden. It turned out to be a residual image.

"Your light work is just that." Ye Chen's voice came from behind Feng Ping.

Feng Ping was angry and shameless. His body revolved fiercely like a whirlwind. Numerous Doman burrs radiated in all directions. Some fingers perforated the stone pillars on the edge of the platform.

Ye Chen's eyes are sharp, his body flashes, and he shuttles between countless fingers. These fingers are not launched at the same time. There are always front and back, fast and slow. With strong body control and speed Ye Chen entered the room with nowhere, seeing stitches, staggering to the five steps in front of Feng Ping.

"How can it be that he can't be beaten like this."

Including Xiao Ye and Zhou Ruo, all the inner disciples in the audience were choked and their mouths opened slightly.

People with eyesight know that it ’s impossible to completely avoid fingertips by speed alone. After all, the gap between each fingertip is very small, and the small one is negligible, and these fingertips are not arranged. In order, there is no way to find the law. If you want to pass through it, your eyesight, mental strength, physical strength, speed, response, and overall view must reach the upper level.

On the elders' seat, the elder said with a smile: "This is good, not many people can beat Feng Ping on light work."

The second elder nodded, "Feng Ping's body can not be underestimated, but after all, he is not as good as the other side, and he is also inferior in his proficiency."

"Ha, it's a blessing for me to have three potential disciples in a row!" The three elders couldn't help laughing.

On the stage, as soon as Ye Chen punched out, Zhenfei Feng Ping simply shouted.

"Ye Chen wins!"

The deacon shouted and shouted.

Ye Chen is not too proud. Her body slipped, and she immediately fell beside Wu Zongming.

Wu Zongming just saw the blood boiling and was excited, "It's great, even Brother Feng Ping's light work can't reach you."

"He can't comprehend the true meaning of the wind, just the speed of the wind." Wind is invisible and invisible. If Feng Ping can comprehend, Ye Chen is naturally inferior to him in light work.

Feng Ping stepped out of power and lost to others with light effort, which hit him a lot. After all, he was confident and thought that he could easily solve Ye Chen.

The tenth round is over.

The deacon draws points.

"Seventh group, first place Ye Chen, points 20; second place Feng Ping, points 18, third place ..."

The first three players in the group stage qualify for the final. Feng Ping has not been eliminated.

Soon, the other teams also ranked in the top three.

Wu Zongming lost too many games and was disqualified from the finals. Zhang Haoran lost only one game and ranked second. As for Li Yun and Tie Feng, they advanced to the first place in the group.

No matter how exciting the game is, we also have to eat. It's already noon.

The elder stood up and announced that the finals would be held in the afternoon.

Liu Yunzong's inner canteen.

"It's really unexpected that three strong men emerged from this class of inner disciples, one Li Yun, one Tiefeng, and one Ye Chen."

"Li Yun's swordsmanship is so powerful that I have not figured out how he defeated Brother Dong Haohua."

"The iron peaks are not bad either. Three legs solved Brother Song Fei and he was as stable as a mountain."

"You say, Ye Chen is very good except for his merits."

"It is estimated that you can do a good job! But to overcome him, you must be the top six of the top ten disciples."

"Well, no matter how hard you work, if you ca n’t attack, you ca n’t defeat Brother Li Kuang and others."

"Yeah! Except for Feng Ping, Dong Haohua and Song Fei, the other seven did not reveal their full strength, not even 70% of their strength was revealed. It is difficult to win them, and everything must not be too Poor. "

"Don't say it, besides, I'm excited to be unable to eat. I really want to see the finals soon. At that time, the top ten disciples will go all out, and the top disciples will face off!"

Afternoon.

Budo Plaza boils again, and it is more lively several times than in the morning.

On the central platform, the elder Yang said: "The finals are divided into knockout and ranked matches. There will be 20 eliminated in the knockout matches, leaving only ten. The ranking matches determine the ranking of the top ten disciples in this session ... ... "

Below, Ye Chen listened to it clearly. There were ten rounds of the knockout round, divided into three platforms, but there were no fixed personnel on each platform, that is, whoever was drawn was on the platform. As for which platform, possible.

After the ten rounds, the top ten points will become the top ten disciples of this term.

After becoming the top ten disciple, there will be a ranking competition. The ranking competition is the most complicated and requires a lot of games, not to mention.

"Now, the finals officially begin." The elder elated and said loudly.

Boom!

The audience is so loud that everyone is supporting their favorite inner disciples.

"First platform, Song Fei is against Jiang Hao!"

"The second platform, Li Yun to Wu Yuan!"

"Third platform, Mengchong vs. Feng Ping!"

There is no suspense between the first platform and the second platform, and the third platform is a bit interesting. After all, this is a duel between the top ten disciples of the last Inner Door, which immediately triggered a mountain-like tsunami applause. .

Six people came to power.

Unsurprisingly, Song Fei and Li Yun easily defeated their opponents and scored two points.

The battle on the third platform has not yet started.

Feng Ping looked at Meng Chong extremely diligently. As one of the top ten disciples in the inner door, there were two people he most did not want to meet, one was the ghost sword Li Kuang and the other was the blood shadow sword Meng Chong.

Gi Jian Li ’s mad swordsmanship is unpredictable, invincible, and slightly weaker. He can scarcely threaten him. Mengchong is even more terrible. His advantages are overwhelming, and his qualities are top-notch. It was almost impossible to meet him.

It's just that Feng Ping still wants to walk from Meng Chong. What's more, he is also one of the top ten disciples in the inner door.

Meng Chong grinned, "Feng Ping, are you thinking about how to pass a knife from me?"

"Give up this plan! Your strength is too far from mine."

Step by step towards Feng Ping, Meng Chong's right hand was placed on the knife handle.

Flash!

Feng Ping's scalp was numb, and he rushed to the side, his body disappeared instantly.

"Can't escape!"

Few people saw how Meng Chong's knife came out, but only the blood-red sword-man flashed away.

The next moment, Feng Ping's figure showed that the clothes on his chest were cracked by a long and narrow knife mark, and extended to the waist.

Ha!

A few laughs, Meng Chong turned and stepped down.