Dominating Sword Immortal Chapter 106: Strange battle

Chapter 106 Strange Battles

Under the stage, Wu Zongming turned his head to Ye Chen and said, "Ye Chen, you must be careful when you meet Brother Feng. His light work is more than that."

"I know, don't worry." Among the people present, Ye Chen saw it better than anyone else, but when it comes to light work, he really doesn't need to be afraid of the other party.

In the seventh round of the competition, Wu Zongming, Zhang Haoran, and Huang Bingwen all lost. Wu Zongming and Huang Bingwen were due to their limited strength, and they naturally lost when they met strong players. Zhang Haoran met one of the top ten disciples. Ghost sword Li crazy.

The ghost sword Li Kuang deserves the title of ghost sword. With only one sword, Zhang Haoran lost.

Seriously speaking, the difference in strength between the two is not so big. After all, Zhang Haoran is a genius in Liu Yunzong. He cannot be easily defeated in one move, but he can only blame him for his bad luck. The mad swordsmanship is known for its unpredictable ghosts. As long as it has a weaker strength, it is difficult to get a sword. That sword is like a nightmare. There is no way to stop it, as if it was on the sword.

Zhang Haoran, who lost the game, stared at the ghost sword Li Kuang, he couldn't imagine that he couldn't stop a sword.

Ghost Sword Li turned around madly, and walked down the stage softly: "Practice for another year."

"Under the core disciples, Brother Li Kuang is the first swordsman."

"I think back now, I think that sword is too scary, my eyes can't keep up, my perception can't keep up, even my intuition can't keep up. It's very fast, but it gives a slow illusion. If it were me, I'm afraid it would go crazy immediately. "

"Brother Li Kuang is terrific, but look over there." An inner disciple points to a group of platforms, and two of them are starting to fight.

Others are talking.

"Brother Dong Haohua, the ninth-ranked disciple among the top ten disciples," double guns ", who is his opponent and how have I never met."

"Me too."

"It seems that it suddenly popped up. Do you have this character among the inner disciples?"

A group of platforms.

Leng Junqing is expressionless, puts his right hand on the hilt of the sword, pulls out, and slashes.

Oh!

The six sword lights drifted over, covering Dong Haohua's body.

Dong Haohua smiled confidently, and the five-foot-long double-armed gun swayed left and right. The diffuse gun shadow easily smashed the sword light and blasted towards the other side.

Sure.

Dong Haohua was in the same place, looking down, and the clothes on her chest didn't know when to crack a hole, and the slight bloodshots leaked out.

"I lost! What's your name?" Dong Haohua knew that if it wasn't for the mercy of his opponent, this sword would have killed him, but he didn't understand it. He clearly broke the six sword shadows. The stroke was really alive.

"Li Yun!"

Leaving down two words, the cold young boy stepped down.

"It is incredible to defeat Brother No. 9 Dong Haohua with a single sword! When have such terrible characters appeared among the inner disciples."

"Even Brother Dong was defeated by one sword. This Li Yun Bacheng can compete with Brother Li Kuang. I don't know whose swordsmanship is better."

Not far away, Li Jian, the ghost sword narrowed his eyes, staring at Li Yun's back.

To date, one of the top ten disciples has been defeated. Many people with insufficient strength have no hope of themselves, but they hope to see the second and third.

Waves are rising again.

On the eight groups of platforms, another person defeated Song Fei, the tenth most important disciple of the inner gate.

Although the iron leg Song Fei ranks only tenth, that's why his fighting style is too tough. If you hit it hard, you can still lean forward.

And his opponent also specializes in leg training, only three legs, the first leg kicked Song Fei's leg shadow, the second leg kicked the opponent's body, and the third leg was light. He bumped lightly on his chest, stepped on a foot, and made it natural.

If this is not the case, it will not cause a sensational effect. The inner disciples who defeated Song Fei are called Tie Feng. This year is 19 years old. They are among the oldest disciples in Liuyunzong. His talents were average, but this time he saw the battle, but it gave a kind of master style. The whole person changed from the inside to the outside, like a moth turned into a butterfly and turned upside down.

"This great device is late!"

On the elders table, some elders expressed their emotions.

Several elders beside him nodded again and again, "Diligent can make up for the poor, and to the extreme, they can understand what many people don't understand. This can be focused on training."

"Oh, I haven't seen a disciple who hasn't seen Daqi in the past, but this time it's more shocking than ever before. It's like a reborn."

Wu Zongming asked Ye Chen, "Ye Chen, what do you see? Why do I think those three legs are very ordinary, but it is strange that Brother Song Fei can't stop it."

Ye Chen exhaled slowly, "That's the potential!"

"Potential?" Wu Zongming was puzzled.

Ye Chen explained: "The so-called potential is very mysterious, words cannot be expressed. To understand it simply, he is aware of the potential of the heavens and the earth, and integrated this potential into the leg method at first glance. Ordinary, but people can't stop, after all, before the world, the manpower is too small. "

Wu Zongming seems to understand.

At the end of the game, the higher the points, the lower the points.

So far, Ye Chen's points are eighteen points, and Feng Ping is tied for first place.

Finally, the game goes to the final round, the tenth round.

"Game 1, Zero vs. 28!"

The deacon's voice dropped, and Ye Chen ’s inner disciples boiled. In the first nine rounds, they have seen Ye Chen is very powerful. After all, in the ten groups, it is very rare to win nine games, except eight There are only a few other seed players. If Ye Chen hadn't met Feng Ping, he might have won ten games in a row, and tied with Feng Ping for the first place in the final, but now I'm afraid it's impossible.

Unlike the crowd, Ye Chen stepped onto the stage.

On the opposite side, Feng Ping said freely, "Your strength is good."

"You can do it."

Ye Chen's words stunned others. Brother Feng Ping's strength is only good. What a joke? Man cannot be so arrogant!

"Oh, being too arrogant is not good, let me try your bottom line!" Feng Ping recognized Ye Chen's strength, but did not think that the other party could beat himself, his body flashed, and the person had lost The trail seemed to be integrated into the wind.

Ye Chen stood still, waved his fist to the left, and the fist and the fingers touched together, making a terrible popping sound.

But then, Feng Ping's attack was more fierce. One finger pointed at Mang from all sides to Ye Chen, snoring, but he still did not show up.

"On light work, I haven't been afraid of anyone yet!" As he spoke, Ye Chen's figure also disappeared, and Dou Mang hit the countertop into a horse honeycomb.

Slap, slap, slap!

On the counter, you can only see the shadow of the fist and the finger. Due to the speed of the two, they are too weird, and they can only see a trace of ghosts.

"It's weird. Let's see how we can't think of Ye Chen being so powerful. The strength is obviously hidden in front." Someone couldn't help but say.

"Brother Feng Ping should haven't really moved!"