Bang bang bang......

In the center of the floating island, three rings slowly rise, in black, white and blue, divided into three directions.

Immediately, the names of the first round of battles were engraved on the stone tablets next to the three rings.

Next to the three rings, the players holding the same color signs have already arrived to check on their opponents.

Looking at the battle charts on the three stone tablets, the players present were nothing, they were all silent, meditating and breathing, and they could burst out at any time with the best combat power.

On the contrary, the crowd watching the battle broke out from time to time to exclaim, and there were several battles in the battle map, which were the battles of the strongest of the younger generation in the Twin Cities, and they appeared in the first round, which was really shocking.

In the crowd, many of the powerhouses of Dongcheng were indignant, because in the first round of the matchup map, there were several collisions of Dongcheng Young Grandmasters, which made the people of Dongcheng very unbalanced.

The reason why this is the case is mainly because the number of young grandmasters in Dongcheng is twice that of Xiling Battle City. With such a large base, it is naturally easy to have a strong duel in the same battle city.

Qin Mo stood beside the black ring, also at the top of the stone tablet, and saw his opponent.

In the first battle, 12 black cards vs. 17 black cards!

"It's me in the first scene!?" Qin Mo was a little surprised, this was the first time this kind of situation.

Following the stairs of the black ring, Qin Mo walked up step by step and saw the opponent of the black card seventeen.

On the other side of the ring, stood a thin young man, with a thin face and a gray robe, but carrying a broadsword with ten fingers wide and ten fingers.

"Qin Mo, I really can't imagine that my opponent in the first battle is the first day of the formation path and the innate group. I don't know if I'm lucky or yours!" the thin young man sneered, his eyes playful.

Qin Mo is sword tied to his waist, his expression is light, and he is as calm as Yue.

At this time, a pair of eyes around him have already bet, and the first battle of the black ring has undoubtedly attracted the attention of many people.

Qin Mo, who won the first place in the double group, didn't expect to play in the first round of the black ring. I'm afraid it's also the last battle of his Grandmaster Group!"

"Hahaha...... No matter how high the talent is, condensing the sword seat is only an innate realm. I still think too much about what kind of storm I want to stir up in a group of young grandmasters. ”

"Qin Mo is also unlucky, the opponent in the first battle is the broadsword Wang Sheng of the Eastern Lie Battle City, this is the top forty of the top forty young grandmasters in the East City. ”

"Losing the first battle is not a bad thing for Qin Mo. It's also a rare grind!"

The crowd was in a commotion, there were many discussions, and the voices gradually rose, although there were many people who were not optimistic about Qin Mo's first battle. However, the cheering is also one after another.

On the high platform, the old man of the sword sat upright, showing concern, he also wanted to see how the combat power of this young man was.

"With Qin Mo's talent, coupled with the rumors, his performance in the blade fight is believed to be comparable to the powerhouse in the middle stage of the grandmaster. However, against these young grandmasters, the odds of victory are very small. It's a pity that I didn't see this son's battle in the innate group......"

Jian Lao muttered to himself, sighed very regretfully, and then remembered something, turned his head and glared at Xu Baiyuan behind him.

Behind him, Xu Baiyuan's face was bruised, and he hurriedly smiled, but he was crying and mourning, and he didn't dare to squeak.

These days, Xu Baiyuan has been living a hot life, and the sword veteran is trapped in the cage of the sword, which can be said to be tortured as better than death.

Looking at the black-haired young man with outstanding bearing in the black ring, Xu Baiyuan couldn't help but sigh secretly, thinking of all the past events on the Yin Ghost Ancient Road, the heart and decisiveness that this young man showed at that time.

Thinking of all this, Xu Baiyuan had to admit that if he hadn't been a disciple at that time, he would definitely have discovered the extraordinaryness of this young man and would not have missed it.

"Boy, come on!" Xu Baiyuan muttered.

At this time, in the black ring, the face of the thin young man Wang Sheng was a little unsightly, and he heard that many people in the audience were cheering for Qin Mo, and he immediately sneered.

"Qin Mo, it seems that there are still many people, I hope you can achieve a victory in the battle of the Grandmaster Group. It's a pity, your opponent in the first battle is me!

Wang Sheng's face was solemn, his right hand holding the broadsword, his thumb pushed, and with a bang, the broadsword was still unsheathed, cutting through the space, and bursting into a roar.

At the same time, as soon as his legs moved, his whole body exploded with a terrifying energy, which actually pushed his body and roared forward, like a giant chariot crashing over.

This sword is not only as fast as thunder, but also as heavy as a mountain!

This sword alone made the crowd of onlookers change color one after another, and even the sword dao powerhouses who had been obsessed with swordsmanship for decades couldn't use this sword.

Countless people were shocked, the top forty young grandmasters in Dongcheng were all extremely strong.

Thundered...... , The furious sword qi roared in, blowing Qin Mo's robe, and his black hair flew wildly.

However, Qin Mo's expression was calm from beginning to end, as if he was ignoring this domineering sword.

"Are you scared stupid? Hmph, then lie down, let this sword be the end of your martial arts!" Wang Sheng's eyes flashed, and the power of the sword increased by two percent.

Airplanes...... , The tip of the broadsword was about to pierce Qin Mo's face, and the brilliant sword light reflected his face, at this moment, Qin Mo's right arm moved, and his fingers popped out, impartially, and flicked on the side of the broadsword.

The moment his fingers popped out, his fingertips shone with a sharp sword.

Bite......

A thunderous roar came from the black ring, rumbling and spreading.

Wang Sheng's hand holding the broadsword felt a huge force coming, and he involuntarily raised it, retreated, and took seven steps back in a row before he stopped his body, only to feel that the wrist holding the sword was faintly painful.

"How is it possible!?With just my fingers, I flicked off my Xuan-level upper-rank sword!?" Wang Sheng's face changed drastically.

Although his tone was sarcastic before, he did not despise this black-haired boy at all.

After all, during this period of time, the legendary deeds of this young man were circulating in the main city of Donglie, opening the blade battle, winning the first place in the formation path and the innate group, and a few days ago, he reached ninety percent of the innate sword mang, condensed into a sword seat......

In terms of qualifications alone, Wang Sheng admitted that this young man was definitely above him, and there was a huge gap in cultivation between the two.

Therefore, Wang Sheng's sword just now did not leave his hand, but it was a killing move of his, and he used eighty percent of his strength.

Unexpectedly, Qin Mo didn't dodge or dodge, and with just a flick of his fingers, he flicked his saber away.

On the opposite side, Qin Mo's black hair fluttered, and an invisible sword aura appeared around his body, and he swallowed a wisp of sword light from his fingertips, like the edge of a divine sword.

"This ...... It is impossible to fight me with only the fingers of flesh!......"

At this moment, Wang Sheng felt extremely humiliated, he was a top swordsman at the grandmaster level, and his opponent was only in the innate realm, but he didn't fight with a sword.

Buzz Buzz!

The broadsword shook wildly, and the mighty sword light rolled like a wheel, sweeping towards Qin Mo, and in an instant, the violent sword momentum had annihilated Qin Mo's entire person.

Dingdingding...... In a cloud of sword light, only a dense collision sound was heard, like rain hitting plantains, endlessly.

All around, the eyes of the crowd watching the battle widened, and many people who had mocked Qin Mo before had already shut up.

On the high platform, the high-level figures of the Dongshi Mansion and the Deng family present were extremely gloomy, and they couldn't imagine that the situation of Qin Mo's first battle was like this.

On the other side, Jian Lao's eyes were also wide open, and the two warring sides were reflected in his pupils, clearly seeing Qin Mo's every move.

"What a terrible finger skill! What a terrible courage! What a terrible fighting instinct!" the old sword muttered to himself.

The crowd watching the battle around them, perhaps half of them, couldn't understand why Qin Mo was able to compete with Wang Sheng's domineering sword skills with just a snap of his fingers.

To put it bluntly, it is very simple, that is, in the swift and electric sword momentum, accurately find the side of the sword body, run a very strong finger strength, and break the surface with a point to resolve the opponent's terrible sword momentum.

To do this, on the one hand, you need excellent finger skills, and on the other hand, you need the courage to dance on the blade, because if you are not careful, you may have the consequences of breaking your hand.

Finally, you need your own kendo attainments, which are far above your opponents.

Bite!

A deafening collision sound suddenly sounded in the black ring.

The boundless sword momentum suddenly stopped, and a broadsword flew up, spinning in mid-air, inserted into the side of the ring, and half of the sword body was inserted into the ground, the sword body was still buzzing and trembling.

Wang Sheng clutched his wrists, a wisp of blood flowed out of the tiger's mouth, his face was shocked, and he looked at the black-haired young man in front of him in a daze.

"Concession. Qin Mo arched his hand and said lightly.