Sikong Xinming fought eight games in a row, and although there were a few games where he didn't exert much effort, his spiritual power became less and less. The gap between the pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info is too short, and the little spiritual power recovered is just a drop in the bucket.

His heart sank, and there was one last game below, and he didn't know who the opponent was. But he couldn't pin all his hopes on another low-level disciple. This is not the usual battle, this is a wheel battle! He must end this battle as soon as possible!

Liu Qinghuan looked at the gold brick with some emotion, interesting! I didn't expect this magic weapon to be used like this, he wanted to find one. This is also the idea of many monks present, holding a brick and catching people to death, it is enjoyable to think about it.

However, Sikong Xinming won in the end. He caught a flaw in Qin Lingling, a spirit sword wrapped around the gold brick, and the other spirit sword broke through Qin Lingling's protective shield with a single blow at lightning speed, and hit her slender and good-looking neck.

Victory is victory, but Sikong Xinming knows that his spiritual power is only less than 20%! He is full of expectations that the opponent in the next game will be weaker, but the young male figure who flew onto the stage completely broke his last bit of luck.

I saw that on the black clothes of this male cultivator, there was a symbol of a spirit sword like Sikong Xinming.

Sikong Xinming smiled bitterly: "Senior Brother Lu......"

The person who came was called Lu Enming, his expression was cold, and under his sword-like eyebrows, a pair of cold and awe-inspiring starry eyes did not see any temperature. His cultivation had reached the peak of the ninth layer of Qi cultivation, which was a little higher than Sikong Xinming. But that's not the point, Sikong Xinming has never used cultivation as a whole to measure a person's true strength, but Lu Enming is another situation.

Mo Xiefeng's main cultivation method, "Canghai Luosheng Sword Codex", is from the Wuji Sword Venerable of the Wenshi School 40,000 years ago. This great power that has slashed the entire Eastern Wilderness Continent with one sword, "Canghai Luosheng Sword Codex" is his technique.

The Wenshi School is known as the highest in the world of cultivating immortals, not only reflecting the largest number of high-level cultivators, but also integrating many aspects. The Wenshi Sect has never cherished its own disciples, not only a large number of precious and unique classics in the Gong Transmission Building, which can be transcribed at will as long as the sect's contribution points are required (it is not allowed to be passed out of the sect), and the main exercises of the eight peaks are all from the famous cultivators in the history of the Wenshi School.

For example, Zhulinshan's "Bamboo Heart Swordsmanship" comes from Wen Xiaotaizun's self-created exercises 20,000 years ago. The difficulty of "Bamboo Heart Swordsmanship" is extraordinary, and "Canghai Luosheng Sword Codex" can also be imagined.

And Lu Enming has already cultivated the "Canghai Luosheng Sword Codex" to the second level of the realm, which is a realm that can only be reached until the foundation building period!

Sikong Xinming never thought that he would be so unlucky, and finally ran into Lu Enming. If he had been at the height of his spiritual power, he would still be able to fight it, but now, ......

However, Sikong Xinming did not admit defeat like this. Although he fought hard to the tenth round and saw that he had fallen short, he threw away all his senseless emotions and his eyes became full of fighting spirit. He clenched his hands into fists, then slowly loosened them, bent down together, and said firmly: "Please also ask Senior Brother Lu for advice!"

Liu Qinghuan watched in awe as Sikong Xinming fought until the last trace of spiritual power, and everyone was shocked. The original giggles all disappeared, and the disciples of the Wenshi Sect surrounded by platform six all watched silently as the two sword cultivators on the platform opened and closed, and their sword qi was vertical and horizontal, until Sikong Xinming was defeated and walked off the stage.

Many female cultivators shed tears, and they choked up when they looked at Sikong Xinming's lonely figure.

Everyone deeply understood the cruelty of this big competition, and the ten wheel battles were not only a test of cultivation and spiritual power, but also a test of the monk's willpower.

It seems so difficult to squeeze into the top 100 out of a few thousand people! Many disciples who were originally full of self-confidence felt like a mountain had been pressed down on their hearts, and their hearts were heavy.

Liu Qinghuan stood quietly in the crowd, watching Lu Enming break through all the way and win ten victories. At this point, the first disciple of the No. 6 stage to advance to the next round appeared.

After dozens of battles, the people on the battle platform went up and down, and there were no more people who won the fifth game, and there were many disciples of the ninth level of Qi cultivation. Some of them fought too hard in the previous game, and although they won miserably, they were cleared in the next game; some of them encountered tepid opponents, but their own spiritual power was continuously consumed, and after a few battles, they were no longer able to fight, so they had no choice but to lose.

Liu Qinghuan frowned, his face was dark, and without saying a word, he walked to a place where there were fewer people, closed his eyes and breathed. In the middle, I only went to look at Bai Fengming when he came to the stage to compete, and then he was completely speechless.

Bai Fengming's luck was so good, when it was his turn, no opponent who exceeded the eighth level of Qi cultivation came on the field. He stood on the stage, with that big shell on his head, with his usual smile, and won ten consecutive victories without much effort.

"Damn, why didn't I win the number eighty-three!" someone in the audience said complainingly.

"yes, who is this idiot? I want someone to beat him up!"

Someone who knows, hurriedly popularized Bai Fengming's anti-heaven spiritual luck with the people around him, and so far, Bai Fengming has become famous!

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The monk on the sixth stage had already won four battles, and watching his opponent walk off the stage dejectedly, he was secretly proud, hoping that the next opponent's cultivation would be lower than him, so that he could save more spiritual power to cope with the next few competitions.

"Number 219 is on the field. The middle-aged foundation monk shouted.

He saw a disciple of the eighth level of Qi cultivation flying onto the stage. Fortunately, although he is at the same level as him, he believes that with his fierce attack, the other party will soon be able to step down.

The man introduced himself, he nodded casually, didn't listen carefully, and with a wave of his hand, he summoned his golden sword and slashed directly at the other party.

The other party was wearing two or three layers of protective shields, standing in place stupidly and not knowing how to move. The corners of his mouth curled, but before he could laugh out that mocking smile, he froze directly on his face!

Just for a moment, the spiritual power shield suddenly flashed, and before he could react to what was going on, he felt a slight pain in his eyebrows!

The two eyeballs converged in the middle, only to find a needle so thin that it was almost invisible, hanging an inch in front of his eyebrows!

The needle didn't touch him a bit, but the sharp qi pierced a little skin in the center of his eyebrows, and a little red blood slowly oozed out.

He was stupid! Only then did he realize that there was a very small hole in his spiritual power cover, which was rapidly closing.

Liu Qinghuan stood in place, looking at the male cultivator opposite him for a long time, and only then walked off the stage dejectedly after being reminded by the middle-aged foundation building monk.

Everyone in the audience was also stupid, they didn't expect the battle to end so quickly, and someone who had just been distracted and didn't pay attention to the battle situation asked, "What's going on? The battle is over?"

"That disciple of Zhulin Mountain won. Someone muttered to him, but looked at Liu Qinghuan incredulously.

"What, so fast?" exclaimed the person who asked, "I really just blinked!"

"Two hundred and twenty on the field. ”

Another male cultivator who practiced the eighth layer of qi flew onto the stage, and he blinked just now, but he didn't see how that person was defeated. He put on the protective shield first, thought about it and slapped an iron armor talisman on his body.

Everyone in the audience stared at the stage in a daze this time, and those who wanted to blink couldn't help but blink.