"Please advise!" Sikong Xinming replied with a salute, but saw that Wang Zhen on the other side had just finished speaking, and his entire body disappeared like green smoke. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Sikong Xinming frowned, slapped his body, and two layers of protective shields appeared around his body for a moment.

I saw that like a lightning bolt in the darkness, a dagger more than three inches long with a piercing cold light pierced the protective shield behind him. This attack was so sudden that Sikong Xinming's protective shield was broken by a single blow.

So fast! Liu Qinghuan sighed two words in his heart, the second attack of the dagger had already been swung out with lightning, this time there was no obstacle from the protective shield, and Sikong Xinming's defenseless back was all exposed to the attack.

If this is a stab, I'm afraid it will hurt a lot!

But he saw Sikong Xinming's body leaning forward, only to hear the sound of "Cang", and the sword on his back was unsheathed, just to hold the incoming dagger.

The two intersected, and the burst of spiritual power exploded with the intersection point as the center, and in an instant, it arrived at the light mask of the battle platform, and all of them were blocked by the light shield.

Sikong Xinming took advantage of this opportunity, his body turned in the air, and he had floated three feet away. With a finger of his hand, another sword on his back was also unsheathed, slashing across the sky like a rainbow, and slashing towards the left side of the battle platform!

Where the sword light passed, a vague figure suddenly appeared, dodging the incoming sword light with an afterimage, jumping three feet, and the figure disappeared again!

At this time, there was an uproar in the audience!

"So fast! So many times in a few breaths!"

"yes, that's terrible! Both of them are amazing. ”

"Oh my God! I just blinked, and I didn't even see them fighting!"

"You're exaggerating, aren't you, you blink an eye, and it's going to take a few breaths!

Regardless of the noise and shouting in the audience, the situation on the stage has become tense and imminent.

Sikong Xinming's body was surrounded by deep sword intent, and the two spirit swords were hanging by his side, and when the other party showed a little flaw, he would violently counterattack.

And Wang Zhen, who was hiding his figure, couldn't hit it with a blow, and he couldn't find a chance to start for a while.

Sikong Xinming's divine sense swept the entire battle platform, and he didn't find the slightest trace of the other party, he snorted coldly: "Do you think that if you don't show up, I won't be able to force you?"

As soon as his momentum retracted, as the magic in his hand changed, two spirit swords flew and circled and rushed towards the top of his head.

Wang Zhen secretly screamed that it was going to be bad, only to hear Sikong Xinming shout, and the twin swords that had been coiling with each other in some mysterious law suddenly shot out countless sword lights, rolling away like undulating waves.

In the corner of the battle platform, Wang Zhen was dressed in black armor and was forced out in embarrassment. He held the double blades in his hands, with layers of sword light on his head, and the spiritual power shield on his body only lasted for a few breaths before it was riddled with holes, and the sword light slashed through the black armor.

Fortunately, the black armor protection is very good, and the sword light only pulls out white marks on it. On the side of his head, he dodged a sword light that shot at his face, and when he turned back, a bloody streak appeared on the right side of his face.

Wang Zhen's face sank, his hands were closed, and the two blades were combined into a curved blade, spinning quickly to block the sword light that was shooting, and at the same time stepping on the strange footwork, pulling out several afterimages, and pounced on Sikong Xinming.

Sikong Xin pointed with his hand, and the two swords shuttled like swimming fish to meet him.

Who knew that Wang Zhen's feet moved a few times, and he unbelievably passed through the intertwined sword network of the spirit sword, and in the blink of an eye, he deceived Sikong Xinming, and the curved blade in his hand drew a white cold light, slashing at the other party!

The people in the audience who saw this scene were dumbfounded, could it be that Wang was really a physical cultivator? But looking at his body shape, it was not like it, and his speed was too fast, and his body method was too weird! I had never heard that Siyuanlou's exercise had such a method.

Everyone's eyes widened to see how Sikong Xinming responded.

But he saw Sikong Xinming's figure flash, suddenly disappearing in the cold light of the curved blade, and the next moment he had appeared on the other side of the battle platform, and the broken talisman fell from his hand.

"Teleporter!" someone shouted, and the battle on the stage was drawing to a close.

Sikong Xin pointed with his hand, and the double swords brought out the sword intent in the sky, sealing all of Wang Zhen's retreat and strangling him.

Wang Zhen moved left and right, raised his hand and summoned a shuttle-shaped magic weapon, in a vain attempt to break through the blockade of the sword intent, but was pushed to the throat by the long sword. His expression changed and he struggled to spit out three words: "I lost." ”

Sikong Xinming withdrew his sword intent, and the two swords returned to their sheaths with a bang.

When Wang Zhen stepped down, he received comforting words from many people. Although he was defeated, he showed his superior strength, but the opponent was too strong.

Liu Qinghuan looked at Wang Zhen thoughtfully. Wang Zhen seems to have put the cart before the horse, pursuing speed too much. A monk is not an ordinary martial artist, and his speed can be compensated for by many magic weapons or exercises, and if he has a single attack, he can easily be restrained by his opponent. If Wang Zhen had more long-range attack methods, he would not have been defeated by Sikong Xinming so quickly.

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

A monk of the eighth level of Qi cultivation flew onto the stage, but he was quickly defeated. In the next three games in a row, Sikong Xinming won all of them, only in the fifth game, he met a ninth-level Qi cultivator of Yiye Guan, and it was a bit difficult to win.

After this scene ended, no one was on the field for a while, Sikong Xinming took out two spirit stones and seized the time to recover his spiritual power. After five consecutive battles, his spiritual power has been consumed a lot.

"After a quarter of an hour no one played, Sikong Xinming won the sixth game. The middle-aged monk said, and he began to time.

"Who's Nine?" someone in the audience asked, "Isn't it scared?"

After a while, a sixth-level monk who practiced qi flew up to the battle platform slowly, Sikong Xinming glanced at him, and the man hurriedly said, "I admit defeat!" and flew off the battle platform again.

"Number ten!" said the middle-aged monk with an expressionless face.

This time, no one was playing. Liu Qinghuan glanced at the people around him, and couldn't tell who it was. This number ten is definitely here, it's just stage fright.

A quarter of an hour later: "Sikong Xinming's eighth victory! ”

"I'm number 11. With a delicate female voice, a female cultivator flew up the stage. She looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a figure like a weak willow supporting the wind, and she spoke with a sense of shyness.

She looked at Sikong Xinming's face and blushed, lowered her head and said, "Hello senior brother, I am Qin Lingling from Mingyue Pavilion, and I have just ascended to the ninth level of Qi training. ”

Sikong Xinming had a little smile on his face and nodded: "Senior Sister Qin is good." ”

The two said hello, and the competition officially began.

As soon as Senior Sister Qin, who looked delicate and weak, made a move, everyone on and off the stage was startled. I saw that her magic weapon was a gold brick, and it could be magnified to the point that it was like a boulder, and as soon as the fight started, the entire battle platform was "bumping", and the protective light shield was also trembling under the huge power of the gold brick.

Fortunately, the battle platform was very strong, and the light mask was also restored to its original state under the stability of the middle-aged foundation building monk. However, Sikong Xinming was anxious! Even if his sword qi vertical and horizontal spells were exquisite, the gold bricks didn't care about the random shooting of thirty-seven twenty-one, it actually made him feel like he had nowhere to start.

Released the sword to attack, Qin Lingling manipulated the gold brick like an arm, turning into a shield to block all attacks. I don't know what the gold brick is made of, and his spirit sword slashed on it, leaving only a shallow mark. With the sword shadow spectroscopy, the gold brick directly became several times larger, and all the sword light was completely dissipated.