The vitality in his body was swung ten times, and 60% of his sword intentions helped him with all his strength, mixing the extreme thunder artistic conception. With one knife, Wang Quan spit out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body was directly chopped away.

The powerful true shield was undulating and rippling, but it still did not disintegrate. However, the pure force of the past shook the royal internal organs into a mess.

"Stop fighting, I admit defeat!" Wang Quan, who fell to the ground, felt extremely painful. Seeing that Xiao Chen was about to come forward to fight, he quickly admitted defeat.

His true energy has almost been used up. Xiao Chen used another knife. It was not enough for the night to be completely divided.

The seven-meter golden dragon on his head immediately swallowed a whole slash, and the light was dim, leaving only a length of more than five feet.

Xiao Chen's golden dragon is dazzling and full of energy, reaching a length of seven or five feet.

Before retracting the knife and returning to the sheath, Xiao Chen paused for a moment before he walked off the arena and said to Wang Quan on the ground: "My cultivation is indeed not high, but you can't stop me. Even if I don't have these 60% of the sword intentions, it will be easy for me to defeat you."

With 60% of the sword intent and the general trend of gathering in the wind, Xiao Chen defeated the royal power of one of the giants in one move.

Even though the other party's cultivation is extremely high and even opened up a sea of ​​consciousness, one-tenth of the vitality has been refined into true energy, he is still no match for Xiao Chen.

When he reveals a trump card again, the so-called one-tenth of true energy is not enough to look at [Chang^Feng^Literature][].[netet].

At this moment, no one thinks that Xiao Chen is at the bottom of the eight giants. Such strength can be arguably compete with Bai Qi.

If you are thinking bolder, you may not be able to fight Sima Lingxuan, but the winning rate is slightly lower.

"In the next game, Nangong Ziyue fights Bei Ming's injury."

It was another battle between the children of aristocratic families. Although the two lost several games before, they lost the top eight. However, their strength is still there and they are the popular players in the top ten. This battle is quite eye-catching.

Bei Mingshu is good at palm techniques, and one hand crowsses his palm to the fullest extent of the ruthless Tao. The palm techniques are cold and ruthless, and each move and gesture contains great power.

However, he met Nangong Ziyue. The other party's landscape artistic conception was as quiet as water waves, and it was as moving as mountains and shaking the ground, just not afraid of his ruthless Tao.

After the two met the opponent and fought for 400 moves, Bei Mingshu's ruthless way had a flaw, and Nangong Ziyue seized the opportunity to win the victory.

With only eight rounds of competition, Nangong Ziyue won the battle, which was one step further from the top ten.

"In the next game, Sima Lingxuan will fight against Liu Xiaoyun."

After a few more rounds of games, Sima Lingxuan appeared, but his opponent was not the Eight Giants, but Liu Xiaoyun, the true disciple of Piaoxue Sword Sect.

In eight rounds of matches, there are only eight giants. Except for themselves, they can only fight seven games with the other seven giants. There is still one left, and naturally they have to be drawn from other players.

How to arrange it is the referee's business, but the remaining game is almost not under much pressure for the eight giants. Except for the eight giants themselves, all other players cannot give them any trouble.

Liu Xiaoyun looked at Sima Lingxuan, who was filled with confidence on the opposite side, sighed softly, and smiled bitterly: "Three years ago, I could have taken ten moves on you. Now three years later, I am afraid that even one of your moves can't be stopped."

"Sima Lingxuan, how can you and I compare swords? Only compare swords, not others."

Swords are similar to swords, which means that both sides draw swords at the same time to see whose sword can defeat the other party’s sword, who will be the winner.

Liu Xiaoyun's sword is naturally not as strong as Sima Lingxuan. He said this more because he wanted to compete with Sima Lingxuan in a sword, and to understand the other party's cultivation level above the sword intent to improve himself.

Sima Lingxuan has a arrogant personality and underestimates the swordsmen all over the world. Liu Xiaoyun has a desire for methods. At this moment, he is very low and his eyes are bright, hoping that the other party can agree to him.

"As you, you still have the strength, and you are qualified to compete with me in swords. Let's prepare to draw the sword." Sima Lingxuan pondered for a while, but did not reject Liu Xiaoyun's proposal.

A look of excitement flashed in his eyes, and Liu Xiaoyun bowed and said, "Thank you!"

After saying that, his right hand was held on the hilt of the sword, and his energy, ice artistic conception, sword intent, and understanding of swordsmanship in his heart quickly accumulated at this moment.

It sounds simpler than a sword, just pulling out the sword and throwing it out, but this simple action contains all kinds of truths. Sword intent, sword momentum, artistic conception, and force of the move. As long as there is a mistake in any aspect, the moment you draw the sword out of the sheath will be full of flaws.

The atmosphere on the field suddenly became heavier, the air solidified at this moment, and the wind and thunder platform was dead silent. Both sides remained silent, and each accumulated their own momentum.

Buzzing!

In this endless silence, a loud sound of sword sound suddenly burst out. The sword sound was long and continuous and solemn. As the sword intent trembled, the huge wind and thunder platform continued to shake.

The two of them took action at the same time, and a lonely and cold long sword rotated rapidly in the air, causing snowflakes to dance all over the sky, and the misty sword intent emitted a silver-white light, making the world even colder.

Cold, extreme cold, cold and heartless, this is Liu Xiaoyun's artistic conception, and his sword intent also serves this.

On the other hand, Sima Lingxuan's long sword was shining with golden light, the wind was dancing in the sky, the clouds rolled, and the wind and clouds were surging, which contained a vast king's artistic conception. This was a king's sword.

With the blessing of 60% of the sword intent, the kingly artistic conception seemed domineering and powerful, and there was a spirit of thousands of swords coming from all over the world. It was the king of the sword.

clang!

The two long swords quickly intertwined together. The long sword belonging to Liu Xiaoyun was knocked out with a bang, and then it broke into two pieces with a click.

The long sword of Sima Lingxuan was easily inserted into the Fenglei Platform with a soothing sound, with brilliant sword intent, and the dragon energy immediately rose up.

The hazy dragon energy greatly increased the momentum of the lofty and arrogant sword. The sharpness of the King's Sword soared into the sky, almost breaking through the wind and thunder barrier in the sky.

In front of the King's Sword, Liu Xiaoyun had no ability to resist at all, and the gap in sword intent was too big.

The sword is the second clone of the swordsman. This sword followed Liu Xiaoyun for countless days and nights, killing countless enemies, and unknowingly infused his spirit, blood and soul.

At this moment, as soon as the sword broke, a trace of blood immediately spilled out of the corner of Liu Xiaoyun's mouth, his face turned pale and bloodless, and he was weak and exhausted.

With one move, Liu Xiaoyun's six-foot golden dragon was immediately swallowed up by Sima Lingxuan, and its luster became much dimmed.

The golden dragon belonging to Sima Lingxuan did not increase too significantly, and it was still eighth-zhangqian. With his current luck, unless he defeated the eight giants, the length of the golden dragon would be difficult to continue to increase.

After wiped the blood stains from the corner of his mouth, Liu Xiaoyun did not rush to step down, but closed his eyes and carefully realized the meaning of Sima Lingxuan's sword when the two long swords intertwined at that moment.

After a long time, Liu Xiaoyun opened his eyes, and a look of relief appeared on his pale face. He picked up two broken swords at Fenglei Platform.

"I have always done my best to compete with the swordsman, and I will not have any reservations." After a sentence that outsiders don't understand, Sima Lingxuan fell down on the Fenglei Platform.

Liu Xiaoyun paused slightly, understanding the meaning of Sima Lingxuan's words, and the other party advised him not to be depressed. However, Sima Lingxuan was arrogant and he would definitely not be able to comfort him directly, so he seemed a little oblique.

The first round of the game was completed unknowingly with everyone's excited expressions. Among the eight giants, Wang Quan and Li Tianhua both lost and lost the opportunity to compete for the first place.

The two giant battles did not disappoint everyone. Xiao Chen fought against Wang Quan, and Xuanyuan Zhantian fought against Li Tianhua.

Both of them are rookies in this class. With the sudden rise of the army, they have made rapid progress, and their achievements have been rising steadily. The golden dragon circling above their heads has even skyrocketed and never stopped.

Especially Xiao Chen, it makes people even more unpredictable. Since the knockout round, he has never lost all the way.

When many warriors were not optimistic, Xiao Chen won consecutive victories and defeated his opponents. When people thought that his winning streak was about to end, they exposed a little card to defeat his opponent.

No one knows how many trump cards he has. This young man from Qin was wearing a white robe and a long sword, and he beat up all kinds of heroes, children of aristocratic families, disciples of sects, and old giants.

Neither arrogant nor impatient, nor humble or speak, there is always a clear and indifferent look between my eyebrows and eyes.

"The first game, Bai Qi fights Yue Chenxi." The ninety-four rounds began, and the referee announced the lineups of both sides of the game without any haste.

"It's another battle between giants, I don't know who will drop who."

"To the peak road, you must win completely to reach the top. You cannot lose. It is really worrying to play the game until now."

"Bai Qi has the Four Seasons Sword Technique, I wonder what trump card Yue Chenxi will have."

In the audience, everyone was talking and in high spirits.

If we only talk about the strength shown, Yue Chenxi is no worse than Xiao Chen, and Bai Qi on the Fenglei Platform has no intention of underestimating the other party at all.

It is like a mountain, with thorns on the cliffs, and too many climbers have been defeated.

The few of them who could see the top of the mountain had no way out. As long as they fell, they would be immediately left behind by their fellow travelers.

Three years of hard work and hard practice day and night, and once you succeed, your dreams are ahead, and you have waited for this moment for too long.

Bai Qi wants to prove too much, he can't afford to lose, he can't lose, he must never lose!

Fight, the eighteen swords of the sky!

Without further ado, after the referee announced the start, Bai Qi had already accumulated aura and exploded.

The surging fighting spirit followed the first sword of the Eighteen Swords of the Sky, turned into a dazzling sword light and slashed towards Yue Chenxi angrily.

Yue Chenxi looked solemn, and her pretty face was full of cautious expressions. When she met Bai Qi, she had no intention of giving up.

Taking a deep breath, the vital energy in the body poured onto the right fist, and the golden light exploded, shattering the sword energy that was slashing into the sky, falling down bit by bit.

"The second sword of the sky!"

The sword light had just broken and its momentum became more fierce the next day, and it fell with a bang.

The third knife, the fourth knife, the fifth knife...
Chapter completed!