After Hao Jian stepped down, someone carried the seriously injured Du Hai down to heal him.

Supreme Elder Shen Ximen cleared his throat and said, "The second group comes to the stage!"

Hao Jian's movement was too fast just now, and he didn't expect that Hao Jian's attack power was so strong. He seriously injured Du Hai, who was recognized as the best attack power of his inner disciple, with one move.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Ye Fan and Bu Zhuifeng quickly rushed onto the ring, and their eyes instantly entangled together, colliding with sparks of battle.

"Ye Fan, although you showed strong attack power in the introductory test of outer disciples, the fighting of cultivators is not a competition of brute force. A strong attack power may not necessarily win. There are many ways to defeat the opponent..."

"Do you want to beat me by speed?"

Before Bu Zhuifeng could finish his words, Ye Fan interrupted.

"snort!"

Bu Zhuifeng was interrupted and felt unhappy, but he thought that he could defeat Ye Fan soon, so he felt relieved.

"You will definitely lose within ten moves!" Bu Zhuifeng said confidently and strongly.

"I will give you this sentence too!" Ye Fan did not show any weakness.

"Both sides are known for each other, prepare for the competition!"

Chen Ximen glanced at the two of them, interrupted them, and announced the start of the game.

"Ye Fan!"

"Bu Zhuifeng!"

"The competition begins!"

Chen Ximen waved his palm down and announced the start of the game.

Bu Zhuifeng smiled grimly and said, "Let you see what real strength is!"

As he said that, Bu Zhuifeng took the lead in attacking, his body turned into a stream of light, stabbing Ye Fan's ribs. Before the knife arrived, an astonishing murderous aura had already enveloped Ye Fan.

Um?

Ye Fan raised his eyebrows. Bu Zhuifeng must have his own uniqueness when he was able to stand out among the inner disciples. His attack power may not be the strongest, but his speed cannot be underestimated.

But he was fast, Ye Fan was faster than him, and his feet swayed like ghostly. It seemed that they had not moved at all, but it had already passed the slash that Bu Zhuifeng stabbed.

Swish!

If he fails to hit a knife, Bu Zhuifeng will not retract it. He will directly change to straight stabs to cross-cuts and cuts to Ye Fan's dantian. If he hits this time, Ye Fan will have to lose his cultivation even if he doesn't die.

Bang!

Ye Fan took just one step and resolved his killing move. His body was like a ghost. He turned left and right on the ring, and he did not fight back at all. He just hid and took advantage of his speed.

Swish swish swish swish...

Bu Zhuifeng attacked one after another, and the short sword in his hand was like a kiss from a poisonous snake. He was elusive.

In Ye Fan's view, Bu Zhuifeng's strength is much stronger than Ye Hei, who is also in the assassination world, but in terms of assassination skills, Ye Hei is obviously better at his skills.

As for...comparing speed, Ye Fan is really not afraid of Bu Zhuifeng, and Bu Zhuifeng's technique is similar to Ye Hei. It's just that Ye Hei doesn't play with it more secretly and is more suitable for assassination.

With ten moves in a row, Bu Zhuifeng almost exerted his speed to the limit, and his attack angle was even more tricky. Generally, cultivators at the peak of the True Qi Realm would never be able to avoid it.

However

What shocked him was that no matter how fast he took action, Ye Fan seemed to be able to avoid it at the critical moment like a premonition.

With ten moves in a row, Bu Zhuifeng's short sword didn't even touch Ye Fan's hair. The opponent's speed was faster than him, and his footwork was even more weird than him, as if he was born to restrain him.

At this time, the onlookers had already guessed the result from holding their breath at the beginning.

But no one expected that Ye Fan not only had a strong attack power, but also had such terrifying speed. Those inner disciples who had lost to him and were unwilling to accept this scene all understood that Ye Fan had shown mercy before.

At the same time, they secretly rejoiced that fortunately Ye Fan did not have the same knowledge as him. Otherwise, let alone showing his strongest strength, he would probably be defeated by Ye Fan as soon as he came on the court...

"This Ye Fan is really not simple. It seems that the reason why the Great Elder said that before was certain that Ye Fan might win the championship!"

"From his performance at this moment, Bu Zhuifeng has already lost. He lost to Ye Fan at the most timid and proudest speed, and he is even worse in terms of attack power."

"Not until the last moment, no one dares to say that he wins or loses. There are also examples of salted fish turning over. Perhaps Bu Zhuifeng can turn defeat into victory in the end?"

Everyone was talking about it, some were optimistic about Ye Fan and some were optimistic about Bu Zhuifeng. After all, Ye Fan was a new face, while Bu Zhuifeng got started little by little by little from his outer disciples, and there were still many fans.

The defense cover cannot isolate the sound, and the outside world's discussion was naturally heard by the two. Ye Fan, Gujing Bubo, had no expression on his face.

But Bu Zhuifeng couldn't stand it anymore and had already said the big words. Now, let alone ten moves, dozens of moves have passed, but he didn't even touch Ye Fan's corner of his clothes, and Ye Fan did not fight back, but just blindly avoided.

"ah……!"

Knowing that he could not surpass Ye Fan in speed, Bu Zhuifeng was also anxious. With a long roar, his momentum soared, and his whole body seemed to be covered with a faint flame.

At this moment, he was anxious and directly burned his true energy essence!

Obviously, whether it is to compete for the top three elite disciples or for personal dignity, he must fight to the death.

After burning the essence of true qi, Bu Zhuifeng's strength instantly reached a level and had reached the level of the True Yuan Realm. Except for the fact that the true qi was not liquefied, both the speed and the attack power had reached the level of the True Yuan Realm.

"Since death for me!"

Bu Zhuifeng let out a long roar, and his speed suddenly increased by one third. His whole person was like a phantom. Except for a few elite disciples and core disciples, only the elders and the leader could see his attack speed and angle clearly.

"Okay, Bu Zhuifeng will win..."

"Bu Zhuifeng is mighty..."

"My surname is Ye, you admit defeat, otherwise it will hurt you and you will not look good!"

"That's right, Ye Fan, it's already rare that you can force Bu Zhuifeng to burn the essence of true qi. Too much is as bad as too much..."

Seeing this, those Bu Zhuifeng's fans couldn't help but cheer him up loudly and attack Ye Fan at the same time.

However, their voices quickly disappeared because after Bu Zhuifeng increased his speed and attack power by burning the essence of true energy, Ye Fan was like a small boat in the sea of ​​rage. No matter how fast Bu Zhuifeng was, he could always be faster than the opponent.

Burning true qi cannot last for a long time. Every monk knows that although burning true qi can improve overall strength in a short period of time, the cost is also huge.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Bu Zhuifeng roared repeatedly, and he had no way out. He had to defeat Ye Fan, otherwise he would not have to win the first place, even the top three places would miss him.

He knew very well that once he lost, he would probably not be able to fully recover within half a year. This is something he didn't want to see, so he had to defeat Ye Fan no matter what.

However, what made him so depressed that he vomited blood was that no matter how fast he was, Ye Fan always had faster and more powerful martial arts than him, and it would be useless to not defeat his opponent's body.

The sword light of the short sword tore through the void and kept hitting the defense cover, causing several elders to change their color in horror. The fierce attack force kept trembling and could break at any time.

If it weren't for the defensive formations on the ground, they would have been devastated by the battle between the two.

When the battle went on, everyone watching the battle was fascinated. This was the real battle. Although Ye Fan did not fight back, a discerning person could see at a glance that as long as Ye Fan fought back, Bu Zhuifeng would be able to take the next ten moves.

Bang!

Finally, under the expectations of everyone, Ye Fan launched a counterattack, but did not use his strongest attack power, but instead hit Bu Zhuifeng's wrist holding the knife with an attack power far weaker than his opponent.

The pulse gate is on the wrist, which is one of the hazards of the human body.

Ye Fan's punch was tricky and hit Bu Zhuifeng's pulse door. Half of Bu Zhuifeng's body numb, and the short knife in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

Without the short sword, Bu Zhuifeng was like a tiger without minions, almost losing threat to Ye Fan.

But Ye Fan was not in a hurry to defeat Bu Zhuifeng, but continued to attack with his attack power that was far weaker than Bu Zhuifeng.

At this time, the elders and core disciples had already seen that Ye Fan was deliberately playing monkeys. With his strength, as long as he exerted the strongest attack, he could end the battle with one punch.

Although they saw this, everyone didn't say anything and were watching his performance. Among them, Tong Qianchen's eyes flashed brightly!

There is no doubt that Ye Fan won this battle, but it was just a matter of time. It depends on when Ye Fan was willing to end the battle.

"The second move!"

Ye Fan said, shaking his body and punching again. This punch hit Bu Zhuifeng's shoulder, making Bu Zhuifeng shaking his body, trying to get a punch to fight Ye Fan, but when he punched, Ye Fan had already flashed behind him.

This feeling of being unable to touch the opponent is like an old cow falling into a well and unable to use it with strength. That feeling is so frustrating.

"Ye Fan, if you have the will, you can fight me openly and win by relying on your body skills. What kind of hero is this? Even if I lose, I won't accept you!" Bu Zhuifeng went crazy and roared non-stop.

At this moment, he completely forgot how arrogant he shouted at Ye Fan before the game began.

"The third move!"

Ye Fan ignored Bu Zhuifeng at all and still attacked with speed, causing Bu Zhuifeng to be so depressed that he almost vomited blood.

"It's over!"

Ye Fan punched seven times in a row, each punching at the same position. The superposition of the seven punches instantly knocked Bu Zhuifeng out, sprinkling blood flowers all the way.

Swish!

The Supreme Elder Shen Ximen shook his body and caught it before Bu Zhuifeng hit the defense cover, and checked it.

Bu Zhuifeng's injuries were not serious, but he could no longer take action and almost lost his combat effectiveness.

"The fight between monks is indeed not a brute force."

Ye Fan looked at Bu Zhuifeng deeply, treated him with his own way, and responded meaningfully to what he said without moving, and then left the arena and walked towards his own position.

"puff……"

Bu Zhuifeng was extremely frustrated when he was defeated. At this moment, he was so angry that he was so angry that he gushed up with blood. His throat became sweet, his eyes became dark, and his mouth was spurted out, and he fainted.

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