Wang Lingyun knew something was wrong. But he couldn't admit defeat immediately in front of Zhou Xing.

Even if you lose, you should lose decently.

Wang Lingyun had a plan in mind and looked on guard. He could not be thrown off the stage.

Iron Cloud Claw!

Wang Lingyun stepped forward steadily, and slashed through a piece of fierce inner breath with one claw. The energy was sharp and harsh, making people feel a chill.

Compared with last time, Wang Lingyun's martial arts skills have obviously improved.

"open!"

Zhou Xing punched Wang Lingyun with such huge force and domineering aura that he staggered.

puff!

A trace of blood spilled from the corner of Wang Lingyun's mouth, with a look of shock on his face. He never expected that he could not even receive the opponent's punch.

Immediately afterwards, the figure of the young man opposite him changed into a mold.

Whoops!

A strong wind came, and Wang Lingyun secretly thought that it was not good, because he was afraid that Zhou Xing would throw him out.

However.

The next feeling was not the feeling of being caught.

boom!

A heavy foot kicked Wang Lingyun in the buttocks from behind.

"Ah hiss——"

Wang Lingyun felt a sharp sting in her chrysanthemum and let out a shrill scream.

Peng Sou!

In the next moment, he was kicked hard and kicked out of the competition ring.

thump!

Some of the disciples in the audience had already moved out of the way on alert, causing Wang Lingyun to fall into a dog's excrement.

only.

What surprised everyone this time was that Zhou Xing did not throw the person, but instead kicked him.

"Ah! My butt..."

Wang Lingyun reluctantly got up, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead. He pressed his buttocks with one hand, limping like a lame old man.

The referee was stunned and glanced at Zhou Xing.

"I didn't throw anyone away this time, so why don't I just kick them?"

Zhou Xing lowered his voice.

The referee's face twitched, he waved the flag and announced Zhou Xing's sixth consecutive victory!

Wang Lingyun's tragic end made many disciples in the audience feel chilly.

In comparison, Zhou Xing's previous behavior of "throwing people away" can be considered a "gentle" behavior.

"Zhou Xing! I will repay you tenfold for today's humiliation."

Wang Lingyun clenched his teeth and stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes showing unprecedented malice.

He already understands.

In Yunyuemen, there can only be one person, he and Zhou Xing.

When Zhou Xingxing came off the stage, he was naturally aware of Wang Lingyun's vicious gaze; he had made up his mind that if there was a good opportunity, he would definitely get rid of this guy!

Although he has overtaken Wang Lingyun, he does not want to always be on guard against this poisonous snake in the dark.

The sixth round of competition was carried out in an orderly manner.

So far, there are only about seventy disciples left on the field who have not been eliminated.

That is to say.

So far in the knockout round, nearly two-thirds of the disciples have been eliminated.

Duan Xiaolong, Nangong Li, Hu Yiba and others are still strong, while their opponents basically admit defeat.

At the end of the sixth round, a fight attracted attention.

"Get out of here!"

A man with raised eyebrows had a stern voice and a dark iron rod in his hand, whistling dullly. His deep inner breath was blessing the iron rod, making him extremely powerful.

"It's Fang Xing!"

"This person ranked eighth in the competition last year, and his skills have greatly improved this year."

Many disciples recognized Fang Xing.

Fang Xing's opponent was a beautiful woman, holding a soft sword in her hand and wielding a flexible sword shadow.

"Tong Yuling."

Zhou Xing recognized this woman at a glance. It was the same girl who killed the bloody bald Senior Sister Tong with him last time.

What surprised Zhou Xing was that Tong Yuling was able to fight Fang Xing calmly.

In my memory.

Tong Yuling's strength is probably among the top fifteen in the outer sect, and there is a gap between her and Fang Xing, Yang Fan and others in the top ten.

"Sweep the world with sticks!"

Fang Xing, a man with raised eyebrows, held the iron rod in his hand, his breath was surging and roaring, and he suddenly waved out a pillar-like shadow of the stick, which had the momentum of smashing across the mountains and sweeping away thousands of armies with one stick.

The power and strength of that stick seemed to be an almost limitless blow at the Tongmai stage.

"Spirit Snake Sword Dance!"

Tong Yuling did not retreat at all. The soft sword in her hand vibrated, and it seemed to turn into a living sword snake, bursting out an astonishing cold rainbow of internal energy, and a faint flash of blood flashed on its surface.

That sword was not only strange and agile, but the inner energy on the sword exploded, even overpowering Fang Xingyi.

Poof!

The snake-like sword struck the iron rod, causing Fang Xing to sway and look in disbelief.

next moment.

Tong Yuling took advantage of the situation and cut in. The cold light and blood light on the soft sword intertwined, she wrapped around the iron rod and suddenly swung it.

"No!"

Fang Xing screamed in surprise, and the iron rod in his hand was already released.

There was a "clang" sound.

The iron rod fell to the ground from mid-air, leaving Fang Xing in a state of despair and disbelief.

"How is it possible...my cultivation has reached the peak of meridians, and I can compete with the top five."

Fang Xing found it difficult to accept the reality.

In the last term, he was ranked tenth in the outer sect, but due to carelessness, he lost to Huang Yuan, who was seventh.

But this time, he has made great progress and originally wanted to strive for the top five. If he performed better, he might be valued by a big shot in the sect and even enter the inner sect.

In the previous battles, he won several games in a row without encountering any strong opponents, so his luck was pretty good.

did not expect.

In this sixth game, he was defeated by his opponent from the previous term.

In front of the formation board.

An old man in black robe stretched out his finger, and a blue energy chain visible to the naked eye hit the formation board.

Whoosh!

On the formation board, Tong Yuling's ranking jumped up.

I saw that Tong Yuling's result was also six consecutive wins, tied with Nangong Li, Le Feng, Zhou Xing and others.

"Another dark horse!"

"This Tong Yuling has made great progress. Looking at her strength just now, she can definitely strive for the top five."

There was a lot of discussion in the audience.

Zhou Xing and Le Feng both had some surprises on their faces.

Tong Yuling walked down with a smile on her face, taking this victory as a matter of course.

"The last time the blood killer went bald, Tong Yuling didn't have this strength. Could it be that she has any opportunities recently?"
To be continued...