Shock!Ten consecutive draws at the beginning of the game, with endless surprises

Time flies like a white horse, and it is fleeting!
The day of martial arts is here!
On this day, the martial arts arena of Blue Mountain College was crowded with people, and it was extremely lively.

On the high platform, the senior officials of the two colleges of Lanshan and Fenghuo sat upright.

Their expressions are indifferent and calm!
In the martial arts arena, a ring appeared!
This arena is made of black iron.

And engraved pattern pattern, make it stronger.

Ordinary Martial Ancestor Realm powerhouses are also hard to shake.

It can let the contestants participating in the martial arts fight with peace of mind!

There are no absentees in the auditorium!
All the contestants participating in the martial arts competition are already in place!

People from Blue Mountain College and Beacon College were lined up on both sides.

now!

In the auditorium, there was a lot of discussion.

"Look, it's Senior Brother Zhou Yu!"

"Brother Zhou Yu is so handsome!"

"Wow, white clothes are better than snow, handsome and unrestrained, tall and straight, and heroic! This is the future of our academy!"

"I really want to give him a monkey!"

"Brother Bai Zhantang is also here, but I don't know how far he has grown now?"

"Hmph, no matter what, he is definitely not Zhou Yu's opponent!"

"Look, those in red clothes are people from Fenghuo Academy!"

"Hmph! Just wait, they will definitely be defeated by Senior Brother Zhou Yu!"

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"Wow, that's Senior Brother Lan Tian, ​​I didn't expect him to come too!"

"It is said that he has reached the pinnacle of the ninth rank of the Great Martial Master Realm, and will soon enter the Martial Ancestor Realm!"

"However, he is not in a hurry to make a breakthrough, because he is waiting for Zong Naxin, the God of War at the end of the year!"

"Brother Lan Tian is doing well!"

"Senior brother Beiming is here too!"

"And Senior Brother Jin Can!"

"Haha, the masters from the upper house of our Blue Mountain College are gathered together. In this martial arts meeting, Blue Mountain College will definitely win!"

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"That's Mr. Dean, it's the first time I've seen Mr. Dean!"

"Hey, Mr. Dean has a lot of things to do every day, and we can see them as soon as we want."

"I heard that the dean has touched the threshold of the Martial King Realm. I don't know if it is true or not?"

"Hey, I heard from the Patriarch that our Master Dean is only a step away from the Martial King Realm!"

"Wu Wangjing! That's Wu Wang!"

"If I can enter the Martial King Realm, I am willing to die!"

"Hey, wake up! Now, it's broad daylight!"

"The Blue Mountain Region is so big, and there are so many warriors, so there are only a handful of warriors in the Martial King Realm!"

"Let's think about it, how to become a master of Wu Zongjing is more practical!"

"Wu Zongjing, we still have hope!"

"Hey, is that lecturer Wu Mengyao?"

"so beautiful!"

"It would be great if I could become her student!"

"Go dream!"

"So far, she has only accepted Senior Brother Zhou Yu!"

"Oh, I can't help but compare!"

"Jealousy envy hate ah!"

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An old man in a black robe stepped onto the ring.

His hair was long and gray, and his face was wrinkled.

In every gully, it seems that there is a story!
The eyes are piercing, as if there is light, bursting out from them.

Zhao Wuji!
Vice President of Blue Mountain College!
Although, he is old.

However, there was an extremely tyrannical aura dormant in his body.

Stepping up to the arena, he looked around.

As far as the eye can see, the noise and discussion are instantly extinguished!

Shaoqing!

The auditorium of the martial arts arena was completely silent.

Zhao Wou-ki's face was calm, but he was quite happy in his heart, and said:
"This time, the two colleges of Lanshan and Fenghuo will hold a martial arts meeting!"

"The rules are simple, stand on the ring and accept the challenge from the other side!"

"Until, on the other side, no one can fight, no one dares to fight!"

"The side that sticks to the ring is considered the winning side!"

"The loser of each round of challenge will lose the possibility of continuing to challenge!"

"And the winner can choose to stick to the ring, or choose to come down and rest."

"At the same time, he also has the qualifications to challenge him!"

The rules are very simple, it is the battle of the ring!

Let's see who has the last laugh!
Whoever is the winner!
Zao Wou-ki continued: "The martial arts meeting is divided into two parts!"

"The first link is the lower court group!"

"The second link is the upper house group!"

"The lower court group will compete first, and after the results are decided, the upper court group will begin!"

"in addition!"

"This martial arts meeting is based on the principle of friendship first and safety first!"

"If someone is invincible, you can call out to admit defeat."

"Once one side admits defeat, the other side can no longer attack!"

"Otherwise, severe sanctions will be imposed!"

The rules and precautions are explained.

The fight has officially begun!
Here at Blue Mountain College.

In the lower house group, only Zhou Yu and Bai Zhantang were the real competitors!

Zhao Wou-ki just stepped off the ring.

I see!

Bai Zhantang flew forward, like a sharp arrow, heading straight for the ring!

He was dressed in white and was spotless.

Arms embraced, the Begonia Knife was held in front of the chest.

His expression was indifferent, but his eyes were as cold as frost, and he looked towards the side of Fenghuo Academy.

"Blue Mountain College, Bai Zhantang, please enlighten me!"

The voice did not fall.

A figure flew over the ring.

This is a thin boy.

He was dressed in red, his face was expressionless, but his eyes were sharp, like swords!
A sword in his hand was as red as blood!

It seems that it was made of blood!

"Beacon Academy, sword slave!"

The knife slave's voice was cold, without the slightest emotion!
The two looked at each other, and there seemed to be flames bursting out of their eyes.

Although they didn't fight each other, their contest has already begun!
Suddenly, the momentum of the two exploded.

The two momentums collide!

The voice of Jin Ge came out.

It seems that there are countless swords colliding!
For a while!

The clothes of the two are flickering, and the long hair is dancing wildly!

That invisible aura is more dangerous than a real sword.

On the solid arena, sparks are constantly flickering.

It was like being cut and chopped by a strong sword.

a long time!

Of the two, neither could defeat the other!
"Two people, so strong!"

"Although it's just momentum, I feel that I can't resist it!"

"Beacon Academy, you really came prepared!"

"I hope Senior Brother Bai Zhantang can defeat the opponent!"

"Inevitably, we can defeat the opponent!"

"Brother Bai Zhantang, come on!"

In the auditorium, many colleges exclaimed.

Zhou Yu looked worried!
Because, the first person to fight is definitely not the strongest!
And if you step out of any one, you can stand shoulder to shoulder with Bai Zhantang.

This Beacon Academy is so powerful that people are frightened!
Bai Xili looked nervous, and looked at Bai Zhantang without blinking.

And Beihai Feng frowned slightly.

Obviously, he also underestimated the strength of Fenghuo Academy!

However, he is not worried about this round.

At this time, Bai Zhantang was much stronger than before!
He has faith in it!
"war!"

Suddenly!
The two shouted loudly at the same time.

The two figures turned into two rays of light, one red and one white, walking towards each other!

Brush brush! ! !
The blade light is blooming, and the sharp light blades are constantly colliding!

In an instant!
Sparks fly!

The sword clangs!

A series of tyrannical sharp air continuously spread to the surroundings!
"Blood Knife Art, slaughter the common people!"

"Hurricane knife art, the wind suddenly rises!"

I saw a dazzling light blooming from the blades of the two of them.

A silvery white as snow.

Cold, chill!

A bright red coquettish.

Bloody, bloodthirsty!

The two collided together, making a deafening sound.

Boom!

The two blades exploded instantly and shattered.

The sharp blade smashed the clothes of the two into pieces.

Even, countless wounds were left on their bodies.

Blood flowed out from the wound, soaking the clothes.

but!

Neither of them cared, nor did they care!
They still kept firing their knives, colliding with each other!
"Blood Knife Art, slaughter the world!"

"Hurricane knife art, the wind is raging!"

Two more powerful sword glows appeared.

The surrounding air was split, and there was a whimpering sound!

The two blades, one red and one white, collided violently again.

Rumble!
More violent power, raging on the ring!

Whether it is Bai Zhantang or the sword slave, they all showed extremely powerful strength!
but!

They were always tied, and neither could solve the other!

Such a result made the two of them very dissatisfied!

Bai Zhantang's face was ugly.

In his opinion, it is a very embarrassing thing for him to be unable to defeat the sword slave.

So, he is angry!

"Hurricane Knife Art, Nine Heavens Stellar Wind!"

Suddenly, Bai Zhantang's body gathered an extremely powerful saber force!
And countless blade glows, like the wind from the nine heavens, gathered together and erupted with a powerful force of destruction.

the other side!
The sword slave is also gaining momentum.

His eyes were red, murderous intent surged, and he roared angrily:
"Blood Knife Art, Bloodthirsty Dance!"

Brush brush! ! !
The blood-colored blade burst out, as if streaks of blood-red light were flying.

A bloody, killing intent burst out.

"kill!"

"die!"

The two drank violently at the same time, and their fighting spirit reached its peak.

Boom! ! !
The blood-red blade glow collided with the silver-white blade glow, intertwined, constantly eroding and obliterating each other.

For a while, they fell into a stalemate!

But, soon, the silver-white blade gained the upper hand.

Wipe out the blood-red sword light!
puff!

The power of Bai Zhantang's blade remained undiminished, enveloping the slaves of the blade.

moment!

The light of the knife penetrated his body, continuously splitting his body, and terrifying wounds appeared one after another.

The dense white bones are exposed in the air, it is terrifying!
In an instant, the knife slave turned into a blood man!
Blood gushed out, staining the arena red.

At this moment, he has reached the limit.

The long knife leaned on the ground, supporting the broken body.

However, strong unwillingness and stubbornness burst out from the sharp eyes!

Bai Zhantang narrowed his eyes slightly, restrained his aura, and said coldly:
"You, lost!"

The sword slave spit out a mouthful of blood when he heard the words.

His eyes were red, very unwilling!
However, he knew that he had reached his limit.

At last!
He could only walk off the ring lonely!

Zhao Wuji leaped and came to the arena.

Looking at Bai Zhantang's eyes, he was a little more gentle, and said:
"This round of competition, Lanshan College, Bai Zhantang won!"