Peach Fortune Ring

"Please!"

The two shot at the same time.

Song Yan used fists, and Dongfang Yulan used swords.

Like two torrents, in an instant, the two of them collided together, and there were constant explosions, flying vigorously, even the solid ring shook slightly.

It has to be said that Dongfang Yulan's swordsmanship has reached the point of proficiency, and what's more, he is practicing Chaoyang Sword, a three-star martial skill.

Every sword is like the rising sun, filled with a wave of majesty.

It's a pity that what he met was Song Yan, who practiced the "Immortal Phoenix Jue" that far surpassed the heaven-level kung fu, and used the five-star top-grade martial art "Xuanhuo Nine Forms".

Therefore, in the first ten moves, Dongfang Yulan could barely compete with him, but after ten moves, she began to fall into a disadvantage.

In the No.20 five strokes, Song Yan punched the long sword in Dongfang Yulan's hand and won the victory.

Bi Fang's thick voice sounded at the right time: "Song Yan gets a point!"

With a flash, another person landed on the ring.

"Xu Chao, I have met Junior Brother Huang!"

"Hello Senior Brother Xu!" Song Yan cupped his fists and saluted.

At this moment, Xu Chao suddenly attacked Song Yan.

sneak attack?

However, Song Yan tilted his head slightly, and avoided Xu Chao's sneak attack.

Seeing this, a trace of regret flashed in Xu Chao's eyes, and he stepped aside and said, "Junior Brother Huang, I admit defeat!"

The sneak attack failed and he conceded... This made Song Yan a little dumbfounded, but immediately, he understood the opponent's intention, which should be to preserve his strength.

The No.3 challenger is a woman.

Her body and footwork are extremely mysterious, and she adopts the way of fighting at the beginning of the battle, not going head-to-head with Song Yan.

In this regard, Song Yan simply adopted the method of responding to all movements without moving, standing in place and letting the opponent toss.

After the opponent tried to attack Song Yan several times but failed, he had no choice but to admit defeat.

"Your total score is three points. You can rest for a quarter of an hour after three consecutive battles. Do you need a rest?" Bi Fang asked Song Yan.

"No, let's continue!" Song Yan waved his hand disapprovingly.

In the fourth round, Song Yan defeated his opponent with five moves.

In the fifth game, the opponent conceded.

In the sixth game, the opponent still conceded.

In the seventh round, Song Yan defeated his opponent with three moves.

The eighth, ninth, tenth, and No. 11 opponents all chose to concede.

No.12, Feng Yun slowly walked onto the ring with two long swords on his back.

He looked at Song Yan solemnly, and said in a calm tone: "You are the only opponent worthy of my all-out effort. I hope that in the next competition, you will stop holding back and fight me with all your strength!"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone in the audience was in an uproar. Did Huang Liang still retain his strength?

Song Yan smiled slightly: "You have a bit of eyesight, and you can see that I have preserved my strength! Anyway, since you ask for it, I will grant you!"

"Cheep!"

A fiery red long sword flew out from Feng Yun's back and fell into his hand. The blade was flaming red, shining brightly under the sunlight. They all took a tight breath.

"Second Grade Spirit Artifact!"

Someone exclaimed, even though there is a breath coming out of the first-grade spiritual weapon, it is definitely not so powerful.

Feng Yun's voice sounded again: "This sword is called the Chixia Sword. It was forged from thousands of years of fire jade. The sword is of the second grade. I hope you be careful!"

When everyone in the audience heard the words, they shouted inwardly that it was so, and all their eyes fell on Song Yan. Feng Yun took out a second-grade spiritual weapon. Does he still want to use his bare hands?

"Come on, let me see the power of the second-grade spiritual weapon!"

Song Yan waved to Feng Yun.

"You don't use weapons?" Feng Yun frowned slightly.

"Haha, I don't need it for now, come on!"

"Okay! Accept!"

The next moment, the long sword in Feng Yun's hand suddenly flew out.

The speed of this sword is extremely fast, like a comet piercing the sky, even more like the sun at noon, its brilliance is dazzling and dazzling.

Song Yan's heart shuddered, and he retreated quickly.

But that sword seemed to lock him, like a tarsal maggot, following closely, and on the way of following, the condensed power continued to increase.

"No more retreat!"

Song Yan shrank his eyes, knowing that if he retreated further, he would have to use at least one hole card in order to receive the sword, and the outer sect competition was not worth his use of the hole card.

He let out a sip.

The true energy in the body is like a rushing river, emitting a continuous rumbling color, and at the same time, the profound meaning of the nine forms of Xuanhuo is also in operation at this moment...

Whoosh!

A three-foot flame rose from his body, enveloping his whole body. Even though he was seven or eight meters away, everyone in the audience felt a threatening heat wave, making them sweat profusely...

"boom!"

An earth-shattering explosion sounded, and then, the flames all over Song Yan's body were extinguished, and he took five or six steps back to stop his body.

As for Feng Yun, the arm holding the long sword trembled and took seven or eight steps back to stabilize his figure.

"Very well, you are stronger than I imagined. This sword can no longer defeat you, so I have to replace it with another sword!" While speaking, Feng Yun inserted the Chixia sword back and took out another sword. handle sword.

As soon as the sword was released, the surrounding air seemed to freeze, and a more powerful aura continued to radiate around.

The sword body is transparent and crystal clear, as thin as a cicada's wing.