broken destiny

At this time, the game on the stage had begun. Wang Xingli unconsciously looked at No. 7 Sun An. After all, he was the only one of the 33 players to play in the first round, and according to the order, he should be similar to himself. The eyes of the people around him were the same.

Sun An stood on the side of the ring holding a long sword. The weapon of No. 267 on the opposite side was also a long sword. As the referee began to give orders, Sun An did not move. The man No. 267 rushed over with a long sword in his hand, and with a slight shake, The tip of the sword swung in a circle, and then stabbed Sun An fiercely. Sun An saw this but did not panic. He suddenly turned to the right, and the long sword blocked the left hand. 267's sword passed by the left side of Sun An's body. , Sun An took advantage of the situation and slapped No. 267 on the chest.

With a "bang", No. 267 fell to the ground aside, and was immediately held by Sun An's sword at his neck.

"No. 7 Sun An wins." After saying that, he put the two cards into the other two empty boxes.

On the stage, Sun An bowed to the elders and referees on the stage, and then walked off the stage. Hearing this, No. 267 stood up slowly and walked slowly down. It seemed that his health was not serious.

Wang Xingli was a little confused. He didn't expect it to be so fast, and it didn't show his strength. At this speed, wouldn't it be easy to finish the first round? Not only Wang Xingli was confused, but the new disciples from the outer sect around him were even more confused, looking at the 30 or so of them from time to time.

"Do you still want to challenge the first 33 people? I don't want to meet them so early."

"This is No. 7. It's stronger in itself, okay? I'm more than , so I have to be No. against them."

"Is it really such a big gap?"

"Don't let me get it!"

These comments made the preparatory disciples beside him feel a little carried away. The corners of their mouths raised slightly and they sat upright at the same time.

Wang Xingli frowned secretly, feeling that he had misjudged before and that if he played, he might not be able to win so quickly.

"No. 182... versus... No. 273..."

……

Many arenas have already started the second wave of draws. Looking around, only No. 936 and No. 957 have yet to be determined. Wang Xingli thought to himself that this was still slow, so he couldn't help but look over with some curiosity.

I saw two people on the ring, one holding a knife and the other holding a sword, slashing at each other, but they couldn't see any moves. They were not as good as No. 267 who was dueling with Sun An. At least they had a sword flower on their arms. After watching it for a while, It felt boring.

"No. 3 Liu Qingfeng vs. No. 147..."

Wang Xingli immediately became energetic after hearing this. If he remembered correctly, this man chose the same martial arts without weapons as himself, so you could just observe how he fought.

On the ring, Liu Qingfeng, dressed in Tsing Yi, was bowing to No. 147. When the referee gave the order, Liu Qingfeng stepped forward, not fast but very elegant. Suddenly, Liu Qingfeng floated to the left of No. 147. No. 147, who was holding a spear, did not use the stabbing move. He very cautiously used the sweeping method to force Liu Qingfeng back. Liu Qingfeng took a step but floated to the right again. Go, No. 147 returned the gun and picked it again. Liu Qingfeng suddenly accelerated and kicked on the gun, turned forward, and when they landed on the ground, the two of them stood still.

One of Liu Qingfeng's hands was already clasping his throat.

"No. 3 Liu Qingfeng wins."

It was another extremely short round. Liu Qingfeng's movement was really like a willow leaf, light, agile, and erratic, and he easily controlled No. 147.

"How handsome!"

"What an elegant movement!" The audience in the stands couldn't help shouting. Most people had envious expressions on their faces, and of course there were also little fans who screamed in surprise.

However, a huge crisis arose in Wang Xingli's heart. If he could fight with Sun An, then Liu Qingfeng should be able to completely torture him, without waiting for Wang Xingli to think too much.

"No. 6 Wang Xingli vs. No. 250..."

Wang Xingli stood up in response and almost tripped over when he heard No. 250. Then he walked onto the corresponding arena with a dark look on his face. When Wang Xingli walked onto the ring, he saw No. 250 opposite a fat man holding a sledgehammer, waiting for him with a silly smile on his face.

Salute each other.

"start."

At the command, the fat man swung his sledgehammer and hit Wang Xingli. Wang Xingli made a mistake in his steps and dodged a few meters. The fat man hit the ring with the hammer. Seeing that Wang Xingli dodged the attack, he raised the sledgehammer and swept away again. Come over, Wang Xingli retreats again when he sees this, but this time he dodges much closer. When the fat man sees Wang Xingli retreating, he simply turns around with the sledgehammer and swings the sledgehammer towards Wang Xingli again. Wang Xingli sees him going back and forth with these moves. , completely unable to help myself practice body movements, and lost interest.

He dodged the attack again, and then punched the missed sledgehammer.

"clang."

The fat man was staggered by the sledgehammer. He turned around with the sledgehammer and almost fell to the ground.

Wang Xingli didn't pause, and slapped the fat man on the back. The fat man staggered back a few steps, but did not fall down. Wang Xingli felt that the feeling coming from his hand was like being hit on wood. Wang Xingli said in his heart: It seems that this fat man must have some self-defense skills, otherwise why would he be so tough? His defense power is a bit outrageous.

The fat man stopped and turned to look at me with a smile on his face: "Don't let me go, let's have a good fight."

I looked around and found that everyone was talking and pointing fingers at me. It seemed like I was already the 33rd person in the top who was the slowest to solve my opponent.

He looked at the fat man in front of him again and said, "Forget it, there's no point in spending time with him. It's better to go back and practice early."

I immediately stepped forward and punched, and this time I added a little more force. Seeing me rushing over, the fat man quickly dropped the hammer in his hand, crossed his hands to block my fist, and then stepped back steadily. Standing on the stage.

"Ouch, this blow is really hard. Come on, continue." The fat man said without changing his smile.

Wang Xingli frowned upon seeing this, thinking about how to quickly resolve the battle. Seeing that the fat man had no intention of attacking, he said, "Then you should be on guard." After that, he raised his fist and moved forward again.

The fat man immediately put his hands in front of him again, but no fists were coming. Wang Xingli switched legs midway and kicked the fat man's legs with a sweeping kick, knocking the fat man to the ground, and then hugged the fat man's legs before he could react. , vigorously threw the fat man out of the field.

The stunned referee took a while to make an announcement.

"No. 6 Wang Xingli wins."

Wang Xingli saluted the elders and the referee and left the ring.

"Wang Xingli, right? Don't leave. You can't win like this." After walking a few steps, Wang Xingli was stopped by the fat man.

"Leaving the ring counts as elimination." Wang Xingli said nonchalantly.

"Well... anyway... I didn't pay attention this time. Next time we fight, my name is Lin Jin."

"Okay, let's talk about it when we have a chance."

"It won't be long, I will challenge you again."

Wang Xingli waved his hand and left the scene. Liu Qingfeng just now a little irritated Wang Xingli, and he secretly felt that he had no chance of winning. Although Sun An was ranked behind him, it could be seen from the few sword strikes just now that speed and strength were different from his own. It's not much different, but it doesn't feel easy to fight with a weapon. Instead of studying others here, it's better to take the opportunity to improve your own strength. If you have the second layer of broken rock in Bengshan Fist, you may be able to fight.