When the old host read out the candidates for the bye and the two sides fighting, everyone couldn't help but be stunned.
Qingshan, the Changsheng Sect, has a bye!
Tianxuan Sword Sect Jian Wuchen fights against Yanyun Sect Wang Yan!
He Bingning in Ice Crystal Palace versus Han Zhan in Cold Wind Valley!
Ji Ye Men Chen Tianhua vs. Emperor Ji Zong Huang Zhuo Yu
Changsheng Sect Zhan Yuncheng versus Tyrant Sword Sect Liu Dali!
Murong Feng of the Changsheng Sect versus Li Yang of the Zhaoyang Sect!
Gu Qingxuan of the Changsheng Sect versus Shen Xin of the Lingxi Sect!
Lin Muyan of the Immortality Sect versus Feng Hao of the Yellow River Sect!
The crowd kept screaming, and the favorite to win finally met in advance.
Although Chen Tianhua's talent is slightly inferior to Huang Zhuoyu's, their realms are exactly the same. They are both at the ninth level of the Qi Sea Realm.
It can be said that it is the tip of a needle!
What's more coincidental is that the remaining candidates for the battle did not encounter any early encounters. The Changsheng Sect left a deep impression on the crowd. If nothing else, they can all win.
As for He Bingning and Jian Wuchen, there is no suspense, so the next round of competition will be even more cruel and exciting.
No matter who is facing anyone, it is a peak match, and it is especially difficult to win.
Fang Qingshan scratched his head and was a little surprised. He didn't expect that he was so lucky and got a bye.
In order to prevent everyone from missing any exciting battles, the following battles will be fought in sequence and the simultaneous competition system will be cancelled. This also gives the contestants the opportunity to get to know other opponents.
The first battle pitted Jian Wuchen from the Tianxuan Sword Sect against Wang Yan from the Yanyun Sect. A handsome young man dressed like a swordsman in white hugged the scabbard with his hands and jumped onto the fighting stage with great composure.
His opponent, Wang Yan, was a thin, short-haired young man wearing a meteorite imprint sect uniform. He had a very solemn expression on his face at this moment. Facing Nanzhou's top genius Jian Wuchen, the pressure in his heart doubled.
After taking a deep breath, he clasped his fists, and dark red spiritual power emerged from his body. The air around him was faintly distorted, exuding a hot breath.
His weapon was a pair of fist gloves. After touching each other, he waved his fists and struck towards Jian Wuchen.
He arrived in front of Jian Wuchen in an instant, and saw him raising his scabbard with one hand to block the attack, easily blocking the blow.
Then with a strong shock, Wang Yan retreated slightly, and then he grabbed the scabbard with his right hand and kept swinging it, sending out sharp sword energy one after another.
Wang Yan's pupils shrank, his fists danced, the gloves collided with the sword energy, making a harsh sound, and the deflected sword energy blasted deep pits into the ground.
Obviously Wang Yan is at a disadvantage, but this is also what everyone expected. No matter who faces Jian Wuchen, he will not feel comfortable. This is definitely a terrifying opponent.
Wang Yan also found that ordinary methods could not pose a threat to Jian Wuchen, so his aura strengthened sharply.
Groups of meteorite fragments condensed from the hand, and were thrown with force, dragging the tail flame and covering the opponent's body.
For a moment, it seemed as if there was a shower of meteors and fire on the battlefield, and the air became a little hot, scorching the battle platform.
Jian Wuchen's face was expressionless, the same as before. He waved the scabbard with one hand, as if he had no intention of drawing out the sword. Every time he waved his arm, a piece of meteorite turned into dust and dissipated invisible.
Just as he crushed the last fragment, his black hair was blown by a hot wind.
When he looked up, he saw a huge meteorite that was several feet in size being held up by Wang Yan. The sweat on his forehead fell from his cheeks.
"drink!"
With a low cry, the meteorite hit Jian Wuchen with unparalleled power, and the air around him made a sizzling sound.
If this was implemented, even Jian Wuchen would be injured. His brows furrowed slightly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
Holding the scabbard with his left hand and the hilt with his right hand, he slowly pulled out the sword, and a cold light suddenly appeared.
Uh-huh!
A terrifying sword energy burst out instantly, and the huge meteorite was directly split into two halves. The sword energy continued to slash towards Wang Yan.
"ah!"
Wang Yan only had time to form a rock shield in front of him, blocking the sword with great difficulty. The flesh and blood on his chest was cut open by the sword energy, and blood continued to gush out. He covered the injured part with a lonely look in his eyes.
He let out a breath of turbid air and said to Jian Wuchen: "I lost!"
He was convinced. The gap between the two was like a cloud and mud. It was better for the other party to hold back on this sword, otherwise it would not be as simple as a minor injury.
Jian Wuchen nodded slightly, his sword already sheathed, and he walked off the fighting platform.
hiss!
The battle between the two was very fast, and everyone couldn't get enough of it, but they also deeply realized what it means to be an extremely talented person!
Jian Wuchen's performance was too strong. Strictly speaking, he defeated Wang Yan instantly with just one sword strike. If he was serious, the opponent would not be able to withstand the second move even if he tried his best!
The next second game is between He Bingning of Ice Crystal Palace and Han Zhan of Cold Wind Valley. There is no suspense in this battle.
With the use of the cold field, Han Zhan, who practiced the wind attribute, only lasted less than one stick of incense before being defeated.
The real highlight has arrived, and the most suspenseful one among all is the confrontation between the two geniuses. Chen Tianhua of Jiyemen met Huang Zhuoyu of Huangji Sect in advance.
Under the gaze of everyone, Chen Tianhua, dressed in black, and Huang Zhuoyu, dressed in golden robes, walked onto the battlefield.
The two looked at each other from a distance, sparks flying invisibly, and anyone could clearly feel the fighting spirit between the two.
Chen Tianhua has an ordinary appearance, but his temperament is a little out of the ordinary. His deep eyes are like a pool of stagnant water, without any ripples in an ancient well.
On the contrary, Huang Zhuoyu is full of nobility, which is even more outstanding under the golden robe, and his handsome face is full of confidence.
"Big brother, come on!"
A voice came from the crowd. A beautiful woman stood in the crowd at Jiyemen, waving her hands to cheer Chen Tianhua.
It turned out to be the little girl I met in the restaurant last time.
The Changsheng Sect and others looked at it and then withdrew their gaze.
Chen Tianhua's weapon was a spear and he was dressed in black. His whole temperament was so different that everyone ignored his slightly ordinary appearance.
Huang Zhuoyu's weapon is a golden long sword with a golden dragon entwined on it. It is full of domineering power and glows with a faint golden light.
The two exploded at the same time, colliding dozens of times in just a few breaths. The situation was temporarily deadlocked and inextricable.
This made the melon-eating crowd excited. This was the battle they wanted to see. Equal strength. You come and I go. Everyone stared at it without blinking, for fear of missing something.
Chen Tianhua danced with a spear like a tiger, and his attack was airtight. Others would have been at a disadvantage under such an attack.
But Huang Zhuoyu's strength was not incompetent. The long knife kept slashing, stabbing, and sweeping, and the two weapons collided and made a clanging sound.
The two of them were moving around on the battle platform. Every corner of the battle platform, which was dozens of feet in diameter, left many battle scars and the ground was full of messes.
"A bit of cold light arrives first, and then the gun shoots out like a dragon!"
Chen Tianhua's eyes flashed, and the spear went straight to Huang Zhuoyu's waist like a black dragon.
