"In the tenth game, Lin Yuan vs. Zhang Heng!"

Finally, it was Lin Yuan's turn to play on stage.

Unfortunately, the opponent was actually a contestant with a half-step Hunyuan realm cultivation. He ranked 51st in the last session. His weapon was a silver spear, and the tip of the spear was flashing with a cold and cold light.

"Get the first point."

The other party obviously didn't take Lin Yuan seriously. He had a little ground under his feet, his figure flashed and he was erratic. A spear in his hand was like a poisonous snake coming out of the hole, with the spear dots and the chill was so cold.

Lin Yuan stood still, and the sharp artistic conception of sword Tao was released. A sharp aura instantly enveloped the other party's mind, directly affecting the other party's mind.

"What, this is an illusion!"

There is no way to appear on the competition stage, and thousands of mountains and rivers turn into long swords, causing the opponent to be confused, the spear method loses its accuracy, loses all its strength, and has many flaws.

Walking in the garden, Lin Yuan appeared in front of the other party at an ordinary speed, breaking his body-protecting true energy with one punch.

His back hit the silver-white light screen, and the other party's eyes looked at Lin Yuan with a hint of fear. If possible, he would never want to face Lin Yuan again. The feeling of being powerful and having a chaotic sense of space made him crazy. He believed that if he had played a few more games with Lin Yuan, his condition would drop to an unprecedented level.

"Give up!"

He didn't dare to look at Lin Yuan, so the other party quickly rushed out of the exit, for fear that Lin Yuan would show his terrible artistic conception to him again.

Lin Yuan touched his chin and felt that he was a bit too much. Although the sword art is easy to use, it will reduce the opponent's condition. When encountering poor psychological quality, it may completely affect his game state. Ten percent of his strength can only be exerted by 80% or 90%.

"Forget it, before the necessary moment, you won't need to use the sword's edge artistic conception for the time being. You should use the finger sword first." In the previous game, Lin Yuan did not intend to activate the sword's edge, so he could only choose to point the sword. At this time, Lin Yuan didn't want to expose his strength too much.

"What's going on? Could it be that it's water release?"

Lin Yuan's torment of swordsmanship is only aimed at Zhang Heng, and the scope is not large. Many people don't understand what happened, including Hu Xiaolong with a gloomy face.

Only three groups of referees were shocked. His mental power was so powerful that the subtle changes on the field were under control. Lin Yuan's sword-divine edge was naturally not hidden from him. To be honest, among the innate realm warriors, he rarely saw anyone activate the sword-divine edge he saw so much that it could actually affect the senses of the warrior. No wonder the contestant looked fearful when he came back.

"interesting!"

The referees from the three groups smiled. After only ten games of the game, one outstanding one appeared. In a few rounds, it should be obvious who has the strength to advance.

You know, this time the referees were all warriors at the Purple Mansion realm, which made Lin Yuan incredible. Didn’t it mean that the Martial Sect only had a 50% discount on the Purple Mansion realm? The thirteen referees who suddenly appeared were all at the Purple Mansion realm, which made Lin Yuan amazed.

He knew that the Wuzong must have this hidden strength, otherwise it would not be one of the four major forces in Tianluo County.

"In the 11th game, Wang Jiamin is against Su Lizhong!"

The referee's voice had just fallen, and the three groups were silent for a while, and then the discussion sounded like a tide, endless.

"Wang Jiamin ranked 30th in the last ranking monument, and he didn't expect to play so soon."

"There are no experts in the three groups. If nothing unexpected happens, there will be no run in the first two points. I wonder if this contestant named Su Lizhong can support it for a while and force out some of Wang Jiamin's strength."

"It's hard! It's good to be able to support three moves. Wang Jiamin is not an ordinary young master."

As everyone discussed, Wang Jiamin and Su Lizhong came to the stage.

Wang Jiamin was wearing a black suit, with a golden crown on his head, and a pair of eyebrows that were as sharp as a sword. Young people who originally had such eyebrows should be very handsome. No matter how bad they were, they would be heroic. Unfortunately, Wang Jiamin's appearance broke this law. His face was narrow and long, his eyes were narrow, his nose was pointed, and his lips were extremely thin. The first impression was very bad, like a collection of snakes and foxes.

The young man standing opposite Wang Jiamin was about nineteen to twenty years old. He was tall and thin. He was covered with a light gray robe and had long hair tied behind his head with a thin rope. He looked elegant and fresh, and had a hint of restraint. Facing Wang Jiamin, a strong enemy, there was no expression on his face. He was always very calm, so calm that it made people furious.

"This Su Lizhong is not simple!" Lin Yuan's view was inconsistent with everyone. In his eyes, Su Lizhong, with a calm expression, had a strong aura, almost not inferior to Wang Jiamin. In addition, Lin Yuan actually felt a similar mentality from Su Lizhong. This mentality was not bound by routine and walked out of his own path. It is not difficult to guess that his moves should also be the same as his mentality, with no trace to be found.

On the martial arts stage.

The two stood fifty meters apart.

"What, don't you admit defeat?" Wang Jiamin said with his eyes narrowed.

Su Lizhong shook his head, "I'm thinking, it takes a few moves to defeat you."

As soon as this sentence was said, not only Wang Jiamin changed color, but even the people watching the game couldn't help but roll their eyes. They felt that Su Lizhong was arrogant and said wildly, "Who is Wang Jiamin? The last ranking of thirty in the monument has now reached the level of Hunyuan. The martial arts and martial arts are among the top players in the younger generation."

He is only slightly inferior to the senior brother Wu Xiao and others in the East Academy. If it weren't for the fact that there were too many geniuses in this class, he would have been the favorite candidates for the top ten. Despite this, no one can guarantee that he did not compete for the top ten, but he was not as eye-catching as the top few people.

"Ha ha!"

As if he heard the funnyest joke, Wang Jiamin laughed to the sky and then looked stern, "Very good, I want to see how many moves you will defeat me? But before that, I plan to defeat you ten moves, I wonder if you are mentally prepared."

"The chances of winning have increased a little more."

Su Lizhong answered the question that was not the question.

"I know Su Lizhong. He is a newly rising genius this year. He is a disciple of the East Academy. I heard that his strength is also in the Hunyuan realm, and he has only returned from outside recently." A disciple recognized Su Lizhong and shouted in surprise.

"Arrogant!"

Wang Jiamin was furious, and a faint light flashed on her waist. A thin sword appeared in her palm. When her wrist shook, the thin sword burst out with hundreds of sword lights. Each sword light was mixed with a fiery red meaning, blocking the space where Gao Feng was, and trying to defeat him with one sword.

"It appears. It's Wang Jiamin's signature sword technique, Fire Rain Meteor Sword!"

"The Fire Rain Meteor Sword Technique, under a sword, the sword light is like a prairie fire, with a huge coverage range, and it is almost impossible to dodge. Once it cannot dodge, it will inevitably face waves of powerful blows, endless.
Chapter completed!