Yang Fan held a silver gun in his hand, his clothes were damaged in several places, and he walked down the stage unwillingly.

Cao Lei's "Iron Sand Palm" has been practiced to its peak and perfection, and he has realized a unique true meaning, and its power is beyond imagination.

Zhou Xing's opponent in the eighth round was only in the top 20, so his opponent simply gave up.

nowadays.

Zhou Xing's reputation in the competition is not small. If he doesn't want to be kicked off the stage, it is best to admit defeat.

As night fell, the eighth round of competition came to an end.

Nangong Li and Duan Xiaolong, as the "two dragons competing for hegemony", still maintain a winning streak.

The three dark horses also won eight consecutive victories.

At this moment, there are only twelve or three people on the field who still have winning streaks.

In addition to the Double Dragon Competition and the three dark horses, they also include Hu Yiba who ranked fourth last year, Yuan Beitong who ranked fifth, Cheng Yun who ranked sixth, Huang Yuan who ranked seventh, and others.

…

On the third day, the ninth round of the knockout rounds began.

At this time, there were only thirty or forty disciples left who had not yet been eliminated. Some disciples whose scores were negative by two points were extremely nervous.

In the ninth round, the chance of strong encounters is greatly increased.

"Junior sister Jiang, don't worry! From now on, the chances of Zhou Xing and us meeting will become higher and higher."

Huang Yuan looked confident, confident in front of the beauty.

"Of course I believe it."

Jiang Yun'er chuckled, her smile as bright as a flower, which made several elite outer sect disciples fascinated.

For Yuan Shi and Beauty, Hu Yiba ranked fourth, Cheng Yun ranked sixth, and Huang Yuan ranked seventh were all willing to stand up for her.

"Zhou Xing, I think you can win a few more games in a row."

Wang Lingyun sneered in his heart.

As a result, in the ninth round, these three strong players still did not encounter Zhou Xing.

On the other hand, Cheng Yun, who was ranked sixth, met Le Feng, an outside genius.

"Le Feng versus Cheng Yun!"

All eyes were focused on the stage.

Cheng Yun is a young man with orange complexion and looks slightly older.

He participated in the "blocking operation" against Zhou Xing, mainly because he was attracted to Jiang Yun'er.

Cheng Yun didn't expect that he would meet the genius Le Feng instead of waiting for Zhou Xing.

"Brother Cheng, let's get started."

Le Feng Bao Quan Do.

If he wants to break into the top five or three, this Cheng Yun is a big obstacle.

"Junior Brother Le hasn't drawn his sword yet? Could it be that you think you can win with just your physical skills?"

Cheng Yun smiled calmly.

Clang!

A broken sword in Le Feng's hand was unsheathed, like a cold arc across the night sky, exuding a cold and sharp aura.

Cheng Yun also took out a well-made world-famous sword.

"Wind-cutting sword!"

The famous sword in Cheng Yun's hand was like a gust of wind, a transparent cold light appeared on the blade, and a group of harsh energy and wind swirled around.

The "Wind Cutting Sword" he practiced is a very famous swordsmanship in the outer sect.

Including Zhou Xing, he had practiced this sword technique.

Poof!

When the sword slashed away, the air tore apart, wind and energy surrounded the room, blocking Le Feng's path.

Facing an opponent of this level, it was difficult for Le Feng to suppress him with his physical strength alone.

"Soul-Chasing Sword!"

Le Feng's figure and the sword became a whole, the afterimage and the sword light intertwined, and the sword went off the mark, which was extremely thrilling.

Ding ding ding…

In the blink of an eye, the two of them exchanged more than a dozen swords in a staggered space.

Everyone in the audience held their breath. It was difficult to see the details of the confrontation clearly with the naked eye. All they could see was a blur of sword shadows and sword lights.

rub!

Suddenly, a figure quickly took a few steps back, looking slightly embarrassed.

Cheng Yun's face was filled with panic, and there was a trace of blood on his cheek.

Le Feng holds the sword on his back with a smile on his face.

"Cheng Yun was defeated?"

"I didn't even see the details clearly, it was too fast!"

There was a lot of discussion in the audience.

In the battle just now, they witnessed the strength of the outer sect's talented genius Le Feng and the previous season's veteran Cheng Yun.

"No. 49 wins."

The referee waved the flag and declared Lefeng the winner.

…

"Senior Brother Cheng has made great progress, how could he lose so quickly?"

Huang Yuan was surprised.

"When swordsmen fight, the victory or defeat is a matter of a thread. What's more, Le Feng's body skills are slightly better than half of them, but what he has in his hand is a broken sword."

Hu Yiba said matter-of-factly.

His eyes crossed Le Feng, this was an opponent that could not be ignored.

Stronger body skills and stronger weapons are all advantages!

Cheng Yun's defeat was not unjust.

After this battle, Le Feng's popularity soared, winning the admiration and admiration of many female disciples. Some male disciples also admired his strength and grace.

Except for the battle of Le Feng.

In the ninth round, there is another battle that attracts much attention.

"Nangong Li to Yuan Beitong!"

There was an uproar in the audience, and the attention was even greater than that of Le Feng.

On stage.

Nangong Li held a folding fan in his hand and looked at the strong man with a tiger-like iron tower opposite him.

The strong man was half taller than a normal person; before the battle started, his fists were banging like hammers, and the barbaric aura that hit his face was heart-stopping.

"Is this Yuan Beitong, the most powerful person in the outer sect?"

Zhou Xing was very interested.

Yuan Beitong ranked fifth in the last competition. His greatest advantage is his natural power.

His "natural power" is something he is born with, it is not acquired through the fusion of Zhou Xing's mysterious heart.

Kaishan Fist!

Yuan Beitong roared, his deep inner breath vibrated and roared, and he moved out his fists like millstones cutting through the air. Any punch could crush an ox or a tiger to death.

Peng! Peng!

When that punch was released, the ground shook faintly, and the terrifying power caused a wave of air.

There was a "pop" sound.

Nangong Li's folding fan suddenly hit Yuan Beitong's arm. The latter shouted and took a few steps back.

Nangong Li suddenly stepped back half a foot.

"The strength is really great, the inner breath is strong, and the reaction is not slow. As expected of the fifth in the previous competition, he can fight me head-on."

Nangong Li smiled.

certainly.
To be continued...