Dominating Sword Immortal

Chapter 107 Final

Feng Ping, who was talking about everyone in the audience, did not hear it. He was completely shocked now. Among the inner disciples, some people could not lose to him in light work.

"One hundred thousand fire!"

Feng Ping pointed out that the empty sky was all over the mans, pointing to the cleavage of the air, and the sound of the cymbals continued.

puff……

The shadow of the leaf dust was suddenly smashed and smashed. It turned out to be a shadow.

"Your light work is no different." Ye Chen's voice came from the back of Feng Ping.

Feng Ping was furious and angry, his body seemed to be like a whirlwind, and he violently sprung. Numerous fingers pointed to lasing in all directions, and some pointed to pierce the stone pillars on the edge of the platform.

Ye Chen’s eyes are sharp, his body shape flashes, and he shuttles between countless fingers. These fingers are not launched together. There are always before and after, there are fast and slow, with strong body control ability and speed, leaf dust There is no room to enter, see the stitches, and the hard life is swayed to the front five steps of Feng Ping.

"How could it be, so I can't beat him."

Including Xiaoye and Zhou Ruo, all the inner disciples in the audience were stunned and their mouths opened slightly.

The eye-catching person knows that it is impossible to escape from the fingertips by speed. After all, the gap between each man's finger is small, the small is negligible, and the fingers are not arranged, they are disordered. There is no way to find the law. If you want to pass through it, your eyesight, your heart, your strength, your speed, your reaction and your overall situation must reach the upper level.

On the elders' table, the elders smiled and said: "This is a good place. There are not many people who can beat Feng Ping in light work."

The two elders nodded. "Feng Ping's body method can't be underestimated, but after all, it's not as good as the other party's old-fashioned, and the level of skill is also poor."

"Hah, there are three potential disciples in succession. It is a blessing to my Yunyunzong!" The three elders couldn't help but laugh.

On the stage, Ye Chenyi boxed out, and the crisp and sharp Zhen Fei Feng Ping.

"Ye Chensheng!"

The lottery deacon screamed and shouted.

Ye Chen was not too proud, his body slipped and he immediately fell next to Wu Zongming.

Wu Zongming just saw the blood boiling, excited: "Great, even Feng Ping's brother's light work can not keep you."

"He still can't comprehend the true meaning of the wind, just the speed of the wind." The wind is invisible, if Feng Ping can comprehend, Ye Chen is naturally not able to follow him.

Feng Ping lost his soul and walked down the stage. He lost power to others and hit him hard. After all, he was confident enough before he thought it would be easy to solve Ye Chen.

The tenth round of the game is over.

The lottery deacons will report the points.

"The seventh group, the first place Ye Chen, the score twenty; the second place Feng Ping, the score eighteen, the third place..."

The first three parties in the group stage qualify for the finals, Feng Ping has not been eliminated.

Soon, the other teams also discharged the top three.

Wu Zongming lost too many games, lost the qualification of the finals, Zhang Haoran only lost one, ranked second, as for Li Yun and Tie Feng, are the first group to advance.

The game is wonderful again, and I have to eat. It is already a noon.

The elders stood up and announced the finals in the afternoon.

Liu Yunzong inner door disciple canteen.

"I really can't think of it, there are three strong people in this in-house disciple, one Li Yun, one iron peak, one leaf dust."

"Li Yun's sword is too strong. I haven't figured out how he defeated Dong Haohua's brother."

"Tiefeng is not bad, and the three legs will solve Song Fei's brother, and it will be as stable as a mountain."

"You said, in addition to the bad work of Ye Chen, what about other aspects?"

"It is estimated that it is a great effort! But to defeat him, it must be the top six of the top ten disciples."

"Well, it’s even more powerful. If the attack is not good, you can’t beat Li’s brother and so on.”

"Yes! In addition to Feng Ping, Dong Haohua and Song Fei, the other seven have not exposed all the strength. Even 70% of the strength has not been revealed. It is difficult to win them. It must not be too bad in every respect."

"Don't say it, let me say that I have to be excited to eat, I really want to see the finals soon. At that time, the ten disciples of the inner door must go all out, the peak of the inner disciples!"

Afternoon.

The Budo Square is boiling again, and it is more than a few times more lively than in the morning.

On the central platform, the elders said: "The finals are divided into knockouts and rankings. The knockout will eliminate 20 people, leaving only ten. The rankings determine the rankings of the top ten disciples of this year..."

Below, Ye Chen listened clearly, the elimination game has a total of ten rounds, divided into three platforms, but each platform has no fixed personnel, that is to say, who is drawn, who will be on, as to which platform is possible.

After ten rounds, the top ten of the points will become the top ten disciples of this session.

After becoming the top ten disciples of the inner door, the ranking competition will be carried out. The ranking competition is the most complicated and needs to be carried out for many times, not to mention.

"Now, the finals officially started." The elders brought up the infuriating voice and raised their voices.

boom!

Everyone is supporting their favorite inner disciples in the audience.

"The first platform, Song Fei to Jiang Hao!"

"The second platform, Li Yun is against Wu Yuan!"

"The third platform, Meng Chong vs Feng Ping!"

There is no suspense in the competition between the first platform and the second platform. The third platform is somewhat worth seeing. After all, this is the duel between the top ten disciples of the last inner door, which suddenly triggered the tsunami-like cheers.

Six people have come on stage.

Not surprisingly, Song Fei and Li Yun easily defeated their opponents and scored two points.

The battle on the third platform has not yet begun.

Feng Ping looked at Meng Chong with great dignity. As one of the ten disciples of the inner door, he did not want to meet two people. One was the ghost sword Li Man, and the other was the blood shadow knife.

Ghost Sword Li mad swordsmanship is unpredictable, uncontrollable, weaker, almost no way to threaten him, and Meng Chong is more terrible, his superiority is overwhelming, all aspects of the quality are top, meet him It is almost impossible to have hope.

Only Feng Ping still wants to go through a knife from Meng Chong, and then say, he is also one of the top ten disciples of the inner door, being flattened by a knife, and the face can not pass.

Meng Chong grinned: "Feng Ping, are you thinking about how to get a knife from my hand."

"Give up this plan! Your strength is too far from me."

Step by step to Feng Ping, Meng Chong's right hand is placed on the handle.

flash!

Feng Ping's scalp was numb, and he quickly plunged to the side, and his body disappeared.

"Can't escape!"

Almost no one saw how the knives of Meng Chong came out, only to see the **** red knives flashing away.

The next moment, Feng Ping's figure showed that the clothes on his chest were split into a long and narrow knife mark, extending to the waist.

what!

Laughing a few times, Meng Chong turned and walked off the stage.