Dominating Sword Immortal

Chapter 115 is vying for the first (2)

"As long as you defeat the Yi Qing brothers, it is the confrontation between Meng Chong and Brother Ye Chen."

"Yi Qing's brother should not be the opponent of Ye Chen's brother. He lost to Tiefeng brother after all."

"Also, if you are still the first in this year, you will not be rewarded. After all, he has already rewarded him with a low-level boxing method at the last level. The low-level secrets of the prefecture can't run away."

In the many discussions, the game continued.

In fact, although the rankings are still uncertain, they are already clear. The first and second accidents are Mengchong or Ye Chen. Three to five should be produced from Tiefeng, Xiaoye and Yiqing. In the nine, it was born from Zhou Ruo, Li Yun, Li Man and Yan Shaoqing.

In the first game, Li Yun lost to Li Mania.

In the second game, Yan Shaoqing lost to Zhou Ruo.

In the third game, Yi Qing lost to Xiao Ye.

In the ninth game, Meng Chong came to power.

Tiefeng shook his head. "I am not his opponent, abstain!"

boom!

The Wudao Square suddenly became hot, and Tiefeng abstained, representing Mengchong’s confrontation with Ye Chen in advance. This is undoubtedly the most peak battle of today, the most anticipated battle.

On the east side of the VIP table, there is a row of young men and women sitting on it. The oldest one is only 18 or 9 years old. The youngest is only 16 or 17 years old. The clothes on the body are different, but there are Liu Yunzong in the sleeve position. Unique moire pattern.

The atmosphere of this group of people is pure and vast, and nearly half of them can compete with the blood shadow knife. Some of them even far exceed Mengchong. They sit there, talk and laugh, and are not affected by the atmosphere on the court. People have a deep and unpredictable sense of oppression.

"Jing dynasty, you said that these two people will win?" Among them, a handsome young boy asked the cold-looking boy next to him.

Icy young boy indifferent: "boring!"

The young and handsome young smile, "It is necessary to be so cold!" Turning his head, he asked the young man in blue, "Luo brother, what do you say?"

The blue-shirt youth is Luo Hanshan, a disciple of Liu Yunzong. He lowered his eyes and thought for a moment: "I think it will be leaf dust!"

"Oh, why?" Another person next to him was surprised.

Luo Hanshan said: "Meng Chong gives people the impression that it is a sharp knife. It is not hard to break. It is just too easy to fold, but it is not beautiful, and Ye Chen is like a big lake. It is unfathomable. From the beginning of the game to the present, it has been calm. Therefore, I infer that when the two of them come up, they must be a protracted war. In the end, it is Ye Chen. Of course, speculation is, after all, speculation, not doing a lot, wanting to win or lose, have to play a game."

The handsome young boy smiled and said: "The analytical ability of Luo Shixiong has always been strong, but like my feelings, the two of them can win, the key depends on the later stage."

The white girl in the eighth place suddenly said: "Mengchong must lose."

In the first place, the age is slightly larger, and the girl in the shirt with plum blossoms shouted: "Xu Jing, see you for the first time!"

Xu Jing did not speak.

Others look at Xu Jing's eyes with a different look, a sense of urgency, admire, the other party became a core disciple last year, and now it is ranked eighth, and it seems that the other side still has spare capacity, and did not fully sprint the ranking, otherwise The first five are not impossible.

The inner disciple below the VIP seat looked back from time to time, and said in the heart: This position is for the core disciple. One day I can sit in this position, how glorious it should be.

Ten platforms have been destroyed.

Ye Chen and Meng Chong stood opposite each other on the platform that looked better. The eyes stared at each other without hesitation.

laugh!

The long knife was squirted, and Mengchong took the lead to launch the attack. The sharp blood red knives split the air and smashed the leaf dust not far away.

Hey!

Ye Chen did not know when he also had a sword, and he waved a sword to block the knife.

"Receive me ten knives!" Meng Chong is wild, and his long knife is like a wild horse, and he has no scruples of madness. The **** red knife is raging and diffuse.

Ding……

For a moment, the entire platform is bright and sturdy, and the blood red knives, the figure has completely covered up, the naked eye can not capture.

Hey, hey!

The two figures flew backwards and squatted again.

"Happy, inside the disciple, you are the only one who can catch my full strength of eleven knives." Meng Chong has not been so refreshed for a long time, the power of Ye Chen makes him passionate, warfare, if he can defeat each other, I will definitely be able to take it to the next level.

Ye Chendao: "Continue to fight."

"Okay, fight again!"

The voices of the two men just fell, and the figure has already rushed together. The blood red knives and the swords are criss-crossed, and they compete with each other. After a while, the platform is also destroyed, and the cutting is fragmented.

Under the stage, all the inner disciples were stunned.

In addition to the start of the collision, the latter fight is not clear who is right, who has the upper hand, who fell in the wind, only saw a knife like a knife, a sword is more fierce than a sword, to the back, Jianqi and knife The shock wave formed by the collision of the Mang is even more terrifying. It destroys one platform after another, and the figure of the two is completely invisible. Only the sword and the knife are swept from this platform to another platform, and they are hit from the ground. Half-empty, from mid-air to the ruins of the platform, omnipresent, nowhere is the place to fight.

One hundred strokes!

Two hundred strokes!

Three hundred strokes!

Five hundred strokes!

The two men have completely fought each other for five hundred strokes. They still have no wins and losses. Ye Chen’s half-step swords can’t help the Mengchong’s sword. Mengchong’s sharp knife can’t help Ye Chen. At this time, the ratio is no longer strength. It is will and endurance. Whoever can persist, whoever wins.

"A thousand strokes! There is no victory or defeat, horror!" An inside disciple looked at the sky. At this time, the sunset was shining, and the bright afterglow sprinkled on the martial arts square, reflecting the battle more fiercely fierce. Can't help but take a breath.

"Yes! Other people can block the knives of Meng Chong's brothers even if they are great, and Ye Chen's brother has played more than a thousand strokes with him. Both sides have the upper hand."

"I don't know who will laugh at the end."

Of course!

The blood-red knives and the bright swords are entangled with each other, and the strong shock waves of a circle circle spread, and the broken platform collapsed and collapsed.

Everyone fixed their eyes and saw that the sword in the hands of Ye Chen stood in the long knife of Meng Chong. The two were fixed there.

"Amazing the world!"

Meng Chong left his fist and slammed into the head of Ye Chen.

The leaves were cold and screamed, and the left fist that shone with black light greeted him.

card!

Like a thunder and a thunder, both of them flew out.

"Come on again!" There is a quenching jade body and a bodyguard, and the leaf dust stepped on the platform after the collapse, and the arrow rushed to Mengchong.

Meng Chong did not fear, and once again slammed out.

boom!

The two sides touched the point, and Meng Chong’s mouth was faintly bloody.

On the VIP table of the core disciple, Luo Hanshan sighed: "Ye Chen won, and Meng Chong is slightly inferior."

"It is not easy to play now, but this leaf dust is very powerful! All the way to the present, even Mengchong can not stop his rise."