Galaxy Shattering Blade

"You are lucky."

"Because I won't give you a heavy hand."

Wang Zhihong looked at Lin Feng with a smile.

He is one of the sixteen warriors who have been directly promoted, and the sixth-rank strong in the Qiyun period. Jumping up to compete in the ring, Wang Zhihong was dressed in white armor, and his movements were very chic. Unlike other contestants, Wang Zhihong was very relaxed right now, and he was more relaxed and waved with the disciples in the second district.

tread!

Lin Feng jumped into the competition ring.

I haven’t seen Wang Zhihong’s strength, but his breath is better than Lu Jie’s before. He seems to be one of the strongest sixteen people under the age of 30 in Xiefengtang. Looking at his opponent's complacency, Lin Feng smiled slightly and didn't mind.

Strength is not based on mouth.

"Zi Hong, take revenge for Brother Lu Jie!"

"Don't underestimate the enemy, be careful of his speed."

"Come on, Brother Zhihong, defeat the reserve disciple cleanly and advance to the top 16!"

...

Everyone in the second district shouted.

Wang Zhihong raised his hand, turned his head and smiled at the crowd.

And at this time-

"Game, start!" The North Evil Guardian who is in charge of this contest is unhappy, and directly announced the start of the game. The voice fell, suddenly making Wang Zhihong stunned, slowed down and turned back, but...

"What about people?" Wang Zhihong's eyes widened.

In front, the contest ring is completely empty. Where is Lin Feng's figure in the slightest point? Hearing the disciples in the second district exclaimed, Wang Zhihong's spine was cold. Before regaining consciousness, a great force has directly hit the fragile neck and neck.

Boom!

Wang Zhihong stared at Venus, his head blank.

"Bang!" Like a huge rock, Wang Zhihong was not injured at all. But at this moment, in addition to the horror or horror, I don't know what happened. Including everyone in the second district, there was a big carnival in the past, and now it seems that they are frozen.

In less than three seconds!

Wang Zhihong's defeat rate set a second round record.

boom! ~

Suddenly. The four districts exploded.

The prepared disciples were overjoyed, screaming wildly, leaping with joy and joy. The previous tension turned into excitement. These preparatory disciples, who were under 18 years old, saw their idols win. No longer depressed, the ecstasy in my heart seemed to win their own.

"Lin Feng, win." The Northern Evil Guardian glanced over Lin Feng and announced the result.

Lin Feng looked calm.

Leaping from the competition ring, Wang Zhihong walked past the still blank. Return to the preparation disciples of the four districts. Nothing was said, but Wang Zhihong was blushing, remembering the arrogant words just now, and wishing to find a hole in the ground.

"The first scene." Lin Feng's heart is quiet.

Not wanting to waste any more time, now he hopes to enter the semi-finals immediately and learn from Tie Yun and Wang Hui.

…

second round.

The third game!

The soldiers are not blood-stained.

Lin Feng easily lost three people in a row, and the opponent in the final quarterfinals was even a seventh-rank strong in the Qiyun period. Ran. Lin Feng didn't even have the Nine Nether Thunder Knife out of the sheath, so he easily cracked it and cut it through the thorns. effortless.

A dark horse!

The voices of the prepared disciples in the four districts were dumb, and their faces were flushed with excitement. The girls seemed to be looking at Prince Charming, their eyes full of stars. All the disciples in the three districts were like deflated balls.

One game can be luck. But in three games...

Will it be luck?

It was Wang Hui and Tie Yan, who looked dignified at this time. Lin Feng looked at the enemy. Unlike another warrior who entered the semifinals, Lin Feng has not shown any dew. But somehow entered the semi-finals.

They simply don't know how strong the preparatory disciples in front of them are.

"He is only 20 years old?" Sect Master Xiefeng's eyes widened.

"Yes." Dongxie Hufa nodded: "This Lin Feng has close friendship with Dong Taifu. In addition, he also has a close relationship with President Lu of the Rising Sun shop. I guess he is probably a disciple of a hidden strong man, Not long after entering the WTO."

"No wonder he was not interested in letting him join Xiefeng Tang before." Sect Master Xiefeng suddenly realized.

"The patriarch's method may be wrong. If this son comes from a famous family, you will make him an ordinary disciple, which is undoubtedly disgraceful, and he is naturally unwilling." Dongxie Hufa said: "But if you let him enter a district, even Sovereign, you personally accept him as a disciple, he will promise."

"Accept him as a disciple?" Sovereign Sect Master Shen Er.

Dongxie protector nodded: "This son's future achievements, I am afraid that it will be no less than Wang Hui's.

Sect Master Xiefeng looked at him: "Let's first look at his battle with Iron Meteor. He should be the second order of Qiyun period. I don't know if he can compete with Iron Meteor."

Dongxie Hufa smiled and shook his head: "I'm afraid it's a little difficult, but Iron Falls is the strongest in the second district."

"Maybe." Sect Master Xiefeng smiled, with a deep meaning in his eyes: "Until now, he...have not drawn a knife."

"What!?" Dongxiehu* lived.

…

"Knife?"

"No way!?"

"Really, did you see him draw a knife?"

"Listening to what you said, it seems to be eh, he solves every fight with his fists and feet."

...

"Should he not use a knife?"

"You idiot, you won't do anything to come to Xiefengtang!"

"Stupid, people are concealing their hidden strength, can't you see it now, this is not what Lin Feng is hiding!"

...

There was an uproar.

Lu Jie, who was defeated by Lin Feng, Wang Zhihong and others were even more stared than Tongling. They were still a little bit dissatisfied before because they were defeated by Lin Feng by coincidence. But now when I think about it, cold sweat bursts out and ticks down.

It's true!

Lin Feng's knife has not yet been sheathed!

Just like a whirlwind, this discovery suddenly spread to all the disciples in the four districts. While everyone was shocked, they looked at Lin Feng in addition to curiosity and added a distracted tremor. At this time, a little rest is the last two games of the semi-finals.

Fight at the same time!

"No. 17 iron meteorite, to No. 32 Lin Feng!" The voice of Nanxie's protector sounded suddenly.

Wow! ~

Noisy.

…

tread! tread!

Lin Feng and Tie Fei fell in the Biwu Ring ~www.wuxiaspot.com~, facing each other, there was a frantic cry around, one after another. The new wind battle has now progressed, and finally ushered in the *, the battle of the top four, and the duel between the strong and the strong, making people bloody.

There has never been a preparatory disciple who has entered the top 16 of the new battle, the top eight, and the top four!

Every step forward, Lin Feng is creating miracles.

"Zheng!" Tie met with his sword, dark colors, reflecting the rich and dark light. Just like a black bear standing, the muscular muscles appeared, looking at Lin Feng's sword, the iron meteoric warfare was boiling, and the sound was like Hong Zhong: "Draw the sword!"

"Of course." Lin Feng smiled.

Qiang! The Nine Nether Thunder Knife shines coldly, the image of the Nether appears behind, and the momentum changes dramatically.

His knife is finally out of the sheath!

…(To be continued)