Nine Stars Killer

All three rounds of the competition were over, and the first 30 places were decided respectively. Without exception, none of the thirteen big brothers and sisters have ever met, and the draw is now for the last time.

Thirty people walked towards the lottery cage together, and no one knew who their opponent was, so they all pulled one from the lottery cage.

"The eighth is really auspicious!"

Ye Feng looked at the number in his hand and muttered to himself.

Fifteen arena lights up at the same time, this time at the same time, fifteen people will be victorious, enter the competition, and determine the champion.

No one knew who their opponents were, and with a jump, Ye Feng landed on the eighth ring.

"I have seen Junior Brother Ye!"

At the moment Ye Feng fell, a wry laugh came.

Ye Feng was stunned. The opponent in this match was Lan Fan. Heiheitang was second only to Qi Ruomei. The two had a match before. Lan Fan was slightly disadvantaged. At this time, he met Ye Feng again, so he smiled bitterly.

"I have seen Brother Lan!"

Ye Feng also gave a fist, and the relationship between the two was not ill-informed.

"I know that you are strong. Even if I make a move, it is not your opponent. It is better for me to simply admit defeat. After all, you still have fourteen battles next, and you need a strong innocence. It is a good favor for you!"

Lan Fan unexpectedly surrendered and gave Ye Feng a favor.

Entering the first fifteen, there will be fourteen battles. This will be a test of the purity of true qi and a competition of resources. No one wants to consume excess true qi. If Lan Fan voluntarily surrenders, it can be regarded as saving Ye Feng. The true energy consumed by the battle is greatly beneficial to the subsequent battles.

"Then I would like to thank you!"

Ye Feng expressed his thanks.

"I hope I will have the opportunity to ask Junior Brother Ye for advice in the future!"

Lan Fan did not stay too much, and after surrendering to the referee, the two left the ring together. Ye Feng was the first to win the game and successfully entered the top fifteen.

Back on the high platform, Ye Feng looked down, and the fourteen arena were full of joy. Ye Feng swept one by one, and every game was wonderful.

Ding Buhui’s boxing methods are like the roar of the sea. Every punch is heavy and heavy. Up to now, he has not seen him cast the Guangle seal. This is his assassin. Last time, it was infinite and close to a half magic weapon. It is even more powerful at this time.

After several rounds, Ding Buhui swept his opponent off the ring with a punch, successfully advanced and entered the competition.

Ye Feng looked at the others again, and found that Yue Wuhen easily defeated his opponent and advanced smoothly.

Luo Yifeng's judge pen was like a flying dragon, pointing to the west, and his opponent had no power to fight back. He was swept away by the ghost strokes and was promoted again.

There are only a few people who fight very hard. These big brothers really live up to their reputations. Their strength is stronger than the other. When the ghostly sword comes out, his shadow is everywhere. The opponent still doesn't know what is going on. It's rags, and take the initiative to admit defeat.

A sword hits the ghost and sees sorrow, and the ups and downs of the ten thousand worlds ghosts shock the sky. This is Xu Qingfeng's stunt of a ghost in the sky.

The mad sword of Qiguan, holding a large sword that is as tall as a man, slashed in the air, scaring the opponent into fear, and took the initiative to run off the ring, very embarrassed.

Dan Guan Lengxue, holding a colorful ribbon, rolled one back, wrapped the opponent, and threw it under the ring, fighting very softly.

Fang Hanzhuo of Wenxing Academy, Ye Wuyou of Wukui Academy, Wang Anguo of Arhat Hall, Qi Ruomei of Black and White Hall, and Jin Kui of physical view, all fight with a powerful posture to defeat their opponents.

This time Ye Feng finally determined that the academy had absolutely arranged it. Without exception, the thirteen big brothers in the hall were all promoted, and they didn't meet each other. This was incredible.

There is another person who is very conspicuous, Hua Xiaosi of Tianxingyuan, this person is very weird, dressed like a clown, but a very powerful ghost, every trick is very tricky, completely unreasonable to play cards, very difficult. Also promoted smoothly, and finally all 15 places were born.

They are Ye Feng, Yue Wuhen, Ding Buhui, Xu Qingfeng, Qi Ruomei, Gui Ming, Wang Anguo, Kuangdao, Leng Xue, Hua Xiaosi, Fang Hanzhuo, Jin Kui, Luo Yifeng, Ye Wuyou, and Mighty He Zijing of Tang.

Two people in Yizhongtian and Tianxingyuan were in the top fifteen respectively, and only the most powerful disciples remained in the other halls.

A strong fighting spirit radiated from the fifteen people, and the fifteen of them will fight each other. The more they win, the closer they will be to the championship.

The arena is slowly moving, the fourteen arenas have been assembled, and the distance between each arena is gradually widening, freeing up all the previous arenas.

"The final competition is about to start. I won't talk about the rules. Each of you will fight each other, so it doesn't matter who goes first. You can take a break and the game will begin!"

Hun Yuan Zhenren glanced at the fifteen people and let them take a break for the incense stick. The game continued, and it would be a cruel competition. After all, there were 14 consecutive games, and no one could predict whether the true spirit could support it to the end.

This is also fairer. Everyone has 14 games. There is no fluke. The consumption of true qi is the same. It depends on who can support it to the end.

A stick of incense time flickered, and Ye Feng didn't consume his true energy because Lan Fan took the initiative to admit defeat.

Everyone stood up together, and Ye Feng flew to the ring, waiting for his opponent.

Others followed, and for a while, the fourteen arenas lighted up at the same time, and everyone fell.

"Wow!"

A figure appeared in front of Ye Feng, standing ten steps away.

"Ye Wuyou from Wukui Academy!"

The opponent gave a punch.

"Xuan Yard Ye Feng!"

Although they both knew each other's names, they reported each other's names before the match, which was considered a courtesy before the match.

"please!"

A long sword appeared in Ye Wuyou's hand, and various patterns were carved on the scabbard. It was really beautiful. As soon as the sword edge came out, the sharp sword energy came out from the sword edge.

With the sword pulled back, the blossoming sword flowers appeared, Ye Wuyou leaned forward, the long sword turned into a straight line, and it pierced Ye Feng's heart. The sword was fast and ruthless. There was no weak person in the thirteenth brother.

Wukui Academy ranked tenth in the previous session, and the last big brother has been promoted to the core disciple. I hope that this time he can hit the top seven and rise to the next level.

"Chang!"

Facing the flying sword, Ye Feng smashed it with a punch. The sword made a clanging sound and was shaken out. Ye Feng didn't dare to be careless. The strength of Ye Wuyou was no less than Jian Chengfeng.

Ye Wuyou was shocked. The physical body of Ye Feng that he saw with his own eyes just now was comparable to a spiritual weapon. Now that he personally touched him, he was secretly surprised.

The sword's edge was raised, and the long sword adjusted its angle again, attacking Ye Feng in the upper, middle and lower directions respectively. The sword air was vertical and horizontal, and the cutting air creaked.

"Good swordsmanship!"

Ye Feng admired that Ye Wuyou's swordsmanship was not weaker than Jian Chengfeng, but there was still a certain gap between Guiming and Guijianshou.

"This is my seven styles of falling flowers, a total of seven moves, you have to be careful!"

Ye Wuyou yelled, the sword's power suddenly changed, like falling flowers and rain, layers of sword waves appeared, like tides, endlessly rushing towards Ye Feng.

"Then you **** crush!"

When it comes to the competition, Ye Feng doesn't want to consume it for a long time. He has to save his true energy, so he has to fight quickly in every game and defeat his opponent as quickly as possible.

"Torn apart!"

The fist was like a tiger, and it made a roar, forming a billowing wave of air, disintegrating all the sword energy that was blowing, and began to crush the ground with a roar.

"Crack!"

The bluestone on the ground cracked in inch by inch, his fist turned into a tiger, and he rushed towards Ye Wuyou.

Feeling the breath of a mountain, a trace of shock flashed across Ye Wuyou's face, and the long sword twisted, changing from a thorn to a split, trying to split Ye Feng's fist across the air.

"laugh!"

The sword energy cut into the fist wind and made a snoring sound. The fist strength was still in the air. Ye Wuyou's body was forced back several steps. His eyes were cold, and the long sword glowed brightly before falling again.

"Luohua intentionally!"

This is the fourth style of the seven falling flowers, the sword aura covers the sun and the moon, like an invisible sword formation falling towards Ye Feng.

Seeing that he couldn't beat his opponents torn apart, Ye Feng was not surprised, and the second move followed.

"Five horses divided!"

It was even more violent, instantly destroying the surrounding sword curtains, and being crushed mercilessly, the fierce innocence resembled a tiger and leopard, violently attacking, pushing the sword aura back inch by inch.

"It's so strong!"

Ye Wuyou was shocked, and the long sword in his hand flew again, like a goddess scattered flowers, countless sword lights appeared, and a matchless blade slashed down in the air, wanting to break the punch with a move.

"The water is ruthless!"

This is the fifth formula, I want to crack Ye Feng's fist.

Get the baptism of the inscription pattern technique, and awaken the spirit of martial arts, the Bone Breaking Fist is beyond the scope of general martial arts, every punch can affect the power of the world, it seems that the surrounding invisible laws can be drawn in, and slowly follow the boxing method mobile.

"Boom boom!"

There was a series of explosions in the air, and Fist Jin was swept away by the sword air, making a bang, still in a state of hopelessness, violently impacting and destroying everything.

"boom!"

The sword blade fell, making a terrifying roar, and the strength of his fist was broken. Ye Feng's eyes were angry, and the third punch soon appeared. This Ye Wuyou sword technique was indeed unusual, and he broke through two punches in succession.

"Strong wind and rain!"

With a burst of Ye Feng's body, he took the initiative to attack. The infuriating energy in the dantian was like a tide, pouring out like a dam that had broken the embankment, and the angry flood began to roar, condensing into a mountain and river-like momentum, enough to destroy everything in front of you. Architecture also includes swordsmanship.

A layer of dark clouds blew over, as if infected by Ye Feng’s aura and blended into the power of fist. This is the combination of heaven and earth. Ye Feng borrowed the power of heaven and earth to integrate the invisible law with the boxing technique. Spiritual wisdom can resonate with heaven and earth.

Pause!

The strong wind on the ring is like a doomsday scene. Numerous hurricanes form small tornadoes. Layers of dark clouds are absorbed by Fist Jin. The fierce qi finally erupts, like a prehistoric raptor, with ruthless force and fierceness. The impact passed.