One-step Sword Sovereign

Chapter 177 Winning streak!

"It's up to me."

On the contestant's seat, Wang Heng shrugged his shoulders, stepped forward, and stepped up, appearing on the No. [-] challenge platform in the blink of an eye.

Wang Heng is No. 38 in the eighth group, and his opponent, No. [-], is an old inner sect disciple whose cultivation level is in the middle stage of Xuanyuan Realm. However, when he found Wang Heng and him walking towards a challenge platform, the corner of his mouth showed bitterness. .

"Senior Brother Wang, I am not your opponent, I admit defeat!"

After speaking, the disciple bowed to Wang Heng and the elders of the sect, then turned around and leaped away from the challenge platform.

"Wang Hengsheng! Next match."

As the deacon referee presiding over the platform of the eighth group, after the disciple conceded, he stood up and announced the result immediately.

After the referee's announcement, Wang Heng turned around and leapt back to the player's seat.

"It seems that Senior Brother Wang Heng is much more relaxed. He is ranked sixteenth on the black list. Under this prestige, few people dare to fight against him."

"Yeah, after all, they are all veteran inner sect disciples, and the only ones who can suppress him are probably the few in front."

On the contestants' bench, some inner disciples who paid close attention to the eighth challenge stage all sighed inexplicably. They didn't think that it would be embarrassing for the disciple to admit defeat.

If, knowing that they are invincible, but still bite the bullet, they will probably be ridiculed by them for ignorance and stupidity.

Ye Feng said to Wang Heng: "It seems that you are still quite famous."

Hearing this, Wang Hengwei said: "It took me two years of accumulation to gain some prestige in the inner sect. Compared with you group of new inner sect disciples, my strength at that time was far inferior."

At this moment, another sound came from the platform.

"The tenth group, NO.18 vs. No. 39."

Wang Heng said: "Ye Feng, No. 18 of the tenth group, it's your turn."

"kindness."

Under the eyes of several people nearby, Ye Feng responded softly, and then jumped onto the ten challenge platforms.

"Peak cultivation in the middle stage of Xuanyuan Realm, you look a bit unfamiliar, but you are not my opponent after all."

Ye Feng's opponent was a young man with squinting eyes, holding a pair of sword blades in his hands. Bright yellow air swirled on the blades, which looked extremely thick and heavy.

Ye Feng couldn't complain in his heart. The opponent was also at the peak cultivation level in the middle stage of the Xuanyuan Realm, but for some reason, he assumed that he would definitely win.

"Take my move, Mie Longbo!~"

The evil-eyed boy rushed forward on the spot, and the hard stone under his feet suddenly echoed dully.Immediately, the sword blades on both hands drew a dazzling circular arc, and flew towards Ye Feng directly.

Ye Feng shook his head helplessly, his body didn't move, he clenched his right hand and swung his fist casually, the speed of the swing was extremely fast, he easily punched the opponent's two-handed sword blades, and lost his weapon all of a sudden, making the attack slow.

call!
The two were five steps apart, and the evil-eyed boy who had no weapon in his hands suddenly changed his fists and blasted at Ye Feng.

"Pfft!"

A crisp sound suddenly sounded, and then a figure flew backwards quickly.

boom!
The evil-eyed boy's eyes were dull, his face was blank, and then he felt something under his hand, looked up, and saw a pair of sword blades lying quietly beside him.

"How is it possible, you are clearly the peak of the middle stage of Xuanyuan Realm, why can you defeat me with one move, who are you?"

After waking up, the evil-eyed boy patted the dust off his body, and looked at Ye Feng with a look of disbelief.

"Ye Feng!" Ye Feng said calmly.

"Ye Feng. The name Ye Feng is a bit familiar."

Muttering in his mouth, the evil-eyed boy slowly got up and stepped aside. As for the result, the result had already been announced when he was knocked off the challenge platform.

"I'm talking about you, even Ye Feng doesn't know. Didn't you notice the sect's notice today? Ye Feng and Murong Xin worked together to kill the fifth-level monster." Seeing the boy's puzzled appearance, he began to explain it.

After the man finished speaking, he paused for a moment, and then continued: "So, just let go, it's not surprising that Ye Feng can beat you."

"What! It turned out to be him!"

After hearing from his friend, the evil-eyed boy turned his mind a little, and he clearly remembered the rumors he often heard when he was training outside.

When everything was settled, the evil-eyed boy accepted the result.

In the following time, without any surprise, Ye Feng won a game and accumulated two points.

After the second round, the third round, and the eighth round, Ye Feng defeated his opponent with bare hands, without much effort, and the points reached [-] points.

Wang Heng also won all eight games, especially five of them conceded voluntarily, accumulating [-] points.

As for the people around him, Luo Shuiyang was in the third group, winning eight games in a row and accumulating [-] points.

Rosen is in the seventh group, winning five games in a row and losing three games.Thirteen points.

Hua Qing was in the sixth group, with four wins and four losses, accumulating twelve points.

After the eight rounds of competition, the Great Elder came to the stage and announced a two-quarter hour break, so that everyone could try to recover their profound energy and physical strength.

At the VIP table, a middle-aged man beside Ye Lingfeng said with a smile: "Patriarch Ye, your son is really impressive. In the eight games, none of the games has more than three moves, and he seems to be very capable."

"Hahaha" Ye Lingfeng was also very happy. Although he knew that the other party's words were full of sarcasm, he still smiled and said: "Old dragon head, no matter how good I am, Feng'er, I am also one. How can I compare to you, three sons , all of them are talented in martial arts, they cannot be compared."

"Hahaha!" Long Tianwei smiled instead of anger. In his heart, his three sons were the things he was most proud of in his life.

The two-quarter hour break ended in a blink of an eye, and the game continued.

Unlike the first eight rounds, there will be elite players joining in the next round. If you don't meet, even if you are lucky, if you do, you will have to bite the bullet and fight hard.

This time, the luck of the others began to turn bad. For example, Luo Sen, Lu Chenfei, Hua Qing and others began to encounter elite players one by one, and lost one after another. Thirty disciples, they still lost more than they won.

Moreover, apart from Ye Feng and Wang Heng, who still maintained a complete victory, Luo Shuiyang's winning streak was finally terminated by Zhou Bing, with his first defeat.

Rosen lost five games, and Huaqing lost seven games. Such a result basically missed the finals, and the ranking can only be determined by the level of points.

In the ninth game of the tenth round, it was Ye Feng's turn again.

"Ye Feng, you are the first person my Tiejun admires. Besides, I want to thank you for killing the evil sword ghost and avenging my parents. Although I know that you completed the mission, in my heart, you, Ye Feng, are my Tiejun Your benefactor." The one who spoke was a simple-minded young man, about seventeen or eighteen years old, who was older than many inner disciples, and his sturdy aura showed that this person was definitely not weak.

(End of this chapter)