Blade and Sword God Sovereign

At the same time.

Yin Yifei and other three generations of core true pass masters also returned to the high court on the side of the performance martial arts.

Three people and twenty or thirty asked the external gate of Jianzong, the elders of the inner door, the other three generations of masters, and the old folks from the swords and sects of the swordsmen to greet each other, and then sat on the high platform, waiting for the start of the game.

After the semi-column time, it was another melodious bell, which sounded in the martial arts field.

The exciting five-yard ratio has finally officially begun.

Soon, on the top of the announcement stone in the center of the military field, the first round of the form of the map was posted. The 50 seed players from the five institutes will be divided into twenty-five pairs. The race of the round.

Li Lan, the strongest person in the Tsing Yi Eastern Hospital, was a disciple from the North Shirt of the Yellow Shirt.

Li Lan’s right arm Ge Yin and Zhang Tianlun were respectively confronted with disciples of the Purple Shirt South and the White Shirt Intermediate Court.

The other disciples of the Tsing Yi Eastern Court also got their own opponents.

Ding Hao also announced his first opponent on the stone monument.

Qing Shi vs. Red Six!

Ding Hao’s opponent is a sixth disciple from the Red Shirt West.

At this time, the disciples of the Fifth Academy do not have to continue to wait in line. They have the right to free activities, and they are free to choose the games to support their favorite seed players.

......

No. 36 collapsed.

Ding Hao followed the ladder of the downfall, step by step, the opponent has been impatiently waiting in the center of Fujian.

"Hahaha, I was lucky. I even met the opponent from the weakest Tsing Yi Eastern Hospital in the Fifth Academy, or the tenth waste. Haha!" The Western Academy disciple wearing a red shirt saw Ding Hao, laughing. Get up, impatiently shouted: "Hurry up, don't sharpen your time, beat you, I have to prepare for the second round!"

This young man is like a bamboo raft, thin and tall, with a pimple on his face and a higher eye than the top. He does not put Ding Hao in his eyes.

Ding Hao did not change his face and came to the middle of the ring.

There were internal disciples who were responsible for monitoring the game. They carefully checked the equipment of the two men. After not discovering all kinds of sinister weapons and other evil weapons, they also explained some things that need attention, nodding their heads to indicate the beginning of the game.

"Hey, kid, meet me, it's you bad luck." Bamboo sneer sneered, step by step approaching.

Ding Hao tied the rust sword to his waist, and he was indifferent and calm.

At this moment, under the ring, suddenly there was a wave of gas and cheers that was higher than Ichiro. The voice was loud and deafening.

"Ding brothers come on!"

"Ding brother, a sword shakes him!"

"Spike this arrogant red bamboo 竿!"

"Ding brothers, we all come to support you, come on!"

"Ding brother will win! Win!!"

The sound of refueling was higher than the waves, the voices were soaring, and the battle was extremely alarming, which caused the attention of many people around. Even many people in the distant high courts found this scene and looked at it from afar.

"I don't think your kid's popularity is quite high, but unfortunately it's useless. The competition is not more popular. The winners and losers have to rely on strength to say the finale!"

The red shirt and thin bamboo poles were also stunned by the enthusiasm of a large number of Tsing Yi’s disciples gathered around the ring. The heart could not help but raise a trace of jealousy and sneer.

"If your nonsense is finished, then start the competition." Ding Haodao.

"You... stinky boy, so anxious, then let Laozi roll down." Red shirt, tall and thin, screaming, holding the scabbard in his right hand, a thumb, a slamming sound, a long sword turned into a silver streamer The package is shot.

At the same time, he smashed his feet with a terrible temper. The whole person smashed out like a leopard, his right hand flashed, caught in the air, and immediately seized the hilt, and the man became a power man.

Terrible swordsmanship!

Still on the icy teenager Fang Tianyi.

The seed players from each hospital are really not easy.

Sword gas came on the scene, Ding Hao black long hair frantically danced.

However, Ding Hao's face is extremely calm.

He did not move into the mountains, until the tip of the sword was about to stab himself, this is slightly sideways between the electric light stone fire, let the sword body, the finger is like a sword, the basic sword method [撩云] shot.

A touch of pale silver frost, spread in Ding Hao's palm.

In an instant, on the top of the ring, a compelling chill.

The red shirt and thin high bamboo squat only felt that the finger spurs were in the direction, and the ribs of the frogs actually gave birth to the induction, which was faint and painful, and could not help but change their face.

He never imagined that a guy who was ranked tenth in the Tsing Yi East Hospital could easily escape the killing trick of his own shot.

To know this trick, from the sword to the sword, as fast as a moment, is a very powerful killing trick in the whole set of swordsmanship, but do not want the opponent not only to avoid, but also to counterattack with the basic swordsmanship!

Ding Hao's black hair is like a waterfall, and the sword is covered with a different color frost, just like an ice sword.

Red shirt thin high bamboo heart in the heart of a stunned, knowing that met a master!

Hey! !

The long sword changed his moves in his hands, and a set of [chasing the sword in the middle of the power] was made incessantly.

The sword is rolling, dazzling, and glaring. In the eyes of others, only the continuous silver light is coming. The terrible Jianguang completely shrouded Ding Hao in this terrible sword, drowning his figure. .

Under the stage, this scene made many of the disciples of the Tsing Yi East Hospital nervously shut their mouths.

Ding Hao still has no sword.

He is not in a hurry, his palms are covered with silver ice, and he continually taps on his opponent's blade, bright and bright, constantly observing and trying to figure out his opponent's swordsmanship.

The stage was filled with the sound of crispy sounds when the swords crossed.

The swords of the tall and thin bamboo poles are getting faster and faster, and they are fully exerted.

He only feels that he has never used this set of [chasing the sword in the power of the power] to such a hearty state. The whole person has completely sunk into the sword, and one stroke and one style is almost as fast as he wants. When practicing the sword, there was no such state.

Gradually, the high-skinned bamboo scorpion Song Feixiong was surprised to find that when he used to practice the sword, some of the stagnation and flaws encountered in this set of swords gradually disappeared, and the connection of the sword-style moves almost reached the perfect state.

And everyone in the audience is also dazzled.

"Ha ha, Song Fei Xiong's brother is really powerful, a set of middle-level [chasing the middle of the palace sword] fires pure, the disciple of the Tsing Yi East Hospital, can't support it!"

The onlookers of the Red Shirt West Court were proud of themselves.

"Nonsense, our brother Ding is only deliberately letting this bamboo raft, until now, Ding brothers have not pulled the sword!" As Ding Hao's number one fan, the hunter boy Zhang Fan immediately retorted.

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