Martial Arts Overlord

"It's finally me again."

Others have now fought at least one game, and some have even fought four games. So far, Luo Feng has not been on the ring platform. Hearing Elder Tian Guang called his ranking again, took a deep breath and stood. stand up.

at the same time.

A handsome young swordsman not far from Luo Feng stood up.

Qingxiu swordsman is Yan Jianhui, a disciple of Qingyunmen, Xiuwei is the same as Luo Feng's first opponent, but also the strongest in the early stage of Divine Realm!

Looking at Luo Feng, Yan Jianhui looked at Yuan Qingzhu aside, and suddenly said:

"I surrender."

After speaking, he sat down directly.

Yuan Qingzhu has the same strength as him, and the other side has conceded. He doesn't have to do this early bird.

"Concede again ..."

Luo Feng was a little speechless, others were passionate, and he was actually eager to try.

In the first round of the group stage, I am afraid he is the only one and has not played against anyone yet ...

"Give up again!"

"Yan Jianhui is also a little genius at Qingyunmen. It was so easy to give up!"

"It should be influenced by Yuan Qingzhu in the front. Also, Luo Feng's fame is too great now."

"Damn, is it so difficult to see Luo Feng in the first battle!"

Luo Feng was disappointed. In the audience, those masters who followed him were even more disappointed. Some even complained.

They want to see for themselves how Luo Feng's true combat power is, but it is impossible for everyone!

Other battles continued. Yuehua appeared on the stage two more times, both defeating the opponent with an absolutely crushing attitude. When called for the fourth time, the opponent directly conceded and easily won four consecutive victories.

Lin Hao also currently has four straight wins.

"Luo Feng, Lin Yuyan!"

Elder Tian Guang draws Luo Feng for the third time.

"I confess to losing!" The tall woman sitting in the third row behind Luo Feng, very simply confessed to lose, she just divided into the sixth stage of Shenjing, and took it for granted.

In this way, Luo Feng did not make a move and successfully won three consecutive victories.

Not long after.

"Luo Feng is facing Han Shenshan."

"I surrender!"

Luo Feng was drawn for the fourth time. He was a sevenfold peak strongman in the Divine Realm. The other party did not make nonsense and directly conceded.

Luo Feng won four in a row and accumulated eight points.

"Grass, give up again!"

"Is he going to win ten straight games like this!"

"Is there any one who can fight!"

Seeing that it was confessing again, everyone in the auditorium could not sit still, and the tumult came and went. If it weren't for the place of the nine sacred sites, I'm afraid it would have been called out.

In front of the auditorium, Lord Blue Mountain shook his head with a bitter smile, "It seems that only by drawing Lin Hao can Luo Feng have the possibility of coming on stage."

Ghost Spirit Knife embraced his hands: "A group of daring guys!"

Next to Luo Feng, an apprentice of Xiaoyao Zong who was in the middle of the seventh stage of Divine Realm was full of envy:

"I really envy you, and easily won four consecutive victories. If you win two or three games, you can basically advance."

He has now fought four games, two wins and two defeats. If he loses again, there is no hope of promotion, and envy of Luo Feng in his heart can be imagined.

"lucky."

Luo Feng smiled.

In this regard, he was very helpless, and could not go and pull the opponent and said: Come, let's play a match, rest assured, I will pay attention to the proportions ...

At a glance, Luo Feng was attracted by the No. 5 ring platform.

On the ring, the charming and charming woman on the left is not someone else, but it is Xiao Murong; her opponent is very strong. She is a swordsman named Wei Jie. She is divided into the eighth stage of the Divine Realm. Little Murong at the pinnacle.

Xiao Murong's weapon was a two-handed willow leaf scimitar, which practiced a fast knife; Coincidentally, Wei Jie also practiced a fast sword.

The two fought fiercely on the ring. For a time, the swords and swords on the stage were vertical and horizontal, the figures were psychedelic, and there was a fierce confrontation. There was almost no pause.

For this battle, most of the people who watched the game thought that Wei Jie would win. After all, the two men have shown similar combat power and speed at the same time. If they are higher, Wei Jie will naturally win more. Big.

Luo Feng is also more optimistic about Wei Jie, but not as sure as others.

The swordsman paid more attention to the attack power. The two fought against each other for twenty or thirty moves. Wei Jie did not have a clear advantage, and Xiao Murong seemed to be at ease.

In this way, it is not easy for Wei Jie to win within 100 strokes, unless the opponent has other more powerful means.

"Very good! It is indeed from Murong's family. In a year or two, I may not be able to beat you. But now you are not my opponent."

Wei Jie and Xiao Murong once again confronted him. The shadow figure then retreated, holding the sword in both hands, and the sharpness in his eyes grew stronger in vain.

"Take me a trick, Lingfeng falls cold!"

The strong sword exploded, and the sword in Wei Jie's hands suddenly disappeared into the void. Suddenly, the sword light on the stage raged like a snowstorm, and the air was shattered and shattered.

"Giggle, my goal is to be in the top 30 of the congress. Light leaves sky!"

Xiao Murong laughed softly, and the light and delicate body danced on the stage. The lancet in his hands seemed to sweep the fallen leaves in the autumn wind.

Uh ...

The sword and sword gas continued to collide on the stage, and a burst of Mars broke out.

For a few breaths, the two have fought a hundred moves.

Wei Jie's figure landed on the stage, he glanced down, and the clothes at the waist were split.

Opposite, Xiao Murong was unharmed.

"I lost!" Wei Jie took the sword into his sheath, hugged Xiao Murong, and swept down the ring.

"Unexpectedly, it turned out that Xiao Murong was even better."

"Both walked fast. All I can say is that Xiao Murong's knife is faster."

Those who are following this battle, talking about it, are quite surprised by Xiao Murong's victory.

"The two knives ..."

Luo Feng's gaze fell on Xiao Murong's hand, and the willow leaf machete inlaid with various auras of gems flashed.

When Xiao Murong and Wei Jie fought, at the beginning, the speed was comparable, but at the last moment, the machete in Xiao Murong's hands burst into a wave of vitality and speed accelerated, which broke Wei Jie's defense.

Not surprisingly, Xiao Murong's victory must have something to do with those two scimitars.

Not only a machete, but under the influence of Luo Feng's soul, there are hundreds of vitality fluctuations in Xiao Murong's body. Even if a ribbon of clothes is not ordinary, it can be said that the whole body is a treasure.

"This ... how many treasures are on your body!"

Luo Feng secretly pursed his tongue, and he could not help raising a sense of desolation, and immediately regained his gaze.

At this time, another duel ended on the third platform.

Elder Tian Guang pulled out two jade cards again, and looked at Luo Feng with a pair of small eyes, saying:

"Luo Feng vs. Zhen Fengyun!"

"It's Luo Feng again."

"Zhen Fengyun ... is the second son of Zhenjia, the largest family in southern Xinjiang!"

"Zhenfeng Yun is only divided into the Seven Realms of Divine Realm, I'm afraid I will give up."

Everyone has become accustomed to Luo Feng's opponents conceding defeat. At this moment, he heard Luo Feng's name again, and everyone's reaction was much flatter.

Luo Feng didn't move when he was seated. He didn't want to stand up and sit down again.

At this time.

Huh!

The sound of a breaking wind sounded, and a noble son with a long figure and a glorious star flew to the competition platform.