Chapter 27 Swordsmanship

The strength of the disciples who can go to the third round is extremely strong, and the battle in the ring is also quite wonderful. The disciples below shouted happily. Even some disciples who are already in the middle and late stages of Jindan are quite serious about the competition in the ring, and the strength shown by the disciples in the ring is often unexpected.

With the enhancement of the strength of the disciples in the ring, the time required for the competition has also become longer. Except for Lan Xin, a demon who can win the game face to face, most of the other disciples have fought very hard. After all, most of the practitioners who have gone to the third round have strong strength. If they are lucky alone, it is really difficult to support them until now.

It was not until noon that the third round of the game was less than half, which was obviously much slower than the previous days' competition, but people were not surprised by such things. Sometimes the battle of practitioners may have ended in one face-to-face, and sometimes it is possible to have a few days of war. The disciples who have learned about the sect in advance know that in the history of Tianjianmen, there was a competition that took seven days and seven nights to win or lose.

As expected by everyone, Lan Xin, as the 23rd to play, lost the enemy in one move and easily qualified for the next round.

Duan Peng, who made his 27th appearance, also easily won the game.

"The next group, thirty-three groups!" Elder Xu's voice came from the ring.

"Finally here!" Qin Bing's body disappeared from the place in an instant. The next moment, his figure appeared on the ring, and a vague figure in front of him became clear.

"Wu Jie!" Yang Qi looked at Wu Jie on the ring, and his face couldn't help changing slightly. He was also clear about the enmity between Yang Qi and Qin Bing, but he didn't expect that the two sides would encounter each other in this comparison.

Then, Yang Qi's face became ugly. If the disciples of Bei Xuanfeng and Nan Xuanfeng encountered each other, even if there was no personal resentment, they would fight to the death. However, the two people on the field still had private resentment, and Yang Qi couldn't help worrying.

Although Qin Bing's strength is indeed stronger than Wu Jie on the surface, Qin Bing has only reached the limit of the Jindan period. Wu Jie is an old Jindan late practitioners, and the difference in strength between the two is not big.

However, what worries Yang Qi most is that Wu Jie does not have the means to use. No one has a few life-saving skills. Wu Jie can go all the way to today's position. If he doesn't have powerful means, no one will believe it at all.

"Ky, I have to say that your talent is really good, and you can reach the current level in just five years." Wu Jie looked at Qin Bing opposite and said slowly.

"What, do you want to admit defeat?" Qin Bing frowned slightly, but he was guessing what Wu Jie wanted to do.

"Conn't admitting?" Wu Jie sneered disdainly and said, "Today I will let you understand that it was your biggest mistake to occupy my cave that day."

While talking, Zhenyuan in Wu Jie's body was urged with all his strength, and a strong breath came from Wu Jie.

Feeling the breath of Wu Jie on the opposite side, Qin Bing's face couldn't help becoming solemn.

"It is worthy of being a veteran Jindan's late cultivation. Although he did not take the step of entering the Yuanying period, his strength is no worse than that of ordinary Jindan's extreme disciples." Feeling the breath of Wu Jie, Qin Bing said secretly in his heart.

"Hatch me a sword!" Wu Jie on the opposite side suddenly shouted, and his body shook, turning into a shadow.

A cyan sword pierced the air and instantly stabbed Qin Bing not far away.

"Break~" looked at the sharp sword light, Qin Bing's palm and immediately shot out two sharp finger light, facing the blue sword light and blocking the blue sword light.

"I have some skills." Watching Qin Bing easily block his blow, Wu Jie smiled and said, "It's not over yet!"

Before the words fell, the long sword in Wu Jie's hand stabbed out one after another, and the swords in the air were like waves in the sea, constantly rushing to Qin Bing, as if to devour him.

"The devil's palm, the devil is over the sky!" Looking at the sword light used for, Qin Bing's body was madly injected into his hand. At his feet, his body moved slightly, and a huge palm shadow fell from the sky and slapped on the wave of the sword light.

Suddenly, the wave composed of the sword light was like broken glass, cracking in an instant, and countless sword light disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Hmm~" Seeing that his move was also easily resolved by Qin Bing, Wu Jie's face couldn't help but look difficult.

Wu Jie's body flashed under his feet. The long sword in his hand was not stabbed out, and the swords shot at Qin Bing one by one. Obviously, Wu Jie also knew that the quick decision method was no longer feasible, but to fight to find Qin Bing's flaws.

On the ring, the cyan sword light did not shoot out, and the crisp sound of gold and iron was endless, but after a few breaths, the two sides had fought more than ten moves.

"Isn't this guy flawed?" The longer it dragged on, Wu Jie's face became more and more difficult to look, because so far, he has not seen any obvious flaws from Qin Bing.

"In this case, we can only fight!" A fierce look flashed in Wu Jie's eyes, and the next moment, his figure suddenly became more and more floating.

"What kind of body method is this!" Qin Bing, who had been spiritually targeting Wu Jie, suddenly darkened after feeling the change of Wu Jie's breath. Because even his spiritual knowledge is difficult to catch Wu Jie's breath, it is obvious that the other party has used some special means.

"This is ~" On the high platform, Qin Tian looked at the erratic Wu Jie in the ring, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, "Sword-smanship!"

"Yes, it's the swordsmanship of the Qu family." Wu Xuan rarely refuted Qin Tian.

"It seems that this disciple under your door has a good relationship. He can get such swordsmanship!" Qin Tian's face sank, and swordsmanship is an extremely strange swordsmanship. Some people say that it is the sword of assassination, and some people say that it is the sword of killing. This strange sword also has a good reputation among practitioners.

"Unfortunately, Wu Jie's boy only got the remnants, which may be useful for the practitioners of the Jindan period, but it does not have much effect on the practitioners of the Jindan period." Wu Xuan shook his head and said disappointedly. However, anyone can see the pride in his eyes.

"Although swordsmanship is only a remnant, its power is not bad. I think that boy is in trouble." Yang Yi looked at the fight in the ring and shook his head.

A cyan sword light suddenly shot from behind Qin Bing and felt the rapid sword light behind him. Qin Bing's face suddenly sank, with her feet connected, her body flashing and fingers connected. Solved the sword light. However, before he stood firm, a horrible sword light came from his side again.

"I can't keep up with his rhythm at all!" Qin Bing's body shook and disappeared from the same place in the blink of an eye, avoiding the sword.

"There is no way to go on like this!" Qin Bing's spiritual knowledge had just locked Wu Jie, but his breath disappeared in a trance. The next moment, when Qin Bing had not caught himself, the sword light had come.

"Star River Field!" As soon as the picture of Zhou Tianxing in Qin Bing's body turned, a powerful force of confinement gushed out of his body, and Wu Jie, who was ethereal in the ring, suddenly stagnated.

"This is... the field!" Feeling the power of confinement out of thin air, Wu Jie's face suddenly became ugly. Although he didn't know why Qin Bing had the magic method he had in the Yuanying period, he couldn't think too much at this moment.

"How come? How can he understand the field!" In the ring, Wu Xuan looked at Qin Bing, who suddenly exerted his strength in the field, and his face couldn't help changing.

"Qin Bing under my door also has some opportunities and understands the power of the field." Qin Tian smiled faintly and completely lost his previous worries.

"Hum~" Hearing the words, Wu Xuan couldn't help snorting coldly, "Don't think that if you have the power of the field, you will win. Wu Jie is not that simple!"

"The two brothers are calm and don't be impatient. The game is still going on, and no one can tell the result before the last minute." Lan Yu became a peacemaker and laughed, "This year's big comparison is much more wonderful than ever."

"What the senior brother said." Wu Xuan looked at Qin Tian and said lightly.

Consistent on the situation, Qin Tian just smiled bitterly and immediately continued to look at the two people fighting in the ring.

"The power of the field!" Wu Jie sneered, "Sword-sman!"

Suddenly, a cyan sword light gushed out from his body and enveloped him in an instant. The cyan sword light instantly cut the suppression of the field, and Wu Jie suddenly recovered.

What a weird swordsmanship! Unexpectedly, it can forcibly stimulate the sword spirit to form a small independent area by burning the master's Zhenyuan!" Looking at the green light around Wu Jie, Qin Bing's face also became solemn.