Chapter 34 Xuanjie Sword Skills - Blazing Storm Chopping

After a scuffle, there were only 21 left for 87 disciples. The sixty-six disciples who were eliminated had different faces, and most of them could still remain calm. Although they were defeated, they were expected.

The most lost and regretful are the two high-level disciples of [forging bone realm]. They were very likely to win the top 12, but they were eliminated in the first level. Especially Duan Changhai, his strength is also high among the high-level disciples. This time, the top twelve are ten and nine, but he attacked Ding Yang. Now Duan Changhai is even regretful.

Huang Mulan asked Ruan Wuya slightly puzzledly, "Dare to ask the head of the courtyard!" Is this kind of melee elimination method inappropriate? Some highly powerful disciples may be eliminated because of a small accident, which does not seem to reflect the real level?

Wang Yifan also had some doubts in his eyes. He didn't understand why Ruan Wuya arranged the first melee like this.

"Hmm - superficial opinion! Martial arts practice is not completely determined by the realm. If that's the case, just sort it directly according to the level of cultivation. What else should we use? Ruan Wuya snorted in his nose and said disdainfully.

"The strength of a martial artist, in addition to his own true realm of qi, different martial arts skills, light martial arts and physical skills, mental quality, and response to the enemy are all factors that measure the comprehensive strength of a martial artist. As for the two high-level disciples you mentioned, they were eliminated because of bad luck, which was even more absurd. You should know that in martial arts practice, luck is also a great decisive factor.

"Low-level martial arts such as [the skin practice] and [bone practice] can be achieved as long as you can study hard. However, there is no one who can achieve the above realm of [Yijinjing], and those who do not have atmospheric transportation cannot reach it. The two of you have reached the high level of [Yijinjing]. If you are still persistent with this, you will not be bound to [washing the marrow] for the rest of your life.

Huang Muran and Wang Yifan were shocked and sweating. They couldn't help nodding and saying yes, but there was a faint trace of understanding in their hearts. In the future, both of them really succeeded in washing their marrow. Today, Ruan Wuya's teaching was indispensable.

At this time, 21 disciples who passed the first level stood in front of him. Huang Woodran and Wang Yifan stabilized their spirits. Huang Woodan said loudly, "You are happy to pass the first level, but there are only twelve qualifications, and there must be nine disciples among you to be eliminated."

"When I watched the melee just now, none of the seven people, including Shang Tianqi and Gui Wuji, dared to attack. Presumably, you all admit their strength. In this case, in order to save time, Shang Tianqi, Gui Wuji, Ma Tiandu, Liu Jiangyue, Jiang Zhaoyan, Qu Jiufeng and Zhang Tianyi directly obtained the qualification and no longer participated in the second round of comparison. Fight. Do you have any disagreements?"

Except for seven people, everyone nodded one after another. The strength of these seven people is unparalleled, and the seven places are determined. Instead of competing with them in the fight, it's better to compete for the remaining five places.

Naturally, Gui Wuji and other seven people would not object, but Shang Tianqi was slightly disappointed. He also wanted to find an opportunity to teach Ding Yang a lesson in the second level, but there was no chance this time.

"Since you all recognize it, the seven of you will stand aside, and the remaining 14 people will come here to draw lots. The two who draw the same number are the opponents. In the first seven groups, the winner will stay and the loser will be eliminated."

Huang Muran took a closed wooden box and greeted the remaining 14 disciples to draw lots. The disciples walked to the wooden box in turn, put their hands into the hole in the wooden box, and each took a folded paper ball.

Ding Yang unfolded his paper ball and saw a three-character written on it. He looked up to see who else had got the three-character, but he saw that the rest of the disciples also looked around and didn't know who his opponent was.

"Okay! Have you got your own number? Now let's start the test. One-on-one, and the first pair of disciples will enter.

With Huang Muran's words, two disciples with No. 1 paper ball walked to the scene. Everyone looked at it and sighed one after another. One of them is a high-level [forging bone realm], named Huang Baiming, but his opponent is a middle-level disciple of [forging bone realm] named Liu Jialiang.

Liu Jialiang has a short figure, holding a blue steel pine sword. As soon as he saw that the opponent he drew was Huang Baiming, his face turned a little pale. Huang Baiming was also a high-level disciple of the old [forging bone realm]. His strength was very strong, and he had little chance of winning against him.

When Huang Baiming saw that his opponent was Liu Jialiang, he was immediately relieved and said with a smile, "Brother Liu, why do you still want to fight with me?"

Liu Jialiang gritted his teeth and said, "Brother Huang, since I'm here, I'll teach you a few tricks."

With that, Zhenqi poured the long sword in his hand, and a bright sword flower burst out from the sword body. The sword light was dotted, like a bright starlight covering Huang Baiming.

Streamer Broken Star Sword! Good luck! When Huang Baiming saw that Liu Jialiang's action was Huangjie sword skill [streamlight broken star sword], he shouted well, and the long sword in his hand turned into a white rainbow, which was greeted like a long rainbow through the sun.

Golden Rainbow Sword of the Sun! It is also a yellow-level sword skill, which is also a yellow-level sword skill. It is used by Huang Baiming, a high-level martial artist, who is slightly better than Liu Jialiang's.

Two long swords collided fiercely in space. Huang Baiming's strength won a little, and dozens of long rainbows appeared in his hand, like steel chains falling from the sky on Liu Jialiang's head. Liu Jialiang was forced to go backwards, and the stars of the streamer broken star sword also became sparse. The sword spirit was gradually cut thinner and thinner by Huang Baiming. Finally, it turned into a full of empty light and dust and dissipated without a trace.

Ah-

Liu Jialiang's streamer broken star sword was broken, and his body trembled. Suddenly, he shouted loudly. His face became red as blood, and he stepped quickly under his feet, as if following some mysterious trajectory. Boom - An invisible flame rose from the sword of the three-foot sword, and a scorching breath broke out of the air and rustled in the air.

Huang Baiming broke Liu Jialiang's streamer broken star sword with one sword, and swept forward fiercely. He was about to take advantage of the situation to pursue and win the final victory. Suddenly, a sudden heat and high temperature came to his face, and his body involuntarily retreated out, and a solemn color appeared on Huang Baiming's face.

- Blazing Storm Cut!

Liu Jialiang shouted word by word, and his face turned red. The scorching heat made him unable to bear it himself, and his eyebrows and hair were curled up anxiously. At the end of the last "cut" word, the sword also reached its peak. He shouted, and a fiery red sword with the smell of burning, destruction and death roared.

"Mysterious Swordsmanship! It's a mysterious sword skill - blazing storm!"

"It's really a mysterious sword skill! This Liu Jialiang is just a middle-level disciple of [forging bone realm]. How can he use Xuanjie sword skills?

"It must be forced. Didn't you see that his hair was going to burn? He is not strong enough. If he exerts it forcibly, he will definitely hurt his vitality later. Even if he wins, he will have no strength to fight again.

"Huang Baiming can't stand it this time. The Xuanjie sword skill is not so easy to deal with." All the onlookers' disciples who knew the goods were talking about it.

Liu Jialiang's beard was scorched, his eyes were burning fire, his mouth was on fire, his body was on fire, and his sword body was on fire, like a huge flame burning towards Huang Baiming, quickly and fiercely.

Roar - Huang Baiming suddenly let out a lion-like roar in his mouth, and his body turned into a tiger and leopard, and his limbs rushed to the flat ground. He ran alternately on the ground with his hands and feet, and his speed was as fast as a horse. The flying flames couldn't catch up with him for a moment.

"What is this? Why is there still this kind of kung fu?"

"I don't know. Why does it look like a beast? He can't avoid standing and running on his stomach. He's stupid!"

"It's over! Huang Baiming fell into the hands of Liu Jialiang.

Ding Yang looked at Huang Baiming's running pace on all fours, and he also followed some strange trajectory. Between the transfer, the magic is abnormal. Often at the critical moment, the body changes its direction incredibly and avoids seemingly unavoidable attacks again and again.

Ding Yang's heart moved, and suddenly remembered his long-time useless [Dragon Eight Steps]. He faintly felt that Huang Baiming's physical step was inexplicably related to the set of [Dragon Eight Steps]. After the test, you must ask Huang Baiming about the source of this suit.

Just between Ding Yang's meditation, the field has changed. After all, Liu Jialiang forcibly urged the blazing storm to cut. At first, he was domineering, but he couldn't catch up with it for a long time. The true qi in his body was extremely depleted, and the heat on the sword gradually decreased. Huang Baiming felt this scene and laughed loudly. His limbs bounced fiercely on the ground, like a fierce and brutal beast in mid-air, roaring in his mouth, bending his right hand like a tiger's paw, and leaning into the weakened flame like lightning.

Ah - With a scream, the flames went out without a trace. Liu Jialiang fell to the ground, and wisps of fireworks appeared on his clothes. Although he forcibly used his Xuanjie sword skills, he still failed to get rid of the fate of failure.

Huang Baiming's right sleeve was also roasted black at high temperature. Fortunately, the palm of his hand was protected by true air and did not receive any damage. Huang Baiming's face was gray and displeaous. He didn't expect that Liu Jialiang, a middle-level disciple of [forging bone], forced him to use a secret weapon. This victory exposes the strength, which is indeed a little outweigh the gains.

All the onlookers were in high spirits and talked about the comparison between the two, especially the special attention to Huang Baiming's beast body. I didn't expect that the first game was so spectacular and tragic, which made these ordinary disciples excited and full of expectations for the next game.

"The first game! Huang Baiming wins! Liu Jialiang was eliminated!" Wang Yifan's expressionless announcement:

"The second game! Han Tiande vs. Yang Guangli!"

Han Tiande and Yang Guangli, who caught the No. 2 paper ball, walked into the field one after another, and both of them looked relaxed. Han Tiande and Yang Guangli are both middle-level disciples of [Forging Bone Realm], and it is the luckiest thing for them to meet a disciple of the same level. Otherwise, there is basically no hope of meeting any high-level disciple.

Yang Guangli is thin and tall, and his eyebrows are handsome. Hundreds of years ago, there was an old man in the Yang family. Seventy-two roads, eight wilderness and six guns shocked the world. To his generation, the essence of shooting has been lost. Yang Guangli entered [Iron Sword Gate], specializing in shooting, and wanted to re-establish Yang's shooting skills.

Yang Guangli waved the rotten silver plate dragon gun in his hand and put on the posture of a green dragon going to sea. Just as he was about to circle a few words with Han Tiande, Han Tiande's sword was like a dragon, and the light was shining in front of Yang Guangli.