Wang Chen made an attack stance but changed the direction of his attack a moment later. Xiao Xue found it strange that this man's cultivation was at the peak of Dou Huang and he shouldn't give up so easily.
When Xiao Xue rescued Lin Yan, the sound of fighting on the competition stage became increasingly sparse.
The rest of the people retreated in one direction. Feng Qing'er stepped lightly on the pillar with her toes. Even though she was wearing a short skirt, she was not afraid of being exposed.
However, this gesture was a declaration of her ability to the other people on the stage.
Xiao Xue felt that everyone on the stage was looking at her, just when Xiao Xue felt strange.
Xiao Xue suddenly realized that there were nine people on stage plus herself, so one person still needed to be eliminated.
These people's eyes were not actually directed at Xiao Xue. Although Xiao Xue didn't take many shots, judging from the current situation, she didn't have any injuries on her body. Compared with Lin Yan next to her, it was much easier to deal with.
Lin Yan shook his head slightly and walked off the stage. The eight people who advanced in this way were born.
It's also very strange that there are two people in each pavilion, as if it was arranged.
The next day, the top eight will compete again today, which is of even greater significance to the Four Pavilions.
"Okay, the drawing begins."
Before Xiao Xue could get up, she saw a person walking across the street with a sword, hovering in mid-air. She didn't expect that the person she was facing was someone from Wanjiange Pavilion.
"Next, No. 1 and No. 8 will march out. The rest will temporarily retreat to the competition stage to rest."
The Wanjiange disciples turned their fingers, and the flying swords changed their trajectory again. This time, twelve flying swords pierced the air, enveloping stronger fighting energy and coming from different directions.
Xiao Xue raised the Frost Sword in her hand high, and the giant ice sword moved in the direction guided by the Frost Sword.
Su Yu has been waiting for a long time, and he also saw Wang Chen's actions just now.
In fact, the eight people who remained were all at a similar level, and no one could be absolutely sure of beating the other. Of course, except for one person, after all, she was not the kind of person who used conventions to measure strength.
That night, Venerable Lei also used the occasion of delivering medicine to speak some great truths, which could be regarded as words of encouragement.
While Xiao Xue was talking to Su Yu, the competition on the stage had already begun. Feng Qing'er's opponent was someone from Huangquan Pavilion.
Venerable Jian waved his hands repeatedly: "No way, Venerable Huang Quan has given me the award."
Xiao Xue's pair of fair-skinned wings spread out behind her, driving her body to fly to the competition stage.
"Scene Three."
Seeing this, the disciples of Wanjiang Pavilion hurriedly took back the twelve flying swords, but the trajectory of the flying swords came from behind Xiao Xue.
Before the twelve flying swords of Wanjiang Pavilion disciples touched ten meters in front of Xiao Xue, the ice sword flying out from the sword array knocked the twelve flying swords away.
In fact, I have dreamed of wielding a sword since I was a child, especially the TV series I watched back then, which was really cool.
Next, Wang Chen faced off against the disciples of Xingyun Pavilion. I don’t know whether Xingyun Pavilion did it deliberately or for some reason, but this promoted disciple only had the strength of the Seven-Star Dou Huang.
The eight people didn't have any objections and responded in unison.
Everyone stepped forward and took out the token from the wooden box in turn. The moment Wang Chen took out the token, his eyes couldn't help but look at Xiao Xue.
"Everyone has received the number plate in their hand. Remember that it cannot be exchanged. Violators will be deemed to have given up."
"The Tianshu ice is broken!"
"Next, No. 3 will face No. 6."
While the ice sword was fighting against the flying sword, a giant ice sword filled with ice and snow and filled with cold air slowly came out from the sword formation.
Faced with the treacherous Wang Chen's defeat, Xiao Xue found that Feng Xian seemed to be fine.
Twelve flying swords instantly lined up in a row and attacked Xiao Xue under the urging of the Wanjiange disciples' handprints.
"Sword Swinging Reincarnation!"
Xiao Xue did not choose to walk down this time, but flew from the competition stage to the rest area with a light body.
Eight people stood neatly on the competition stage. Wang Chen's eyes never moved away from the moment Xiao Xue appeared. This actually made Xiao Xue feel uncomfortable.
"Xiaoxue, how are you? Which game is it?"
Lord Lei was overjoyed. After all, Fenglei Pavilion won the first game and already had a spot in the top four.
Xiao Xue glanced behind her. The ice sword seemed to be chasing the flying sword with eyes. At the same time, the self-protection generated by the sword formation blocked all the flying swords that came from behind. It could not be broken at all. It seemed as thin as a cicada's wing.
protection.
It seemed that he felt that the number Xiao Xue drew must match him. This way he could avenge yesterday.
Xiao Xue was the last one to take out the token from the wooden box. The number on it was quite auspicious. It was six, six or six, which meant good luck.
"Congratulations to all of you for advancing. Today's competition is drawn by lots to determine the opponent. There are eight tokens in the wooden box. Numbers 1 to 8 are engraved on the tokens. The opponent of number 1 is number 8, the opponent of number 2 is against number 7, and so on.
, can you hear me clearly?”
The two complimented each other without any intention of involving Venerable Lei.
Venerable Lei felt unhappy when he saw Wang Chen's strange behavior, but he did not get angry. He liked Xiao Xue's stability and composure very much.
Both sides bowed. The people from Wanjiange were indeed masters of swordsmanship. Before they made a move, they didn't know whether it was a physical sword or a sword formed by Dou Qi hanging around.
It was a lively fight between the two sides, and in the end Feng Qing'er sold a flaw and won the contest.
Taking advantage of a small flaw really made Venerable Huang Quan feel very unhappy.
This made Venerable Huang Quan's face instantly look ugly. After all, he was an Eight-Star Fighting Emperor, so why was he defeated before Feng Qing'er even used her full strength?
Unexpectedly, Feng Qing'er was the first to fight. Everyone in Fenglei Pavilion was cheering for Feng Qing'er.
"Master Sword, this disciple of yours is really talented. He can actually control twelve flying swords. It seems that he has a good chance of winning this game."
However, Venerable Huang Quan looked like a villain and praised Feng Qing'er and Venerable Lei for their good teachings.
Just watching Xiao Xue take out the Frost Sword slowly, the sword formation behind her was quickly forming.
These people are really good at thinking, and they actually came up with the idea of walking with a sword, which saves a lot of fighting spirit. But there is also a weakness. They specialize in flying, but they ignore the battle itself.
Venerable Huangquan didn't know whether he was complimenting Venerable Jian or disgusting Venerable Lei. Anyway, as he spoke, he did not forget to glance at Venerable Lei from the corner of his eye.
In order to end the battle as soon as possible, it also gave Feng Qing'er a shock. After all, Feng Qing'er's proud look after winning the game just now made Xiao Xue very uncomfortable.
The disciples of Wanjiang Pavilion saw the giant ice sword above Xiao Xue's head slashing towards them. They quickly withdrew the twelve flying swords before they could continue to attack Xiao Xue.
He didn't know what he was muttering in his mouth, but the tips of the twelve flying swords came together to form a disk. As the fighting spirit continued to be injected, the disk became larger and larger.
In the end, the disc completely covered the disciples of Wanjiange Pavilion. The moment the ice sword touched the disc, the impact was astonishing to everyone watching the battle.
There was a loud "clang" sound, and the ice sword struck the disc at this moment. The Wanjiange disciples couldn't help but bent their bodies downwards, resisting the pressure brought by the ice sword with both hands.