After a few days of trials, the second round finally began.
On the outermost stage, two teenagers were dueling.
Wei Boyu was flying with his sword, the sword was shining like an epiphyllum in full bloom, and like a man-eating magic pistil, trying to devour people.
Cao Yuanzhong was also very skillful. He penetrated the heart of Hua with his sword and tried to capture him in one fell swoop. Wei Boyu flew back, changed his sword moves, and slashed out. Each slash hit the flying sword body, causing it to fly towards him at high speed.
The flying sword paused slightly, and the awe-inspiring evil aura disappeared.
Cao Yuanzhong withdrew his flying sword, stood up in the air, and struck Wei Boyu with the sword in both hands.
"The three qi are divided and judged, and all transformations are born."
Wei Boyu shouted softly, and his long sword immediately turned into thousands of sword lights and stabbed Cao Yuanzhong.
Cao Yuanzhong pushed forward with his left hand, and a sword shadow appeared in his palm, whirling like a needle, shattering the sword light.
Unable to succeed in one blow, Wei Boyu activated his skills.
A black hole like an eternal night appeared behind him, and surging true energy poured into his body and passed into his hands. Wei Boyu used his heart to control the sword in the air, his hands flew like butterflies, and he did not know how many seals he pinched in an instant.
Then he pointed at the long sword floating in front of him and shouted: "Tai Chi is divided into two rites, thousands of feathers are scattered, the light is sealed for thousands of miles, and the sword goes away."
The long sword soars into the sky, its light is like the sea, and it turns into flower feathers that reach the sky, falling gracefully.
"Um"
When a feather approached, Cao Yuanzhong felt a stinging sensation, and then he realized that it was not a flower feather, but sword energy.
In an instant, Hua Yu turned into a sword and stabbed down quickly. Caught off guard, Cao Yuanzhong was stabbed with bloodstains all over his body.
Looking at the boundless and endless flower feathers, Cao Yuanzhong frowned and quickly circulated his true energy. He waved his long sword and mysterious tracks appeared around his body. After a moment, he was seen holding the sword in both hands and stabbing down: "Nine
Leaving the Shrine."
Suddenly, a turbulent wave of air surged from his body to all directions.
The mysterious trajectory drawn by the long sword suddenly glowed brightly and connected together to form a vast palace to protect his body.
The flower feathers stabbed down like swords continuously, and the Jiuli Shrine swayed like water waves, seemingly unable to hold up.
Cao Yuanzhong quickly injected his true energy, and then he was able to stabilize the palace.
An elder above saw the duel below, stroking his long beard and said: "These two people are pretty good, but it's a pity that they met too early. One of them seems to come from the Lingyun Sword Sect, and I haven't seen where the other one comes from."
"It should be Dahe Mountain." An elder next to him said.
"Dahe Mountain? In recent years, there have been numerous elites coming out of Dahe Mountain!"
Some elders complained: "It's not just luck that I found the spiritual veins, dug up a large number of spiritual stones and exchanged some skills, and the result of the vigorous training of the new sect leader. If it were replaced by the previous one, it would probably still be a miserable business. How could it be like now?"
Looks like this?”
"Then there must be mining!"
"The important thing is to hold on."
"indeed."
The elders spoke a few words, but they revealed the bitterness of the practitioners and the cruel scene in the practice world.
The two young men had about the same skills, one attacking and one defending, and they were locked in a stalemate.
Wei Boyu feels that there is not much real energy in his body, and if this continues, both sides will suffer losses. He doesn't know if the law enforcement elder of Miaodao Xianzong will let the two of them advance together. If they are allowed to compete again, it will be terrible. Wei Boyu
After thinking about it, he became fierce in his heart, poured all his true energy into his hands, formed the seal again, pointed at the flying sword and shouted: "The Tianfu sword seal is broken."
The flower feathers all over the sky disappeared, and the flying sword floating in the air turned into a giant sword and stabbed towards Jiuli Shrine.
The Jiuli Shrine, which was originally swayed by the flower feathers, immediately fell apart under the attack of the giant sword.
Cao Yuanzhong could no longer hold on, and with a "uh" sound, he spat out a mouthful of his heart's blood and fell straight back.
Wei Boyu retracted his flying sword, walked to him step by step, and said calmly: "You lose."
As soon as he finished speaking, his feet gave way and he fell down. He was so desperate that he actually faced Cao Yuanzhong and kissed him on the mouth. Oh, Damn it! The people under the ring widened their eyes.
Some even screamed out in surprise. Both of them fainted, otherwise the scene would have been embarrassing.
The law enforcement disciples who were guarding the edge of the ring rushed forward to treat their injuries.
Gong Liang's eyes widened in the audience, feeling so hot-blooded and passionate.
Huan Wujing, Mo Siyin, Canfu and the three Yan sisters all turned their heads away in shame, not daring to look.
Yun Yao and the other girls watched intently, not knowing what they were looking at.
Huan Wujing and Mo Siyin followed the rules of the selection rounds. Today they all have competitions, so they can only wait slowly by the six arenas outside. Gong Liang and others went to the Champions Competition.
There is no need to work as hard as them, participating in every round of the competition. It will not be their turn until the fifth round, when the number of participants is eliminated to less than a thousand.
Although the competition has now entered the second round, the number of people in the defending arena and the heroic arena has not decreased.
Nowadays, everyone participating in the competition has gone through the first round of selection. In theory, there is no need to participate in the defense or hero competition.
But to be honest, sometimes the competition is nothing, but the waiting time for each round is very torturous, so some people want to see if they can win in the defense or elite competition arena to avoid the tedious process.
Selection competition.
However, the Shou Lei and Qunying Arenas will be canceled after this round.
After all, most of the people who are going to compete have already been there, and all twelve arenas will be open for selection, so the competition will go faster.
Two more games passed, and a familiar figure suddenly appeared on the ring. When Gong Liang took a look, he saw that it was Wu Qi, the Yushi he had seen before.
Canfu said from the side: "Gongliang, that's him. He is currently practicing in our Lingyun Sword Sect, but I don't know which senior he is under?"
"Um"
Gongliang nodded in agreement and looked at Yushi Wuqi. Just like when he first met him, he was now wearing a large robe embroidered with various patterns. However, compared with before, this robe looked more gorgeous, with embroidery on it.
The sun, moon, stars, grass, trees, flowers and rocks, birds, beasts, fish and insects. The people of the Rain Division look similar to the Confucian students of Qingyang Academy. They are all gentle and elegant, but wearing this robe gives him a mysterious aura.
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"Wu Qi, the Lingyun Sword Sect's Yushi, has met you."
"Xinyin Zong Gongming has a long life and is blessed with courtesy."
Through his name, Yushi Wuqi pulled out the Jade Bone Sword. This sword was the bone of a sea beast that entered the wilderness and wreaked havoc.
The sea beast was so huge that it was discovered after it came ashore and devoured several tribes. When the news reached the ears of the temple, nearby tribes joined forces to kill it. After the sea beast died, the most precious spirit-patterned bones were enshrined in the Rain Division, which was the most powerful.
Before the Ancestral God Case, he was later rewarded to Rain Master Wuqi by the leader of the Rain Master Tribe, and he used it to communicate with heaven and earth to pray for rain. Later, when he came to the Lingyun Sword Sect, he mixed some gold and iron to make the flying sword of his original name.
Gongming Shouguang had no weapons. He just held a string of egg-sized rosary beads in his left hand. Each bead was engraved with an innate god. The god was solemn and majestic.
But in his right hand, he held the spell, ready to activate it at any time.