An hour after He Huan defeated Hong Yuanguang, the third round of promotion competition was completely over.
The seven people who entered the finals are Ye Feng, He Huan, Jiang Ziwei from Yin Shang State, Lin Yunhe from Qianyu State, Chang Baichuan, Tong Fang from Linfeng State, and Wen Kerui from Pujiang State.
Excluding Ye Feng, the strength of the three others is between the sixth level and the seventh level sword king.
The four people stood on the ring, all carrying the arrogance unique to those with super strength, and their extraordinary status was also demonstrated in their every move.
Standing with Lin Yun and the four others, Ye Feng, He Huan, and Jiang Ziwei did not look dazzling. However, even if they were inferior to the other four in style, the performance of the three throughout the day still made them
The three people became the focus of all the sword cultivators watching.
"Ye Feng, the powerful Sword King!"
"He Huan is cruel in his methods. He is only as powerful as a second-level sword king, but he has the ability to challenge higher levels. He is a killing king with unlimited future."
"Jiang Ziwei is a dissolute by nature, and he is an invincible swordsman who takes shamelessness as his pride."
Just the comments made by everyone about Ye Feng and the three of them were enough to eclipse the spirit of Lin Yun and everyone else.
After playing the elimination round for a day, the spectators around me were visually tired, and the judges of the competition were also a little tired.
In order to make the competition more interesting, this time the finals abandoned the previous practice of drawing lots. Instead, three arenas were used as the venue for the competition, and the players selected their opponents for the final elimination.
After the new competition rules were promulgated, all competition judges returned to the judges' seats.
That is, when the judges were leaving, Lin Yunhe, the seventh-level sword king of Qianyu Kingdom, jumped onto the No. 1 ring and pointed his finger at Wen Kerui, the sixth-level sword king of Pujiang Kingdom.
"Wen Kerui, do you dare to fight to the death with me?" Lin Yunhe shouted.
Facing Lin Yunhe's invitation to fight, a cold light flashed in Wen Kerui's eyes.
The enmity between Wen Kerui and Lin Yunhe was forged five years ago.
In this Ten Nations Sword Cultivator Exchange Competition, the two of them had already worked hard to compete, but unexpectedly, due to bad luck, they failed to meet each other when they advanced to the finals.
Facing the domineering Lin Yunhe, Wen Kerui roared loudly and jumped onto the ring.
Needless to say, the two men drew out their swords in unison and unleashed their strongest attack on each other.
Over there, Lin Yunhe and Wen Kerui have already started fighting, but no one has stepped onto the second and third stages.
It's not that these strong men don't want to step into the ring, but there are still five people left in the arena. According to the usual practice, there will always be one person who can advance directly. No one wants to let go of this free quota.
Seeing that no one came to the ring, Jiang Ziwei, who wanted to find someone to test the chrysanthemum sword technique, couldn't help it.
He suddenly stopped with his feet, jumped onto the ring, and then turned his attention to the two people except Ye Feng and He Huan.
"Tsk, tsk, who should I ask to test my swordsmanship with?" Jiang Ziwei stood on the ring without formality, like a twisted snake, and said to himself.
Hearing his words, Ye Feng shook his head and smiled bitterly, He Huan remained expressionless, but the faces of the remaining Qianyu Nation Chang Baichuan and Linfeng Nation Tong Fang all changed colors.
With their strength and self-confidence, they would not be afraid of Jiang Ziwei. However, Chang Baichuan and Tong Fang would feel chills running down their spines when they thought of Jiang Ziwei's seemingly brilliant but actually extremely despicable swordsmanship.
In a duel with Jiang Ziwei, if they win, there is nothing to show off, but if they lose, their lifelong reputation will be ruined.
Chang Baichuan and Tong Fang felt their scalps tingle when they thought of the opponents Jiang Ziwei had injured before, all of whom had large cuts on their buttocks.
On the ring, Jiang Ziwei stretched out his hand and kept changing between Chang Baichuan and Tong Fang.
After pondering for a long time, he was unable to make a decision. Finally, unexpectedly, he closed his eyes and muttered words that no one around him could understand.
"The red-skinned monkey has red hair on its body, and the green-skinned turtle has green hair on its body. Who is the red-skinned monkey and who is the green-skinned turtle? That person is..." After thinking this, Jiang Ziwei suddenly opened his eyes.
Seeing the finger pointing at Tong Fang, he couldn't help but grinned and said, "You!"
Jiang Ziwei used a child's trick to choose his opponent, which made everyone around him experience Jiang Ziwei's nonsense again.
Thinking that Tong Fang was called a red-skinned monkey or a green-haired turtle when he wasn't in the ring. Many swordsmen around him couldn't help but cover their mouths and snicker.
After being selected by Jiang Ziwei, Tong Fang's complexion immediately turned livid.
Forced himself to restrain the urge to go berserk, he jumped onto the ring and directly drew out the high-level sword hidden in the scabbard - the Dusk Sword.
The sword light rose, and a red glow, like the glorious sword light at sunset, enveloped Jiang Ziwei's body.
Realizing that the sword light released by Tong Fang was also red, Jiang Ziwei couldn't help but grin.
"It is indeed a red-skinned monkey, and the sword light it releases is also red. I just wonder if you also have green hair on your back?" Jiang Ziwei laughed loudly, and then suddenly when the sword light was less than half a meter away from his body, he suddenly
Draw out the long sword and release layers of sword flowers, like blooming flowers.
In the void, layers of sword light stung the eyes of everyone watching.
Realizing that Jiang Ziwei's attack was more powerful than before before he created the Chrysanthemum Sword Technique, the onlookers around him couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.
The sword cultivators who are qualified to participate in the Ten Nations Sword Cultivator Exchange Competition are all talented people. But among these talented people, there are only a few who have created their own sword moves. And those who have super skills like Jiang Ziwei
There is only one person with strong understanding who can stabilize his realm through a competition.
Genius. No matter how excessive Jiang Ziwei's behavior is, it is difficult to conceal his talent in swordsmanship. At this moment, some people are even jealous of Jiang Ziwei for having such an proud talent.
Half a meter away from the ring, a silver-white chrysanthemum bloomed slowly.
As soon as this light appeared, it was on par with the twilight light that filled the sky.
Seeing that the sword intent he released could not suppress Jiang Ziwei's shameless sword intent, a trace of anger flashed in Tong Fang's eyes.
Suddenly, the long sword in his hand drew an arc. Almost at the moment the arc was formed, a crimson halo appeared in the air, emitting waves of air as hot as the setting sun.
The halo roared, rushing toward Jiang Ziwei with all the steaming heat.
Jiang Ziwei's expression became serious when he saw that the sword intention that Tong Fang cultivated was actually the rare Sun Sword Intention.
Jiang Ziwei did not come into direct contact with the rising sun, whose vitality was transformed in mid-air, but quickly circled around the ring.
His figure turned faster and faster, and finally turned into a light blue smoke.
Bursts of smoke enveloped the brilliance of the sun, and gradually blocked the dazzling light of the sun.
Just when the sun's light was largely obscured, Jiang Ziwei's figure suddenly jumped straight behind Tong Fang like an eagle.
"The chrysanthemums are broken, and the buttocks are full of wounds." Along with Jiang Ziwei's roar, layers of chrysanthemum sword lights shrouded Tong Fang's area below the buttocks.
The battle between Arena No. 1 and Arena No. 2 was in full swing, and Arena No. 3, after a short period of idleness, also welcomed its first contestant.
Chang Baichuan was the first to take the stage. Although he was unwilling to leave his qualifications for promotion without examination to others, he still took the lead to take the stage.
He knew very well that among the remaining three contestants, Ye Feng and He Huan were partners.
As long as they take the right medicine, any one of the two people will choose to challenge him after taking the stage.
Since he can't qualify for promotion without taking the test no matter what, he might as well be more generous, take the initiative to take the stage, and take the initiative in selecting his opponents.
Standing on the ring, Chang Baichuan stared at Ye Feng and He Huan with gloomy eyes.
If He Huan had not rescued Hong Yuanguang, he would have definitely chosen to challenge Ye Feng, but after seeing Ye Feng's elusive movement and powerful vitality, Chang Baichuan did not dare to make such a decision again.
After hesitating again and again, Chang Baichuan looked at He Huan and said in a deep voice: "He Huan, can you fight with me?"
Almost as soon as he finished speaking, a red light and shadow appeared on the ring. When the light and shadow stabilized, everyone saw that He Huan had already boarded the ring.
When it comes to warlikeness, He Huan dares to be called the first, and no one dares to be called the second. And for He Huan, who has experienced life and death, nothing can attract him except constant fighting.
After He Huan stood still, he did not take action or draw his sword, but stared at Chang Baichuan's hands.
Those are a pair of calloused palms from holding swords for many years.
He Huan also has such palms, but when it comes to the thickness of calluses, He Huan is probably better.
"Because we are also obsessed with kendo, I will let you make the first move." He Huan said coldly.
Hearing He Huan's arrogant words, a trace of anger rose on Chang Baichuan's face, and the sword in his hand was like a shooting star, stabbing He Huan's chest at an unparalleled speed without any fancy.
Chang Baichuan's sword intention is fast, and with his cultivation as a seventh-level sword king, he has long understood the true meaning of the word "quick" in that all methods can be broken, but speed cannot be broken.
The long sword moved forward, like a thunderbolt or lightning, rubbing against the air and making a hissing sound.
Seeing Chang Baichuan actually using a quick sword, He Huan's blood-red eyes flashed with excitement.
What He Huan needs most is a chess match with his opponent, and Chang Baichuan's quick sword is exactly what he likes.
Facing Chang Baichuan's quick sword, He Huan did not dodge, but faced him with the same quick sword.
"Puff, puff..." Two sounds of broken bones and flesh were heard from the ring almost at the same time.
After the voice fell, everyone in the audience was horrified to see that Chang Baichuan's long sword pierced He Huan's shoulder, and He Huan's long sword pierced Chang Baichuan's lower abdomen.
On the ring, He Huan and Chang Baichuan, whose bodies were also stabbed by the sword, showed no sign of fear and at the same time withdrew their swords.
The moment the sword edge was pulled out, a cloud of red blood spurted out from Chang Baichuan's lower abdomen, and He Huan's shoulders were soaked with blood.
"Come again!" He Huan roared excitedly.
Seeing He Huan's eyes flashing with enthusiasm after being struck by the sword, Chang Baichuan felt his scalp numb.
Chang Baichuan is twenty-nine years old, which can be considered an older young man. He has practiced swordsmanship for twenty years, and has been traveling and fighting with people for ten years. But even though he has seen hundreds of enemies, this is the first time
Seeing He Huan being so brave and not afraid of death, the more injured he was, the more excited the monster became.
Unknowingly, a layer of sweat oozed from Chang Baichuan's palms.
Realizing that He Huan was glaring at him like a vicious wolf, Chang Baichuan gritted his teeth and stabbed He Huan with his sword again.
This time, Chang Baichuan's sword speed was much faster than before, and even the phantom had disappeared.
Facing Chang Baichuan's increased sword power, the rich bloody aura in He Huan's bloody eyes became even heavier.
Suddenly, he roared like a wild beast and rushed forward without fear of death. At the same time, the long sword in his hand quietly tore through the void and appeared in front of Chang Baichuan.
"Puff..." Two more sounds of muscle damage were heard.
When the sound dissipated, He Huan and Chang Baichuan's figures froze on the ring at the same time.
On Chang Baichuan's chest, the bloody Qilin fang sword blade was trembling.
Looking at Qilin Ya who had half of the sword blade not yet penetrated into his chest, Chang Baichuan stood there in shock, blood spurting from his mouth and his body trembling uncontrollably.
"Impossible, impossible. How could there be a sword faster than mine in this world!" Chang Baichuan thought in horror.
Looking at He Huan, he found that He Huan was hit by a sword on his left shoulder again. Two bright golden flames suddenly rose in his strange blood-colored pupils.
Only when the sword cultivator is upgrading, will he see clouds and smoke. At this moment, Chang Baichuan suddenly understood that He Huan's ultimate goal was to use him to complete the upgrade.