Chapter 46

The following battles were all remarkable. Sometimes it was hard to tell who had the upper hand and all kinds of tricks were used.

All the disciples in the audience, including Chen Yu and the others, shuddered.

This time, it was still a frontal attack.

In the corner of the stage, Nangong Li held a folding fan and glanced at Chen Yu and Yuefeng with interest.

"There's only a fine line between swordsmen. What's more, Yuefeng's movement technique is slightly better and he has a broken sword in his hand. "

The three dark horses had also won eight matches in a row.

After a short probing.

At the same moment.

"Senior Brother Cheng has improved a lot. How could he lose so quickly?"

There were only thirty to forty names still lit up on the formation board.

There was a discussion among the audience.

He cultivated the 《Beheading Wind Sword》, which was a very famous sword technique in the outer sect.

"Huang Yuan!"

"Brother Cheng, let's start."

Chen Yu had made quite a name for himself during the competition. If he didn't want to be kicked off the stage, it was best to admit defeat.

At this moment.

Up until now.

Puchi!

Now.

For the sake of Primordial Stones and beauties, Hu Yiba, Cheng Yun and Huang Yuan, who were ranked fourth, were willing to stand up for her.

…

Chen Yu was very interested.

Yuan Beitong was ranked fifth in the last competition. His biggest advantage was his innate strength.

Cheng Yun was shocked and there was a trace of blood on her cheek.

Yang Fan held a silver spear in his hand and his clothes were torn. He walked off the stage unwillingly.

It could be said that this was an accident.

The eighth round of the knockout competition was coming!

But he never expected.

"Ah!"

In addition to the Twin Dragons and the three dark horses, there was also Hu Yiba, who was ranked fourth, Yuan Beitong, Cheng Yun and Huang Yuan.

Swish!

Facing opponents of this level, Yuefeng couldn't suppress them with his movement technique alone.

Hu Yiba said matter-of-factly.

The audience held their breath. It was difficult to see the details of the confrontation with the naked eye. They could only see a blurry sword shadow and sword light.

Three dark horses had appeared in this year's Outer Court Competition, and they were Tong Yuling, Chen Yu, and Cao Lei.

Huang Yuan looked confident in front of the beauty.

Of course.

Yuan Beitong let out a low roar. His vigorous inner breath vibrated with a low hum. He punched out with both fists, like millstones cutting through the air. Any one of his punches could crush a bull tiger to death.

Tong Yuling used her profound inner breath and nimble sword technique to easily defeat an opponent ranked in the top twelve.

In the ninth round, the chances of strong opponents meeting each other had greatly increased.

After he woke up, he loudly shouted: "What kind of sorcery is that, how could I lose — —"

Cheng Yun also took out an exquisitely crafted sword from the mortal world.

Whoosh ~

On the third day, the ninth elimination round began.

The one with the most complicated feelings about Chen Yu's victory was Yuefeng!

Duan Xiaolong's expression froze, and his body trembled slightly. Nangong Li's face, on the other hand, revealed a strange expression.

"So it's a mental secret technique."

Bang!

The three dark horses continued their winning streak.

Their gazes met in the void.

Below the stage, the disciples looked at each other with deep respect as they looked at Nangong Li.

"Nangong Li versus Yuan Beitong!"

"Brother Le, aren't you going to use your sword? Do you think you can win with just your movement technique? "

No one knew what kind of sparks would be created in the final clash between the two dragons and the three dark horses.

His gaze swept across Yuefeng. This was an opponent that could not be ignored.

Suddenly, a figure quickly took a few steps back, looking slightly embarrassed.

Chen Yu, who was once a fringe disciple, was able to practice Cloud Steps to the Greater Mastery Realm.

The elimination round was coming to an end!

Yuefeng held his sword behind his back with a smile on his face.

In the ninth round, there was another closely watched battle.

Yuan Beitong's burly body rolled off the stage. Ding!

Ding! Ding!

"As expected of the young master of the Nangong family. He has cultivated mental secret techniques at such a young age."

As he punched out, the ground faintly trembled and the terrifying power created a wave of air.

Wang Lingyun sneered in his heart.

While everyone was puzzled, Nangong Li opened his mouth and let out a strange sound that sounded like a cat's meow.

Bang!

On the other hand, Cheng Yun, who was ranked sixth, met with Yuefeng, the outer sect genius.

The famed sword in Cheng Yun's hand was like a gust of wind. The blade was suffused with a transparent cold light that lingered around a ball of ear-piercing wind.

He had defeated Xu Jing, who was in the top ten in the previous session, and established Chen Yu's position as a strong dark horse.

At this moment, there were only thirty to forty disciples who had not been eliminated. Some disciples who had negative two points were extremely nervous.

In this round, Chen Yu's opponent was not in the top ten, so he won easily.

Mental secret technique?

…

"Junior Sister Jiang, don't worry! The chances of Chen Yu meeting us are getting higher and higher. "

"Chen Yu, let's see how many more rounds you can win."

"Of course I believe you."

He wanted to fight his way into the top five and top three, and Cheng Yun was a big obstacle.

Nangong Li held a folding fan in his hand and looked at the towering man in front of him.

"He's really strong. His inner breath is dense and his reaction is fast. As expected of the fifth in the previous session, he can even fight me face to face. "

The two's robes fluttered in the wind, and a powerful invisible wave of qi forced the nearby disciples to retreat.

At this stage, there were no weaklings among the remaining disciples.

Huang Yuan said in surprise.

In the battle just now, they had witnessed the strength of the outer disciples' famous genius, Yuefeng, and the last session's veteran, Cheng Yun.

Cao Lei had used the Iron Sand Palm to defeat Yang Fan, who was ranked ninth in the previous session, in fifty moves.

"Soul Chasing Sword!"

That strange sound made people dizzy and their minds tremble.

And in this session, the three of them had defeated their opponents in the top ten and won six times in a row!

Yuefeng's body and the treasured sword became one, and the afterimage and sword light intertwined. His sword was extremely dangerous.

He was only a little interested in Chen Yu, and would not treat him as an opponent.

Three months ago.

Other than the Sect's seniors, no one could see what kind of battle the two had just had.

"Hahaha ….. Chen Yu! Your Grandpa Huang has finally met you. "

Nangong Li and Duan Xiaolong, as the "Twin Dragons," still had a winning streak.

However.

When night fell, the eighth round of the competition came to an end.

"I didn't even see the details. It was too fast!"

"Twin Dragons!"

Meow ~

The two's powerful and invisible aura was no weaker than the Viscera Refinement stage. The mysterious and unpredictable battle made people's blood boil.

Chen Yu's opponent in the eighth round only had the strength of the top twenty, and his opponent directly admitted defeat.

Including Chen Yu, who had practiced this sword technique.

The moment Yuan Beitong stiffened, a fan swept across his body.

Plop!

Nangong Li and Duan Xiaolong hadn't met a match that could last more than three rounds. Their true strength could be said to be unfathomable.

Some of the Sect's seniors were knowledgeable, and they saw through the mystery.

Yuefeng's broken sword was unsheathed, and like a cold arc in the night sky, it emitted a cold and sharp aura.

Chen Yu was shocked. What they had endured was only a trace of the aftershock.

"But, let's end it."

"Yuefeng against Cheng Yun!"

"No.94 wins."

Of course.

Cheng Yun's defeat wasn't undeserved.

It was already an accident that Chen Yu didn't want Cloud Steps to fall into his hands.

This year's competition could be said to be a grand occasion that was hard to see in ten years.

His behavior was a bit cheap. After all, his opponent was someone with innate divine strength, and he still went to fight head-on.

His' innate divine strength 'was innate, not acquired after Chen Yu fused with the mysterious heart.

Bang! Bang!

On the stage.

Nangong Li had a smile on his face.

The main reason why he participated in the 'attack' against Chen Yu was that he was attracted to Jiang Yun 'er.

Jiang Yun 'er giggled, and her smile was like a flower, which made the elite outer disciples fall head over heels for her.

The ninth round of the competition quickly ended.

This time, he finally met a strong opponent.

Cao Lei's Iron Palm had been cultivated to the peak, and he had comprehended a trace of a unique true intent. Its power was beyond imagination.

Mountain Splitting Fist!

Nangong Li flashed and retreated five feet.

His movement technique was stronger, and his weapon was stronger. These were all advantages!

Chen Yu was excited. In the previous years, the elimination round usually lasted for ten rounds.

"I lost! I actually lost to a low-level martial art. "

"The tenth round!"

The judge waved the flag and announced Yuefeng's victory.

That sword slashed out, and the air was torn apart. The wind and the force surrounded Yuefeng, blocking his path.

At this moment, there were only twelve or thirteen people who still had a winning streak.

"Poof."

Cheng Yun smiled indifferently.

An invisible mental power collided in mid-air.

Chen Yu had a feeling that this kind of invisible attack was a threat to him.

"Cheng Yun lost?"

"What kind of attack is this?"

In the blink of an eye, the two of them exchanged more than ten blows.

"This is Yuan Beitong, the strongest outer disciple?"

Some disciples were stunned when they saw the chubby young man.

Yuefeng cupped his fists and said.

To prevent Chen Yu from leaking the Cloud Treading Steps, Yuefeng specially showed up and gave him an Essence Pearl Grass to rope him in.

In the tenth round, the chances of encountering a strong opponent were higher. It was normal even if he encountered people like Duan Xiaolong or Hu Yiba.

Cheng Yun was a yellow-skinned young man, and he looked slightly old.

In the evil men's circle, Hu Yiba and Cheng Yun looked somewhat regretful.

Cheng Yun did not expect to meet the famous genius Yuefeng instead of Chen Yu.

Everyone's gazes gathered on the stage.

Nangong Li's folding fan suddenly struck Yuan Beitong's arm. The latter roared and retreated a few steps.

Clang!

Duan Xiaolong's gaze landed on his old enemy, Nangong Li.

In the past, these three people did not stand out.

After this battle, Yuefeng's popularity soared, and he won the admiration and admiration of many female disciples. Some of the male disciples also admired his strength and demeanor.

A chubby, round-faced young man laughed loudly and leaped onto the stage smugly.

Nangong Li only had one opponent, and that was Duan Xiaolong!

Chen Yu's victory was undoubtedly a blow to Wang Lingyun, who had proposed the "interception operation."

That burly man was half a head taller than an ordinary person. Before the battle started, his fists were like iron hammers, and the savage aura that assaulted one's face made one's heart palpitate.

Nangong Li had already realized that Chen Yu was not simple during the "outer sect exchange."

Except for Yuefeng's battle.

The crowd was in an uproar. The attention paid to this battle was even greater than Yuefeng's battle.

Soon, it was Chen Yu's turn in the tenth round.

"This is interesting."

Many disciples were excited and expectant.

Could it be that fatty Huang Yuan could obtain the Origin Stones and marry a beauty? This scene was too hard to accept.

On the stage, Yuan Beitong's figure suddenly swayed. He held his head with both hands, looking frustrated and pained.

…

"Windcutter Sword!"

He endured the full force of that strange sound. His entire body spun, and his mind buzzed.

In the end, in the ninth round, these three experts still did not meet Chen Yu.

Suddenly.

Nangong Li left an afterimage on the spot, and the folding fan in his hand slapped toward Yuan Beitong.