Teng Mo retreated again and again, as if he could not stop Xiang Wu's offensive.

"Teng Mo is going to lose." Since her own game was not yet on, Mu Bingyun and Ye Jian gathered together. She looked at the events on the stage and analyzed.

Ye Jian shook his head, "If you don't use ten moves, Xiang Wu will lose."

“How to say it.”

Lin Feng looked at Ye Jian curiously.

Ye Jian said: "One move, one more time, another will decline, and three more time will be exhausted. This is an unchanging truth. Xiang Wu's offensive looks extremely fierce, but his strength is too strong and he does not leave any remaining strength. He may be able to defeat the contestants with slightly lower strength, but Teng Mo's strength is not weaker than Xiang Wu, and his experience must be above it. It is obviously impossible to win it in one go. When his momentum declines, it will be when Teng Mo counterattacks. At that time, it is almost impossible to win the defeat."

Lin Feng thought something, seemed to have some understanding, nodded and said, "It seems that the offensive is not a good thing."

"This is not necessarily. I mean, Xiang Wu's combat experience is a bit poor. When dealing with opponents of the same level, don't let the opponent control the rhythm. The situation seems to be beneficial to Xiang Wu, but the rhythm has fallen into Teng Mo's hands. If I were him, while the momentum has not yet been exhausted, change the style and disrupt the rhythm immediately. In this way, the chance of victory will be very high. After all, he has already gained the upper hand in front."

As soon as Ye Jian finished speaking, the situation on the stage changed.

Xiang Wu, who had the absolute advantage from the beginning, was forced to retreat. As Ye Jian expected, it was impossible for him to be long and his momentum could not only rise or fall. When he climbed to a certain level, Xiang Wu's momentum and edge finally began to fall. At this time, Teng Mo seized a subtle flaw and fought back fiercely. A thin sword that was only two fingers thick was like autumn wind and flowing water, taking advantage of the opportunity to target Xiang Wu's weaknesses everywhere, completely disrupting his rhythm and mind, and counterattacked in one fell swoop.

Xiang Wu was busy and had no previous style. He just wanted to make the situation back now, and then his chances of winning would be very high.

Unfortunately, how could Teng Mo have been as he wished, and his sword kept maintaining a stable rhythm and slashing out continuously. In this way, there was no weakness of being too high and too little, and he could always suppress Xiang Wu who had no time to adjust his state.

when.

With a sword, Xiang Wu flew out with the eagle claw in his right hand.

"I lost."

Xiang Wudun held his body and said with a wry smile.

Teng Mo was so proud that he won this time. With equal strength, his combat experience determines the outcome. If he competes again, he will not have any confidence in winning the opponent. Fortunately, he finally won. There is no need to worry about meeting him in the next nine rounds of games.

Both sides will be out of the game, and the second game in the first round will follow.

"It's exactly the same as what you said. Junior brother, it's a waste not to be a martial arts elder." Mu Bingyun narrowed his eyes slightly, and he looked quite joking. This expression was rare on her. Therefore, when she showed this attitude, the cold texture added a bit of charm, which made most of the warriors around her fall into stagnation.

There are elders who teach martial arts. In addition to teaching martial arts, these elders will also tell them about their combat experience. However, those experiences are obviously not as advanced as Ye Jian, because Ye Jian can often hit the point and make countermeasures for combat.

Ye Jian smiled. Some masters can teach their disciples, while some masters can't teach their disciples. Although their eyesight and experience are very advanced, they may not be able to teach their disciples well, because teaching their disciples is not hand in hand, but to let them understand them by themselves. In Ye Jian's world, there is a saying that the master leads his way and practice depends on his own. This is what he said.

Of course, in a short period of time, Ye Jian can indeed allow a person to have good combat experience. In the long run, he will not be sure. After all, there is something that can be as solid as you can understand and be easy to come. After all, others are separated by a layer of film. It is not so easy to break this layer of film.

"Okay, the next game is my game, I have to prepare for it." Mu Bingyun, who had recovered from loneliness and coldness, suddenly spoke to Ye Jian.

Ye Jian nodded and said, "I wish you a victory."

The seventh group matches were not fast or slow. In the next few games, Gu Hetong, Gu Qing, Tang Xiaosong and several young masters won their own victory.

Guhe Tongbukui is a great disciple of Guiyi Sect and is ranked sixth in Qianlong's seventy-two list. Before his opponent could take action, he was knocked down by a blowing fist.

As the tenth-ranked master on the Qianlong Seventy-Two List, Gu Qing was also extremely powerful and shocked his opponent in the blink of an eye.

As for Tang Xiaosong, apart from Ye Jian, a genius of the ninth-grade sect who defies the heavens, he is undoubtedly the most dazzling among many new stars, second only to Dai Xiaoshan and Situ Xuan. You should know that his sect is only a sect in the Mingyue Empire that is just a sixth-grade sect, far from being the old sixth-grade sect, let alone the six super sects. But he is a genius who is considered to be unparalleled in the sect, and is expected to compete for the top ten. Even if he does not enter the top ten, the top twenty will be stable.

Without any effort, Tang Xiaosong won the game, and his strong strength made Gu Qing, who ranked tenth in the 72th list of Qianlong, frown.

There are a total of ten rounds of competitions in the seven groups, and there are thirty games in each round. That is to say, one person must face two consecutive games in one round.

"In the 18th round of the first round, Ye Jian vs. Gao Feng."

Several dazzling characters made a comeback, and it was Ye Jian's turn, but no one expected that his opponent was Gao Feng, the first master in the fourth group, and even Teng Mo was not his opponent.

This battle was an early peak collision. No one expected that they thought the referees would leave Ye Jian Gao Feng and others for the finale, but they didn't expect that they would come so quickly.

"Look, the showdown between Ye Jian and Gao Feng."

"Since the competition is going on, there has never been a duel between the first masters in two groups. Ye Jian is the first in the original third group, and Gao Feng is the first in the original fourth group."

"Whoever is stronger and who is weak will be determined soon."

After hearing the event arrangement, Ye Jian was also shocked. He immediately looked at the referees in the third and fourth groups, that is, the referees in the seventh groups now. If such a schedule can occur in the game, it must be the referee who was involved in the match.

The referees of the seventh group seemed to sense Ye Jian's gaze, and he immediately lowered his head. The two of them met in the air. Then the referees of the seventh group smiled generously at Ye Jian, showing a smile that Ye Jian understood a lot.

At the same time, a figure of Maiyi was hiding in the void above the seven groups of martial arts competition platforms, and two rays of splendor were missing from time to time in his eyes. If someone had re-emerged, it would be not difficult to find that this person's eyes were actually locked on Ye Jian's body.

"I'm very curious to be valued by the dean. What's the special thing about you? Little guy, don't let me down."

Tang Xiaosong was very confident in his eyesight and said to the people around him: "Gao Feng is almost there, and his chances of winning are about 30%, but it is not too easy for Ye Jian to beat him."

Hearing his name, Gao Feng rushed to the competition stage with a serious face.

Ye Jian did not hesitate much, and he appeared on the competition platform at a little bit of the ground under his feet almost at the same time as Gao Feng. The two stood fifty meters apart.

"You are very strong, but it is not that easy to beat me." Gao Feng said word by word.

Ye Jian smiled lightly and said, "It will be easy."

Gao Feng frowned. According to his estimate, he should have a 30% chance of defeating Ye Jian. It was not that he had no chance of winning, but for some reason, seeing Ye Jian's light and light expression was not at all, it was a feeling of being frustrated for the first time.

Shocked, Gao Feng said to himself: Could it be that he still has more strength?

On the referee's seat, three groups of referees and twelve groups of referees sat together.

The referee of the 12th Group said: "Gao Feng is a good seedling. It can be seen that he has hidden some of his strength. The sword intent should approach or reach the later stage."

The referees in the third group nodded, but he didn't say much, because he knew that Ye Jian was very strong and also had a hidden sword intent. Otherwise, how could Nan Puzi, the executive envoy of the Jinwu Academy, the head of the Qianlong List, pay attention to this son so much, and even personally arrange the event for this son.

"Senior Brother Gao, if you defeat him, you will be ranked fifth."

At this moment, the voice of a young woman came from the audience.

The ranking she mentioned is naturally the top ten supernovas. Ye Jian ranks fifth in the top ten supernovas, while Gao Feng only ranks eighth. If Gao Feng defeats Ye Jian in this battle, then his ranking will correspondingly replace Ye Jian's ranking and become the fifth largest supernova.

However, after hearing this, Gao Feng's expression changed. He looked over there, and then smiled bitterly and shook his head. It was not easy to defeat Ye Jian. He only hoped that Ye Jian's strength was not beyond his imagination.

The Qiushui sword appeared on his left hand, but the sword was not unsheathed. Ye Jian said: "Your junior sister looks like she hopes you win, but unfortunately I won't let it go."

"It's better not to let go of water. I will beat you upright." Gao Feng held his hands tightly, his joints turned white, and the person who spoke was his junior sister and his childhood sweetheart. This time he made an appointment with the other party and must win to the end.

clang.

Gao Feng's sword was unsheathed, the sword light flashed, and the invisible sword pressure rushed towards Ye Chen. The calm and waveless air was immediately pulled to a limit like water marks.

A pop.

The sword pressure and water-patterned air were cut open, and Ye Jian's sword was just halfway out of the sheath.

"What a powerful sword intent." The referees from the third and twelfth groups were shocked. Ye Jian seemed to be a little serious at this time.

On the second group, Li Cangtian, the great disciple of Cangxuan Sect, accidentally noticed this scene and shook his head gently. The sword intent displayed by Ye Jian was at most 60% of the realm, and it was no longer in his eyes.

"Sword Raid."
Chapter completed!