Chapter 2812

"It's finally me again."

Other people have fought at least one, and some have even fought four. So far, Luo Feng hasn't been to the challenge arena. I heard that elder Tian Guang called for his place again. I took a deep breath and stood up.

At the same time.

Not far from Luofeng, a handsome young swordsman stood up.

Qingxiu swordsman is Yan Jianhui, a disciple of Qingyun sect. His accomplishments are the same as those of Luo Feng's first opponent. He is also a strong player in the early stage of eight aspects of distraction!

At a glance at Luo Feng, Yan Jianhui looks at Yuan Qingzhu, and suddenly says:

"I give up."

With that, he sat down directly.

Yuan Qingzhu is equal to him in strength. The other side has conceded defeat. He doesn't need to be the first bird.

"Admit defeat again..."

Luo Feng is speechless, others are fighting passionately, and he is also eager to try.

I'm afraid he's the only one in the first round of the group match. I haven't played with anyone yet

"I've lost again!"

"Yan Jianhui is also a little genius of Qingyun sect. It's so easy to admit defeat! "

"It should be influenced by Yuan Qingzhu in front. What's more, Luofeng is so famous now. "

"Damn, it's so hard to see the first World War of Luofeng!"

Luo Feng was disappointed. In the audience, those Jianghu experts who paid close attention to him were even more disappointed, and even complained with dissatisfaction.

They want to witness with their own eyes that the real combat power of Luofeng, in the end, is not what people want!

Other battles are still going on. Yuehua has been on the stage twice again, beating the opponent in an absolute rolling posture. The fourth time when he was called by his name, the opponent directly conceded and easily won four consecutive victories.

Lin Hao has also won four consecutive games.

"Luofeng, Lin Yuyan!"

Elder Tian Guang took Luo Feng for the third time.

"I give up!" Sitting in the back three rows of Luo Feng, the tall woman simply conceded defeat. She was just a distracted state with six levels of later stage state, so she took defeat for granted.

In this way, Luo Feng did not come up with a move and won three consecutive victories.

It didn't take long.

"Luofeng to hanchenshan."

"I give up!"

Luo Feng was selected for the fourth time. He was a strong person with seven peaks in a distracted environment. The other side didn't talk nonsense, so he gave up.

Luofeng won four games in a row and accumulated eight points.

"Grass, admit defeat again!"

"Is he going to win ten straight games like this?"

"Is there one that can fight!"

See again is to throw in the towel, the crowd on the auditorium all some cannot sit still, the clamor rises and falls one after another, if it is not to see here is the territory of the nine sacred places, I am afraid it has been directly scolded.

In front of the audience, the blue mountain master smiled bitterly and shook his head. "It seems that Luo Feng can only come to the stage if he hits Lin Hao."

Ghost spirit knife embraces hands: "a group of cowardly guys!"

Next to Luo Feng, a disciple of Xiaoyao sect in the middle of the seven levels of distracted state, said with envy:

"I really envy you. I won four consecutive victories easily. If you win two or three more games, you'll be able to advance. "

He has also fought four times now, winning two times and losing two times. If he loses one more time, he will have no hope of promotion. I can imagine that he envies Luo Feng from the bottom of his heart.

"Good luck."

Luo Feng smiled.

In this regard, he is also very helpless. He can't always hold his opponent and say: come on, let's play a game. Don't worry, I will pay attention to discretion Right.

At a glance, Luo Feng was attracted by the No. 5 challenge arena.

On the challenge arena, the pretty girl on the left, who is full of jewels, is no one else. It's xiaomurong. Her opponent is very strong. She is a swordsman named Wei Jie. She has eight late realms of distracted realm, and her accomplishments have put pressure on xiaomurong, who is only one of the seven peak realms of distracted realm.

Small Murong's weapon is two nimble willow leaf machetes. What he cultivates is a fast sword. What's more, Wei Jie also cultivates a fast sword.

The two fought fiercely in the challenge arena. For a while, there were many swords and shadows on the arena. The human figure was illusory, and there was fierce fighting sound, almost no pause.

For this war, most of the people who watched the war thought that Wei Jie would definitely win. After all, until now, the two men have shown the same strength and speed, so Wei Jie, who is more cultivated, naturally wins more.

Luo Feng is more optimistic about Wei Jie, but not as sure as others.

The swordsman paid more attention to the attack power. They fought 20 or 30 moves, but Wei Jie didn't take the obvious upper hand, and Murong seemed to be able to do it easily.

In this way, it's not easy for Wei Jie to win in a hundred moves, unless the other side has other more powerful means.

"Good! It's worthy of being from Murong family. In another year or two, I won't win you. But now you are not my match. "

Wei Jie fights with Murong again. His figure backs away in vain. He holds his sword in both hands, and his fierce eyes become stronger in vain.

"Take me a move, Ling Feng falls cold!"

A strong sword burst out. Wei Jie's sword suddenly disappeared into the void. Suddenly, the sword light on the stage was rampant, like a snowstorm, and the air was broken.

"Cluck, I'm aiming for the top 30. Light leaves are all over the sky! "

Small Murong chuckled, and the delicate body danced on the stage. The lancet in his hands seemed to sweep the fallen leaves in the autumn wind, and the shadows were dazzling.

Clang, clang, clang

Sword light and sword Qi collide on the stage continuously, and a series of sparks burst out.

Several breath time, two people have already fought 100 moves.

Wei Jie's figure fell on the stage. He looked down and saw that the clothes on his waist were cut.

On the opposite side, Murong is unharmed.

"I lost!" Wei Jie put his sword into the scabbard, hugged small Murong and swept down the challenge arena.

"I didn't expect that Murong would be better at the end."

"Both of them are walking fast. It can only be said that Murong's knife is faster. "

Those who were concerned about the war were quite surprised by Murong's victory.

"Those two knives..."

Luo Feng's eyes fell on small Murong's hands, on the willow leaf machete inlaid with all kinds of Lingguang gems. His eyes flickered for a moment.

When xiaomurong and Weijie fight, at the beginning, the speed is comparable. But at the last moment, the machete in xiaomurong's hand broke out a wave of vitality in vain, and the speed accelerated in vain, which broke Weijie's defense.

No accident, Murong's victory must have something to do with the two machetes.

It's not only the machete, but also the soul power of Luofeng. There are hundreds of energy fluctuations all over xiaomurong's body. Even a ribbon of his clothes is extraordinary, which can be said to be a real treasure.

"Here How many treasures have you brought! "

Luo Feng smacks his tongue secretly, and raises a desolate meaning in his heart. He immediately takes back his eyes.

At this time, another duel is over in challenge arena 3.

Elder Tian Guang drew out two jade cards again, and a pair of small eyes looked at Luo Feng and said:

"Luo Feng is right to the real cloud!"

"Luofeng again."

"True peak cloud It's the second son of Zhenjia, the largest family in southern Xinjiang! "

"Zhenfengyun is only the Seven Realms of distracted state. I'm afraid it will admit defeat."

Everyone has been used to Luo Feng's opponent to admit defeat. Now we hear Luo Feng's name again, and people's response is flat.

Luo Feng didn't move in his seat. He didn't want to stand up and sit down.

At this time.

Whoosh!

There was a sound of breaking wind, and a tall, long eyed Prince flew to the arena.