Chapter 2845: 4 Consecutive Victories!

"Finally it's me again."

The others have fought at least once, and some have even fought four times. So far, Luo Feng has never been in the ring. Hearing Elder Tian Guang call his ranking again, he took a deep breath and stood up. stand up.

at the same time.

Not far from Luo Feng, a handsome young swordsman stood up.

The delicate swordsman is Yan Jianhui, a disciple of Qingyun Sect, his cultivation level is the same as that of Luo Feng's opponent who was drawn for the first time, and he is also a strong early stage eighth level of distraction state!

After glancing at Luo Feng, Yan Jianhui looked at Yuan Qingzhu who was beside him, and said suddenly:

"I surrender."

After speaking, he sat down directly.

Yuan Qingzhu is as strong as him, and the other party has conceded defeat, so there is no need for him to be this early bird.

"Again defeat..."

Luo Feng was a little speechless, while the others were playing passionately, he was actually eager to try.

In the first round of the group stage, I'm afraid he is the only one at the moment, and he hasn't played against anyone yet...

"Again!"

"Yan Jianhui can be regarded as a young genius of Qingyunmen. He gave up so easily!"

"It should be influenced by Yuan Qingzhu in front. Also, Luo Feng's reputation is too great now."

"Damn it, is it so difficult to watch Luo Feng fight!"

Luo Feng was disappointed, and those masters of the rivers and lakes who were paying attention to him in the audience were even more disappointed, and some even complained dissatisfiedly.

They just wanted to witness with their own eyes what Luo Feng's real combat power was, but it was just that God failed to fulfill their wishes!

Other battles continued, and Yuehua took the stage twice more, defeating her opponent with an absolutely crushing attitude. When her name was called for the fourth time, her opponent immediately conceded and easily won four consecutive victories.

Lin Hao is also currently winning four consecutive victories.

"Luo Feng, Lin Yuyan!"

Elder Tian Guang drew Luo Feng for the third time.

"I admit defeat!" The tall slender woman sitting in the third row behind Luo Feng surrendered very straightforwardly. She is only in the late stage of the sixth level of distraction state, so it is only natural to admit defeat.

In this way, Luo Feng won three consecutive victories without making a single move.

Not long after.

"Luo Feng vs. Han Chenshan."

"I surrender!"

Luo Feng was drawn for the fourth time. He was a top seven-layer Distraction Realm expert.

Luo Feng won four consecutive victories, accumulating eight points.

"Grass, admit defeat again!"

"Does he want to win ten consecutive victories like this!"

"Is there anyone who can fight!"

Seeing that they were admitting defeat again, everyone in the auditorium couldn't sit still, and there was a lot of clamor one after another. If it weren't for the fact that this is the territory of the Nine Great Sacred Grounds, they might have already started yelling and cursing.

In front of the auditorium, Venerable Lanshan shook his head with a wry smile, "It seems that only if Lin Hao is drawn, Luo Feng will be able to take the stage."

Ghost Spirit Knife embraced his hands: "A bunch of gutless guys!"

Next to Luo Feng, a disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect who was in the mid-seventh level of the Distraction Realm said enviously:

"I really envy you, you won four consecutive victories easily. If you win two or three more games, you can basically advance."

He has fought four games so far, with two wins and two losses. If he loses one more game, he will have no hope of advancing. The envy of Luo Feng in his heart can be imagined.

"lucky."

Luo Feng smiled.

In this regard, he is also very helpless, he can't just pull his opponent and say: Come on, let's play a game, don't worry, I will pay attention to proportion when I start... right?

With a glance, Luo Feng was attracted by ring five.

On the ring, the pretty girl on the left, covered in jewels, is none other than Little Murong; her opponent is very strong, a swordsman named Wei Jie, who is in the late stage of the eighth level of the distraction realm, and his cultivation is only lower than the seventh level of the distraction realm Little Murong, who was in the peak state, had one head.

Little Murong's weapons are two willow-leaf scimitars shining with aura, and what he cultivates is a quick knife; coincidentally, Wei Jie also cultivates a quick sword.

The two were fighting fiercely in the arena. For a moment, swords, swords and swords were criss-crossing the stage, the figures were psychedelic, and the sound of fierce confrontation hardly stopped for a moment.

Regarding this battle, most of the people who watched the battle thought that Wei Jie would definitely win. After all, the two of them have shown similar strength and speed so far, so Wei Jie, who has a higher level of cultivation, naturally has a better chance of winning. big.

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

The swordsman paid more attention to attack power. The two fought for twenty or thirty moves, but Wei Jie didn't have a clear upper hand, while little Murong seemed to be able to handle it with ease.

As a result, it is not easy for Wei Jie to win within a hundred moves, unless the opponent has other more powerful means.

"Very good! As expected, you are from the Murong family. In a year or two, I may not be able to defeat you. But now, you are absolutely no match for me."

Wei Jie confronted little Murong again, his figure retreated in vain, holding the sword in both hands, and the sharpness in his eyes became stronger in vain.

"Take my move, Ling Feng Luo Han!"

A strong sword force erupted, and the sword in Wei Jie's hand suddenly disappeared into the void. Immediately, the sword light raged on the stage, like a blizzard, and the air was twisted to pieces.

"Hehe, my goal is to be in the top 30 of the conference. The light leaves are all over the sky!"

Little Murong laughed lightly, her lithe and delicate body danced lightly on the stage, the lancet in her hands was like the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves, the afterimage fascinated the eyes.

clang clang clang clang...

The energy of the sword, light and sword collided continuously on the stage, bursting out a series of sparks.

In a few breaths, the two had already exchanged a hundred moves.

Wei Jie's figure landed on the stage, and he looked down. The clothes around his waist were torn apart with a cut mark.

On the opposite side, little Murong was unharmed.

"I lost!" Wei Jie put his sword back into its sheath, cupped his fists at Little Murong, and swept down the ring.

"I didn't expect that in the end, it was Xiao Murong who was even better."

"Both of them walked the fastest way. It can only be said that Xiao Murong's knife is faster."

Those who followed this battle started talking, and they were quite surprised by Little Murong's victory.

"Those two knives..."

Luo Feng's eyes fell on the willow-leaf machete inlaid with various aura gems in the hands of little Murong, and his eyes flickered.

When Little Murong and Wei Jie fought, at the beginning, their speeds were about the same, but at the last moment, the scimitar in Little Murong's hand erupted with a surge of vitality, and the speed increased in vain, breaking through Wei Jie's defense.

Not surprisingly, Little Murong's victory must have something to do with those two scimitars.

Not only the scimitar, under the induction of Luo Feng's soul force, little Murong's whole body has hundreds of energy fluctuations, even a ribbon on the clothes is not ordinary, it can be said that the whole body is a real treasure.

"This... how many treasures are on me!"

Luo Feng smacked his tongue secretly, feeling desolate in his heart, and immediately withdrew his gaze.

At this time, another duel on the third ring ended.

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

"Luo Feng vs. Zhen Fengyun!"

"It's Luo Feng again."

"Zhenfengyun... is the second son of the Zhen family, the largest family in southern Xinjiang!"

"Zhen Fengyun is only in the seventh level of the distraction state, so I'm afraid he will admit defeat."

Everyone was used to Luo Feng's opponents admitting defeat. Now when they heard Luo Feng's name again, everyone's reaction was much calmer.

Luo Feng sat on the seat without moving, he didn't want to stand up and sit down again.

At this time.

Whoosh!

There was a sound of breaking wind, and a tall nobleman with starry eyes flew over to the competition stage.

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