Vol 2 Chapter 601: Group battle

Six groups of corresponding martial arts, in the direction of the northeast of the field, Xiao Chen glanced, found that the referee has gone up.
The referee is an old man, and he is deep and breathable. He can’t see through the realm of Xiao Chen.
It is estimated that at least there is also the repair of the Chinese Emperor Wuhuang, which is by no means the general product of the Emperor Wu, so it is easy to control the scene of the contest.
Twenty places of collapse, that is, twenty Chinese royal martial artists, so strong, the city of Fenglong City may be stronger than some super sects.
However, Fenglong City is closed all the year round, and the city government will not question the disputes of the mainland. It has remained absolutely neutral for tens of thousands of years, so it will not cause suspicions of other forces.
The contest started very quickly. Two players from the six groups, one with a sword and one sword, were all around the peak of Zhongpin Wuwang.
It is able to stand out from the tens of thousands of geniuses in the entire continent. It is definitely not a garbage exercise and martial arts that these two people cultivate.
Fighting is also very vivid. In general, people also look at their heads and don't feel bored.
Of course, in the eyes of Xiao Chen, it seems rather boring, the two are two grades lower than him, and the skills are not surprising.
After two hundred strokes, the swordman of the sword, a trick to pick up the long knife in the opponent's hand, the blade was placed on the other's neck.
"The winners and losers have been fixed. The first player won and scored two points." The six groups of referees said quietly.
After the 3rd and 4th players took the stage, the two people who came to power this time, one has the top-grade Wu Wang Yufeng Wu Wang's cultivation, one is just entering the realm of Shangpin Wuwang.
The gap between the repairs was a bit big, and there was not much suspense in this game. After the 50th move, the No. 3 player defeated the No. 4 player.
"The next one, on the 5th, Xie Ziwen will fight against Zongliang on the 6th."
Xiao Chen was slightly surprised. I didn't expect to hit Xie Ziwen so quickly, but the two were no longer a level, and they didn't have to care too much.
Xie Ziwen sneered a sneer, jumped up and flew straight toward the martial arts. The seven groups of referees handed a finger, and the wind and thunder enchantment opened a gap and let it fall.
Zong Liang arched: "Xia Guo Qi Quan Men Zongliang, please advise."
Xie Ziwen disdained: "Seven fists, where the small sects haven't heard, talk nonsense, start, pick me up first."
Thousands of fires!
Explosively, Xie Ziwen's right hand pushed forward a fierce push. The aura of the fire in the air suddenly boiled up, and thousands of flame palms appeared out of thin air.
Then quickly turned into a giant palm of fire, pressed against Zong Liangzhu, the texture of the flame palm is clear, like the essence, the power is amazing.
Xiao Chen’s eyes lit up and whispered:
There is progress, and there is a strength of one-half of the first half of the year.

When I was in the ancient land, Xie Ziwen’s giant palm of fire needed a long time to make it.
Moreover, it is a trick, used by Xiao Chen, and now it can be used as an ordinary move, and it can be so quickly condensed.
In more than a year, Xie Ziwen’s progress has not been small.
Zong Liang's face is dignified, knowing that the opponent is not good to deal with, his hands are combined, and he is condensed into a protective body wall, and he is fully converted into a defensive posture.
boom!
Between the heat waves rolling, Mars was shot, and Zong Liang had a hundred steps back.
"Look at how many pieces you can handle!"
Xie Ziwen shouted, the huge flame palm, like a mountain, pressed again, and then pressed one by one.
Zong Liang was pale and insisted on five strokes. The corner of his mouth overflowed with a trace of blood stains. Obviously, the injury was not small.
"Give me defeat!"
Xie Ziwen's palms came out, and the two giant palms of the fire suddenly overlapped, and the power doubled. Zong Liang could not resist it.
The body of the body is broken, and the mouth is spit out a large mouth of blood.
"The winners and losers have been divided." Seven groups of referees sighed: "This Xie Ziwen wins, two points."
The elder elder Jiang said with prudence: "The five strokes will seriously hurt the opponent. Xiao Chen hits him and must be careful. This person seems to be a disciple of the evil moon court. It seems to have been won in the last five countries. The top 50 rankings."
Xiao Chen did not refute, just smiled a little and continued to watch the next game.
In the group match, each person has to fight 20 games. The first round is to fight in the order of numbers. Xiao Chen ranks relatively late, so he played late.
In the next six groups of games, the water is not high, Xiao Chen could not help but turn his eyes to other contests.
Looking at the random glimpse, Xiao Chen discovered an old acquaintance and could not help but set his sight.
On the 9th platform, Duanmu Qing is fighting fiercely with his opponent.
Duanmuqing only has the cultivation of Zhongwu Wuwang, and her opponent has the cultivation of Shangwu Wuwang, which is a little higher than her.
However, the situation on the field is that Duanmu Qing has an absolute advantage. The head is turned into a white hair, and the eyes are cold and cold, with a slender sword.
One stroke and one style, the opponent's death and suppression, like a machine, Duanmuqing, the whole person has no slight emotional color.
Being suppressed by a person who is lower than himself, the other party is certainly not reconciled. He wants to turn over several times, but they are all calmly identified by Duanmuqing, and all kinds of killings are cracked one by one.
In the end, he was defeated and became the first player in the group to be defeated by cross-border.
"Duanmu Qing, it has grown so badly."
His eyes moved to the left, and Xiao Chen saw an acquaintance again. It’s not so much that has been seen for more than a year.
Only three strokes were used, and the opponent of a top-grade Wuwang was defeated. Now the Dingfeng seems to be stronger than Xie Ziwen.
Next, Xiao Chen watched a few more games. The players who fought in the battle against Taiwan had the realm of Zhongwu Wuwang. Most of them had the cultivation of Shangwuwu. There were also a few of them.
There are fewer than ten players in the semi-step of the Emperor Wucheng. As for the half-step Emperor Wu of the peak of the peak, they have not seen it for the time being.
"Look, the Nangong Ziyue of the Nangong family has appeared, and the previous one won the top eight."
Xiao Chen looked at it and saw that on the top of the 19th group, a woman wearing a purple dress was pretty, and her temperament was extremely dusty.
Her opponent is a burly man with a giant sword, and the smell of his body is not weak.
"Gong Haoyu, please advise." The burly man appeared to be more cautious, knowing the name of the Nangong family, and immediately stepped back a few steps after the opening.
boom!
But before he stood still, he was smashed by Nangong Ziyue, and he didn't even see the other hand.
"It’s so good, I just beat the other side with only one palm."
"That Gong Haoyu is not weak. The last time seems to be the top 50 players. I feel that the two are not at all a level."
"The people of the Nangong family have really lost their reputation. This time I don't know if she can compete for the top five."
Everyone guessed that the Nangong Ziyue won, but did not expect to win so easily, the top ten genius is really not the average genius can compare.
Xiao Chen looked really, but he didn't care too much. Nangong Ziyue was strong but not his opponent.
His real opponents are only Sima Lingxuan and Xuanyuan, and if they want to add, the mysterious Chu Chaoyun will count as one.
"The next day, Xiao Chen on the 19th, fight against Huang Qiang on the 20th."
On the stage of the 17th group, it was the turn of Xiao Chen.
On the top of the ring, Xiao Chen's whole body is restrained, and people are unaware of the depths. The slight hand-to-hand competition is just beginning.
"Hey, thank you for sending me two points."
His opponent Huang Qiang is a swordsman, repaired to the same half-step Wuhuang, holding a long sword and pointing to Xiao Chen, did not put it in his eyes.
Even Jianyi did not comprehend, but dared to say this big story, Xiao Chen did not have no words.
Stepping forward, between the body shape flashing, the force is running fast between the bodies, and the whole body bones burst into a bang.
For a moment, Xiao Chen felt the infinite power of his whole body, and whispered softly: "Sundering, winning!"
The right hand clenches the fist to form a sharp cyan airflow, which tears the curtain of the other side, which is easy to tear.
Take the heart!
The five fingers open as claws, and between the fists, the clouds flow, and there is no unnaturalness.
In the horrified eyes of the other party, five fingers broke through the vitality of the body, and a slamming sound was placed on the heart.
Didn't really catch it and win the heart, Xiao Chen pulled out his hand, and the back of his hand fanned in his chest. The huge force hit his shackles above the enchantment of the ring.