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They greeted each other. Just like that, they started talking about today's second round of the Large Competition. Ding Feihao did not look too good. He looked depressed.

Qi Yunhan had been consoling him with a gentle voice. Bai Xiaochuan was somewhat curious and only understood after listening for a while. So it turned out that the Ding Feihao family had asked him to go easy on them in today's Large Competition and eliminate him!

Bai Xiaochuan pondered for a moment and understood the reason. It seems that this year's Mu Ling Assembly is truly unusual.

In order to avoid participating in the Assembly of Patriarchs, he had actually chosen to go easy on others. For a belligerent like Ding Feihao, letting him deliberately lose the match was even worse than killing him.

However, the clan's will was not something he could contend against. In the end, he chose to surrender. In order to comfort him, Qi Yunhan chose to give up on today's competition.

Ding Feihao was very touched, causing Bai Xiaochuan and the others to eat a bowl of hot dog food.

At that moment, the second round of the Large Competition began!

The judges began to draw lots.

"First group, sixty-five against three hundred!"

"The second group, four hundred and nine against two hundred and eighty!"

"Third group..."

As the audience cheered excitedly, the atmosphere immediately erupted. Some of them even had colours hanging from their bodies, while others with bruises on their noses and eyes were also here to watch the competition.

Today, the first person to take the field by name was Zhang Hui. After he was pointed out, his expression turned solemn, and he cupped his fist towards the crowd and walked onto the stage.

Bai Xiaochuan and a few others cheered and cheered for him.

Zhang Hui stepped onto the stage like a meteor as he unsheathed the sword on his back. He coldly looked at his opponent.

His opponent was a dark-faced man with a cultivation base of eleven levels of Qi Condensation, one level higher than his.

The black faced man crossed his arms and laughed out loud. "I didn't expect that my luck would be quite good today. Seems like I'll have to steadily advance to the third round."

Zhang Hui's face turned cold, "That will depend on whether you have the ability or not."

The dark-faced man was very arrogant. He extended three fingers, shook them with contempt, and said, "Against you, I only need three moves."

Just as Zhang Hui was about to speak, the referee ordered, "Begin!"

The sword on Zhang Hui's back automatically flew out of its scabbard, the blade shook, and six identical swords appeared.

The seven treasured swords were full of spirit, floating behind Zhang Hui like lotuses. Zhang Hui formed a seal with his sword, and the seven treasured swords, like a torrential rain, pierced towards the dark-faced man in an extremely swift manner.

Zhang Hui's use of the Sword Shadow Beam Splitting Technique had attracted quite a bit of attention. Many people in the audience praised Zhang Hui's move.

"At the tenth level of Qi Condensation, you can split six swords at once. "He can already use half of the power of the Sword Shadow Spinning Technique. That's not bad at all."

However, the black-faced man didn't move at all. He snorted coldly. His hands formed a seal, "Water Curtain Shrouding the Sky!"

Glittering lights appeared on the arena, condensing thousands of tiny water droplets from all directions. They instantly merged together, forming a glittering and translucent water curtain.

The water screen separated the dark-faced man from Zhang Hui, and all seven swords were blocked by the water screen.

Even though the water curtain was so thin, Zhang Hui used all his strength and used his treasured sword to stab and stab. However, the water curtain was unbreakable. For a moment, Zhang Hui couldn't do anything about it.

The black faced man slowly said, "Just give up! My divine ability can't be broken by a puny tenth level Qi Condensation cultivator like you. Just give it to me and obediently lie down! "

The black-faced man's face hardened as he spoke. His hands quickly shot out little crystal beads of water from his fingertips.

The water droplets, which were originally the size of grains of rice, immediately swelled to the size of a fist the moment they passed through the water curtain. It flew towards Zhang Hui in a grand manner.

Zhang Hui quickly pulled back his sword and slashed at the water droplets that were shooting towards him. Zhang Hui controlled the treasured sword. Sword light flashed, and splashes of water could not enter.

All of the water drops that had shot towards him had been cut open by the treasured sword, turning into drops of water that dripped onto the ring. However, the dark-faced man was unrelenting. He pushed the water curtain forward, forcing Zhang Hui to retreat.

Zhang Hui was forced to retreat and fight back, but in that moment, he revealed an opening and was struck on the arm by a drop of water. Instantly, his entire shoulder was drenched in blood. Zhang Hui gritted his teeth and continued to persevere.

Ding Feihao and the others looked anxious, worried about Zhang Hui's situation. Only Bai Xiaochuan remained calm. He was very confident in Zhang Hui.

The black-faced man laughed out loud, pushing the water curtain a step closer, forcing Zhang Hui to retreat. If he continued to retreat, he would fall off the stage!

The black faced man looked confident as he shouted, "Get down!"

He flicked both his fingers and dozens of water droplets came out at once! The water droplets passed through the water curtain and all of the water droplets were thrown towards Zhang Hui.

Zhang Hui no longer had a way out!

At this moment, Zhang Hui lowered his body and charged straight at the droplets of water! With a wave of his left hand, a red light flashed and cut apart all the water droplets. At the same time, the water curtain was also split open!

Like a torrential downpour, countless small drops of water fell on the ring with a "crackle" sound.

Zhang Hui held a strange long sawtooth blade in his hand as he slashed it towards the dark-faced man's waist with an ear-piercing sound!

The black-faced man's limbs were disorderly. He was about to be cut by the blade. With this strike, the dark-faced man would die on the spot! He was about to pee!

Zhang Hui suddenly retracted his blade and stopped three inches away from the black faced man's waist. The dark-faced man's body tilted to the side and he collapsed to the ground in fright.

The referee immediately announced, "One hundred and seventeen, Zhang Hui Sheng!"