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The Jiang Qiugong's Palace Mistress Jiang Wei, who was slightly injured, shook her head and smiled bitterly as well. The strongest disciple in her sect was actually no match for a single move.

He raised his head and looked at Li Yuanhang, then turned his gaze to the judge, and said with a low voice: "Judge, we admit defeat." Jiang Wei seemed to have expended all his strength just to concede. He thought that this year's Dazzling Sky would be able to travel a little further, but he never thought that he would meet one of the three great sects, the Lingyan Sect, in the first round. The world is unpredictable.

"Ocean, keep going." Turning his head, he faced Li Yuanhang who was still seated and asked. Yan Mingzhe's frown caused a layer of worry to cover everyone's already nervous hearts.

Clang …

"The two of them clashed, and both retreated. Li Yuanhang's strength was not too far off from Zhao Qiwen's, and the two of them were equally matched. Gowan Sword Art. "One stab to destroy the enemy." Zhao Qiwen waved the sword in his hand, unleashing his sword techniques and thrusted at Li Yuanhang.

Without panicking, he calmly responded to the enemy. These words were suitable for Li Yuanhang, but with a 'clang', Zhao Qiwen's sword technique was immediately blocked by Li Yuanhang. Seizing the opportunity, Li Yuanhang took the opportunity to give chase. Pushing away the sharp sword, his left hand formed a palm and smashed Zhao Qiwen away.

Li Yuanhang did not plan to heavily injure Zhao Qiwen, he only wanted to repel him. Zhao Qiwen could naturally feel it. Without waiting for Zhao Qiwen to stabilize himself, Li Yuanhang quickly rushed forward, and 'whoosh whoosh' sounds came out, as Li Yuanhang instantly raised the sharp sword in his hand and aimed it at Zhao Qiwen's neck.

Zhao Qiwen laughed at himself and retracted his sword. He cupped his hands towards Li Yuanhang and said: "Brother Li is strong, I am not a match for you." After he finished speaking, he jumped down from the stage, and did not cause any problems for himself just because he had lost the competition.

Li Yuanhang looked at the departing figure, the respect in his eyes became clearer, this kind of person could walk even further on the road of cultivation. Then he left the stage. Zhao Qiwen's failure represented the end of the road to becoming a Dazzling Sky of Gowan Hall.

At this moment, neither side had sent any disciples up on stage. Yan Mingzhe's lips were trembling, and his gaze was fixated on a graceful woman who was still in the resting area of the Society of Excellence. It was unknown what he was thinking.

After a long while, the judge on the stage kept on urging, at this time, the female leading the group stepped forward, facing the judge's respectful slightly bent body, and said: "Judge, I, Feng Cai Hui, admit that I am not a match for Lingyan Sect, we give up."

After saying that, without giving the referee any time to reject, he nodded at Yan Mingzhe, turned his slender waist, and returned to his own sect.

As the water curtain's name on the Feng Hui Club dimmed, Wei Shengrong, who was on the spectating platform, seemed to have sensed something, and frowned slightly as he looked in the direction of the Lingyan Sect. Coincidentally, they met eyes with each other, and in a blink of an eye, Wei Shengrong nodded like he was friendly, then turned and spoke to the people beside him he did not know what.

"Judge, our Hong Song Sect admits that we are not a match for the Lingyan Sect, so we give up." Lingyan Sect's next opponent, like Feng Caixing, admitted defeat once again. This made everyone present, including Lu Feng, feel that the situation had slightly exceeded their expectations.

Only Yan Mingzhe remained frowning as he watched the situation unfold silently. Fortunately, he knew what Yan Mingzhe had discovered, so the next opponent was not from the same camp as him. Instead, it was the sect that Lu Feng was familiar with, the Futu Prison.

"Futu Prison, very good. There is no need to hold back when going against a sect. However, the opposing disciple is not weak, who will go up? " It was only after he saw through the opponent's sect that Yan Mingzhe's tightly knitted brows loosened slightly. He turned around and casually spoke to the disciples.

Without waiting for Lu Feng to speak, Sun Shengyang who was at the side did not say a word, and directly rushed to the stage, then raised his eyebrow at Lu Feng who was standing below the stage, as if to say: This is mine.

Sensing Sun Shengyang's flaunt, Lu Feng smiled and shook his head, but Yan Mingzhe was also helpless and turned to look at Sun Shengyang's battle quietly.

"Hey, Futu Prison, are you ready to die?" Sun Shengyang looked at the disciples of the Futu Prison who had not come up on stage, pointed at the Futu Prison with his right hand, and mocked.

"Bastard, let me teach you a lesson!" Finished speaking, as if unable to stand the excitement, a person from the Futu Prison also rushed up the stage, and said to Sun Shengyang with a face full of anger: "Remember, the person who defeated you is called …"

"Get the hell out of here." Sun Shengyang did not give the Futu Prison disciple any time to introduce herself, without saying a word, she picked up the Qi Tian Ji and swung her rod towards the Futu Prison disciple.

Puff …

With a swing of the rod, that person spat out a mouthful of blood. Not waiting for that person to admit defeat. Sun Shengyang once again leaped forward, punching and kicking towards the man, and muttered some words: "You still want to scold me with your mouth? Let me scold you, and I'll beat you to death. "

The man from Futu Prison felt even more wronged, spitting out blood as her internal organs were dislocated from the shock. She had wanted to admit defeat, but the barbarian hadn't given him the chance to do so.

"Tsk, it couldn't even withstand a single blow. He actually fainted already." "Next." He looked at the Futu Prison disciple under his fist who was already unconscious. Sun Shengyang rubbed his fists, then kicked the unconscious man, sending him flying. He then continued speaking towards the bottom.

"You … You actually crippled his Dantian? "

"Oh? Is that so? Your sect's disciples are too weak for battle, I didn't even use any strength. His dantian shattered. "If I had known earlier, I would have been more gentle." Hearing the elder's question, Sun Shengyang scratched his head in embarrassment and said. Sun Shengyang's expression and expression gave people the misconception that he was an honest man.

The clan elders of the Futu Prison did not care, and angrily pointed at Sun Shengyang, but they could not say anything more, and nodded to the head disciple beside him.

"Hmph, you're dead meat." Receiving the approval of an elder, the only remaining disciple from the Futu Prison, who was also the head disciple, stood on the stage and shouted angrily at Sun Shengyang.

"Blue Stone Claw!" When the head disciple of the Futu Prison heard Sun Shengyang's ridicule, she responded with a martial skill. Both of her hands bent like claws, and rushed towards Sun Shengyang.

"Hmph, petty tricks." When Sun Shengyang saw this, the Qi Tian Ji moved to her chest and blocked her claws. Sun Shengyang took a step back, completely unharmed.

On the other hand, the Futu Prison cultivator took a few steps back before she managed to stabilize herself with much difficulty. Her hands were placed behind her back, and were constantly trembling. There was also a trace of terror in the eyes he looked at Sun Shengyang with.

"I, Du Ziteng, do not believe that I cannot break your defense. Firewood High Claws! " The weapon that the head disciple of Futu Prison, Du Ziteng, wielded was a pair of claws. The blood red claws landed on Du Ziteng's hands.

It allowed Du Ziteng's attack and martial skill's power to be multiplied. Facing Du Ziteng's attack. Sun Shengyang no longer chose to take it head-on. Just now, Du Ziteng was careless. This time, he clearly felt that the power of the martial skill was extraordinary.

Sun Shengyang was not stupid. He wouldn't take the risk of being injured and take it head on. Sun Shengyang took a step back. He dodged Du Ziteng's attack. He used all his strength to jump backwards a distance.

"Du Ziteng? Haha. Who gave you that name? Are you planning to laugh me to death and win, haha. " After Sun Shengyang leaped not far away, he held his stomach with both hands and laughed non-stop. While laughing, he pointed to Du Ziteng who was in front of him.

"Bastard, I won't kill you!" It was very obvious that this was not the first time Du Ziteng was mocked by someone, so he was immediately enraged. It attacked Sun Shengyang who was still laughing.

"Firewood High Claws!"

Du Ziteng crossed his arms in front of his chest and began to circulate his profound energy into his hands. Then, he waved both of his claws, releasing the martial skill from a distance. Two scarlet claw shaped offensive martial skills met each other's gaze.