C213 A strong enemy in swordsmanship

The second round of martial arts was determined by the outcome of the first round.

The victor would be promoted.

The loser left.

There was no second chance. Any mistake would cause him and the Sky Wind Hidden Dragon Rank to miss each other.

Rumble …

Rumble …

After the drawing of lots was finished, the eight arenas in the center plaza began to move strangely. Three of the arenas slowly sank, while the remaining five started to move toward the center with a rumbling sound.

Such a mechanical skill was truly amazing.

After all, the eight rings were as heavy as a small mountain.

The stands did not move, and no audience was allowed to approach.

The Martial Cultivator s who came to watch did not care, in any case, with everyone's eyesight, they could see even if they were a kilometer or two away.

Zhan Tianming was also very experienced.

If this was the Earth of his previous life, without the telescope, he wouldn't be able to clearly see the martial arts competition.

As for Martial Cultivator of the Nine Dragons Continent, because they were cultivating, their vision was extremely good.

Here, there is no such thing as myopia.

Even if it was an ordinary person, their vision would still be very good.

Everyone's emotions had already started to surge with excitement as their gazes completely landed on the five arenas.

After all, the second round of the competition was definitely more exciting than the first round. Those who were able to make it to this round of the competition, none of the Martial Cultivator were weak.

Unless they met someone who didn't have a chance to win, there was a possibility that they would be wiped out.

Zhan Tianming selected four groups.

Wei Jiang had also drawn the fourth group.

He shook his head and laughed bitterly: "Brother Tianming, since I have been assigned to your group, I think I will have no chance of advancing."

Zhan Tianming said: "Just do your best, what are you thinking so much for?"

"Mm, not bad. I'll do my best. " Wei Jiang nodded.

In fact, Wei Jiang's cultivation level was not considered high, only at the level of a Seven Stars Martial Master. However, after he consumed the Dragon Tiger God Bone Pill that was given by Zhan Tianming, which was a 100% effectiveness Fusion Rate, his physical strength broke through to the Semi-Draconic Force.

Otherwise, it would be difficult for Wei Jiang to reach this step with such ease.

But he also knew that his opponent would be even stronger in the second round.

In the first match of the second round, Zhan Tianming encountered a nine star Martial Master.

This time, he similarly had the thought of upgrading his basic martial skills.

Nine Dragons Finger!

Swish

Puff puff puff …

Maybe it was because he had seven basic skills to the Grand Perfection Realm, but when Zhan Tianming used the Nine Dragon Finger this time, his familiarity with it increased by a lot. In just half an hour, he had raised the level of the Nine Dragon Finger to the Grand Perfection Realm.

The dense crowd of spectators also excitedly shouted.

They had once again witnessed Zhan Tianming's martial skill going from the smallest to the most profound of levels. The shock in their hearts, was not inferior to seeing a miracle happen.

However, this shock made their hearts surge like a tide.

Once the Nine Dragons Finger, which was at the level of Grand Perfection, was used, Zhan Tianming easily defeated his opponent.

Although the man lost, he bowed towards Zhan Tianming in gratitude.

Wei Jiang was also lucky enough to defeat his first opponent.

Murong Tangtang, Ma Jiahui, Dugu Jian, Li Tianyu, Zhang Kaidao, Yu Weirong, Yan Hongchen, Zhan Ming, Chen Xi, Long Xufei and the others, had all easily defeated their opponents, and even Zhan Ming and his opponent had directly chosen to surrender, not daring to even enter the stage.

Zhan Ming's killing intent was too strong!

Facing him would cause him to be unable to breathe.

And Zhang Kaidao's methods were too cruel.

This kind of admitting defeat was very rare, but it happened twice in the first round.

The cycle ended.

Out of the four hundred Martial Cultivator s, only two hundred remained.

The second round of battles continued.

This time, Zhan Tianming chose to improve his proficiency in the Nine Dragon Sword Technique.

That sword was something he had borrowed from Feng Wushuang on a whim.

"Look quickly, for Zhan Tianming to be using his sword technique, the Swordsman is truly blessed."

"Haha …" I just like sword techniques. This time, I must take a good look. "

"Hey Old Wang, aren't you a blade cultivator?"

"I... Can't I change my sword practice? "

"…"

As Zhan Tianming stepped onto the stage, everyone's attention was immediately focused, their eyes filled with anticipation.

This time, would Zhan Tianming display the evolution of his sword technique again?

Everyone's hearts were filled with both shock and anticipation.

After all, Zhan Tianming had already displayed the level of evolution of the three sword skills, palm, and finger skills to everyone. If he displayed the sword skills again, there would be four of them.

Who had ever seen such a genius?

Even Yi Chen probably did not grasp any of the five Grand Perfection s, right?

In the arena.

Standing opposite of Zhan Tianming was a youth with a malicious face named Leng Jiang. His nose was hooked, and coupled with his pair of small eyes, he gave off the impression of a cruel and merciless person.

Looking at Zhan Tianming, Leng Jiang laughed: "Heh, heh! Zhan, you aren't thinking of using me to demonstrate the evolution of your sword technique, are you? "

Clang …

With that, Leng Jiang took out a soft sword from his waist.

The sword swayed, shining with a silver light.

Looking at the flexible sword in his hand, Leng Jiang laughed coldly: "Do you know? I haven't used a sword in three years. Now, seeing that you want to demonstrate the level of evolution of your sword technique in front of me, I feel extremely displeased. "

"Do you know why?"

Clang!

Just as he said that, the flexible sword in Leng Jiang's hand suddenly moved.

Swish

The sword was as fast as lightning.

A strand of cold light, directly struck towards Zhan Tianming's eyes with incomparable viciousness.

Zhan Tianming squinted.

"Grand Perfection Sword Art?"

Instantly, Zhan Tianming could clearly feel that Leng Jiang's sword technique had reached the Grand Perfection realm, which was far from what he could compare to his own level of 6. Furthermore, Leng Jiang's sword technique was probably also a Superior Grade Sword Art.

Flash!

His thoughts flashed, Zhan Tianming used the Nine Dragons Step technique and quickly dodged to the side to Leng Jiang's first sword strike.

At the same time, the long sword in his hand swung out.

Clang!

The long sword slashed on the flexible sword, but not only did it have no effect, the flexible sword was like a spirit serpent, trapping the sword in Zhan Tianming's hand in an instant. Following that, the sword tip was like a snake's head, quickly rushing towards Zhan Tianming's hand that was holding the sword.

Zhan Tianming immediately clapped his hands.

Buzz …

The sword qi rippled out, causing the flexible sword to loosen slightly. Then, the longsword hurriedly retracted.

"Wandering Dragon Return!"

Swish!

With each thrust, the sword pierced straight towards Leng Jiang's throat.

"Humph!" "It's full of holes." Leng Jiang laughed disdainfully.

In his eyes, an exquisite sword technique was like a child swinging a wooden sword, ugly to the point of death, and full of loopholes.

As long as he was willing, he could knock the sword out of Zhan Tianming's hand at any time.

However, he had the intention of playing cat and mouse, and a sinister light shone in his eyes.

"Little scum, let's see how I'll torture you to death."