Violent Martial Soul System

The referee didn't give the two people time to bicker, and called to start.

"call out!"

The young man didn't talk nonsense, he rushed forward with a stride, and the long sword went straight to Zhao Feng's throat.

Zhao Feng held the sky blade and stood there, waiting for the opponent to approach.

"die!"

The young man's eyes flickered, and the long sword in his hand suddenly flashed, transforming into three afterimages and attacking.

"Small tricks."

Zhao Feng thought to himself, he turned his foot, and then the Heavenly Blade stabbed out lightly.

"Hiss!"

The sky blade pierced the young man's shoulder, and then he felt a huge impact in his chest, and his whole body was thrown backwards.

Although this young man is a Six Star Martial Ancestor just like Zhao Feng, but don't forget that Zhao Feng is a Nine Extreme Realm warrior, moreover, he has various combat forms, and the speed of his moves is not comparable to that of ordinary people.

The young man flew upside down, his eyes widened, his feet dragged on the ground, and he managed to stabilize after being sent flying tens of meters.

But the next moment, his eyes widened, because Zhao Feng had already charged up.

"Boom!"

The young man's chest was hit again, this time, he fell directly under the ring.

"Number ten wins!"

announced the referee.

The young man under the arena gave Zhao Feng a vicious look. Five seconds ago, he had just uttered harsh words to beat Zhao Feng off the arena.

Unexpectedly, five seconds later, he rolled off the ring by himself.

This is really a slap in the face!

Zhao Feng defeated one player and successfully entered the second round of the second group.

The second round of competition will start immediately, but the number of people is odd, so one person will have a bye.

The seven each drew a lot,

The bye is number one.

The competition continued, and soon it was Zhao Feng's turn again. This time, his opponent was a five-star Martial Ancestor, and he won easily.

After the second round, there were only four people left in the second group, all four were six-star Wuzong, and the number was equal.

After two games, the first place in the second group was drawn.

Without any accident, the first place is Zhao Feng.

"No. 10 in the second group, you won the first place in the second group. You remember a number now. Later in the second round of the conference, you will be number two."

The referee said to Zhao Feng.

"clear!"

Zhao Feng nodded.

The battle in the second group ended relatively quickly, and those warriors who were defeated also shook their heads helplessly, and then walked towards the stands.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhao Feng stood on the ring and looked at the other groups.

The competitions of other groups have also come to an end, and almost all the masters of the six-star Wuzong are fighting.

At this time, he set his sights on a young man.

"A six-star Martial Ancestor who is fifteen or sixteen years old, can also master a high-level body martial skill? It seems to be a four-level martial artist?"

Zhao Feng frowned slightly.

This boy was in the final battle of the ten groups. When Zhao Feng frowned, the boy just pressed the long sword in his hand against the opponent's throat.

win!

"It seems to be a child of a certain family."

Zhao Feng thought for a while, but didn't pay much attention.

He understood that the Martial Arts Conference jointly held by the three sects was not to give benefits to others, but to recruit disciples.

After all, not all geniuses joined sects, and some practiced in their own families.

A few minutes later, the first place in the last group was also decided, a total of ten people.

Afterwards, Zhao Feng and the ten people came to the big arena in the middle of the arena.

"Ten of you, rest for ten minutes. After ten minutes, the second round of fighting will begin."

Just like that, all ten people found a place to sit cross-legged on the edge of the ring and began to rest.

Zhao Feng didn't care, and directly took out a few Yuanbu Pills to restore Yuanli to its peak state.

However, at this moment, Zhao Feng suddenly saw a disciple of Hai Lingzong talking with the boy from the tenth group just now.

"Could it be that this boy is a descendant of someone from the Hailing Sect?"

Zhao Feng guessed in his heart, he remembered that those who participated in the Martial Dao Conference could not be disciples of the Three Sects.

But this is not surprising, the children of the guardians and elders of the Sea Spirit Sect, Night Spirit Sect, and Star Spirit Sect do not necessarily have to join the sect.

Ten minutes passed quickly, and the other nine people had almost recovered. Next, the highlight.

Among the ten of them, someone will get the Shenyuan Pill, and the rewards for the second and third place are also very good.

Zhao Feng got up slowly because he saw the referee coming.

The referee was also an inner disciple of Hai Lingzong. He took a look at the ten people, and then took out a wooden box. This time, Zhao Feng's ten people did not need to draw lots, but the referee.

The referee drew two lots and said, "No. 3 vs. No. 7!"

Immediately afterwards, the two came to the stage.

All ten people are six-star Wuzong with the same realm, so the battle is likely to be fierce. The audience in the three surrounding stands also opened their eyes and watched with great interest.

"let's start!"

At the order of the referee, the two on the ring began to fight.

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

The sound of weapons colliding continued to sound, and the battle was very intense.

The eight people under the ring also watched carefully.

Because of these two people, maybe they can meet.

If you can take a second look now and find the flaws, it will be very helpful for the next battle.

After about a minute, the first game was decided, and number three won.

In the second round, No. 1 vs. No. 8.

The battle lasted about one minute, and number eight won immediately.

In the third game, No. 4 vs. No. 6, No. 4 wins.

In the fourth game, No. 5 vs. No. 10.

This time, Zhao Feng paid more attention, because the tenth young man who possessed advanced martial skills of heavenly rank was quite good.

There is no doubt that No. 10 won this game.

Then, Zhao Feng's No. 2 will face No. 9.

"Number two, number nine, come on stage!"

The referee said loudly.

Zhao Feng stepped onto the ring, holding a sky blade.

His opponent is an old man.

Although both of them are six-star martial arts sects, the old man looks seventy years old and has practiced more than fifty years more than Zhao Feng, so Zhao Feng guessed that this old man's swordsmanship must be very good.

"Young man, it's your misfortune to meet me."

The old man said with a smile.

"Hehe, I'll return this to you as it is."

Zhao Feng also said with a smile.

"A newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger. Since this is the case, let's see the truth!"

The old man gripped the long sword tightly with his withered hands.

"start!"

The referee's voice sounded, and the two figures on the field swept out almost at the same time.

Facing such an opponent, Zhao Feng didn't dare to be careless, and directly used the magic wind sword technique.

However, what surprised him was that the old man used the magic wind sword technique!

"Oh? It's also the magic wind sword technique? Haha, I'm really sorry."

The old man laughed.

After Zhao Feng was slightly taken aback, he said with a half-smile, "Really..."

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