Chapter 22 The Battle of the Five Seats (Part 2)

(Chinese medicine is so bitter)

This year's Genius Tournament was co-organized by the three first-class forces of Giant Axe Sect, Black Light Sect and Shadowmist Sect, and the prizes were naturally shared by the three first-class forces.

According to the ideas of the three first-class forces, no matter what, the five seats should each occupy one, so that it is not a loss.

Now only the Shadowmist Gate can reach it. The Giant Axe Gate and the Black Light Gate are really at a loss. It feels like making wedding clothes for others.

With the defeat of the white-robed youth from the Giant Axe Sect, the five seats were confirmed.

Mysterious youth Qingchen, Yunlong Dynasty Chen Zong, Yinguang Dynasty Chi Changfeng, Nine Eagles Dynasty Xiao Mingjin, and San Feicheng Yingwumen fog shadow.

"Congratulations to the five, for being included in the five seats, your names will be engraved on the Three Vicious Battle Monument, and your name will last forever." Keizi smiled again and again.

Five seats can be rewarded, and their names can also be engraved on the battle monument. Next, the ranking among the five seats is divided, the higher the better.

"In the battle of the five seats, everyone has a chance to challenge, or they can abstain. The challenge will start from the fifth seat." As soon as Keiko's voice fell, the fog shadow of the Shadow Mist Gate stood up, with a smile on her face, as soft as a silhouette Shui Bo's eyes flowed and slowly passed over the crowd.

It was only after the first battle that the fog shadow knew that none of the four were easy to deal with.

As his eyes rolled around, Haze pondered.

The young man in white robe and the young man in black attire are similar in combat power to him, but they are not the opponents of Chi Changfeng and Xiao Mingjin. The combat power is indeed good, but what they defeated was only a five-star combat power, so it was unclear how deep it was.

"I challenge..." The seductive red lips parted slightly: "Second seat."

"Please come to the stage." Keiko laughed.

Wu Ying's eyes are like water, as if to see through Chen Zong in front of him.

"Brother Chen Zong, please be merciful later." The red lips parted slightly, and he spit out a few words softly like a trickle of water, with an indescribable temptation.

Chen Zong didn't answer, he just smiled slightly, with firm will and a little temptation, he couldn't shake his heart.

Haze seems to be slightly annoyed, but all of this is just made to confuse the opponent. He shot in an instant, and between Haze's figure swaying, it seems like a wisp of smoke swaying,

Chen Zong suddenly moved to the left, and a ray of cold light passed through him.

Like walking between swords, lights, swords, and shadows, the cold light is like a rainstorm, but it has never been able to hit Chen Zong.

"You can advance and retreat freely between square inches..." Qingchen's eyes flashed brightly, but there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth. This requires absolute control of his own strength, as well as a precise grasp of the surrounding area.

After consecutive shots, the fog shadow was unable to hit Chen Zong at all, and he realized that there was a clear gap between himself and Chen Zong, and immediately burst out with stronger combat power.

The fog is heavy, covering the surrounding, it seems that there are phantoms wandering around, and the shuttle is uncertain, a cold light flickers in it, and the name of the fog comes from this.

In all directions, they were all surrounded, as if there was no way to enter the sky, but Chen Zong was not flustered.

Without entering the realm of enlightenment, there is always some reservation. The red thunder sword was unsheathed, turned into a red lightning, and swept through the mist.

Vaguely, there seems to be a symphony of gold and iron.

Haze's movement is very peculiar. When it is used, it can bring fog and phantoms into it, making people fall into it. It is difficult to distinguish east, west, north and south, and it is difficult to capture the real body. It can only passively dodge and resist attacks.

But Chen Zong's perception is amazing. Even if he closes his eyes, he can keenly perceive the fluctuations around him.

As long as the opponent moves, it will naturally drive the flow of air, and the flow of air will make Chen Zong feel it and respond accordingly.

Haze's combat power is in the mid-6-star stage, while Chen Zong's combat power without using the secret technique is in the late-7-star stage. , and did not use dual swords, the combat power is not yet seven-star, only six-star late, to deal with this fog, it is enough for now.

Chen Zong flicked his wrist, and the sword light poured out like a torrential rain, sharp and tyrannical, like the sky breaking through the clouds, tearing and smashing the fog.

The fog shadow only felt that there were sword lights in front of him, and every sword light was so tyrannical that it could tear himself apart and had to deal with it with all his strength.

The weapon used by the fog shadow is a dagger.

However, in just a few short fights, the fog shadow was at a disadvantage and was directly suppressed by Chen Zong, unable to find any chance to counterattack.

With a sword in hand, Chen Zong has never moved half a minute. That sword seems to spread to any part of the battlefield, and there is nowhere to hide. Every sword must have all the strength of the fog to be able to resist it. A single sword made the fog shadow exhausted.

Strong, really strong.

Everyone could see at a glance that the gap between Haze and Chen Zong was huge.

One does his best, the other takes his time.

Haze's movement and attack have already been seen through by Chen Zong, so how can she compete with Chen Zong.

The last sword, playing like a thunderbolt, was fast to the extreme, and the fog shadow only felt a red light passing by in front of him, which exceeded his own reaction speed.

The tyrannical force broke out, the whole person flew out, and fell to the battlefield irresistibly.

The rule for losing a battle is to be beaten so hard that you can't get up, be beaten to death, or admit defeat yourself.

Haze was knocked off the stage by Chen Zongyi's sword, and he lost.

All aspects of this talent competition are not perfect, so everyone has only one chance to challenge, and it may not be able to fully reflect their personal strength, nor is it exciting enough, but the current regulations are like this.

A chance, if you win, you win, if you lose, you lose.

The fog shadow challenged Chen Zong and lost, which meant that she could only rank fifth, unless someone challenged her and was defeated by her.

However, according to the current situation, the combat power of the other four is stronger than that of the fog shadow, and it is impossible to be defeated by her.

"Congratulations to Chen Zong for securing your seat." Hui Ziyue smiled and looked at Xiao Mingjin: "Now, it's the fourth seat's turn to challenge."

"I'll challenge you." Just now, Xiao Mingjin watched and pondered. He had already made a decision. His eyes passed over Chi Changfeng and Chen Zong, and fell on Qingchen's face.

"Okay." Qing Chen smiled, calm and graceful.

"This Xiao Mingjin's combat power is at least in the late six-star stage or even higher."

"Maybe it's a six-star peak, otherwise it's impossible to defeat White Axe so easily."

"This Qingchen is even more mysterious and completely invisible."

"It must be a six-star combat power, but I don't know what level it is at six-star?"

In the sound of guessing, Xiao Mingjin and Qingchen landed on the battle stage of the three evils one after another.

"I can't see through your strength, so at the beginning, I will do my best." Xiao Mingjin said sternly, his hands swept past his waist, put on black gloves, and spread his arms and fingers, as if he could embrace a Mountains seem to be able to withstand the impact of mountains.

"A sensible approach." Qing Chen smiled slightly, and there was an amazing confidence in his calm tone.

"Accept." As soon as the voice fell, Xiao Mingjin's whole body seemed to be bombarded by a meteorite, and the extremely strong breaking wind howled, like a 100-meter tide slamming down, with a mighty momentum.

In the roar, Xiao Mingjin's inner strength was like rolling waves, surging, and the light blue waves surging and surging on the surface of the body, all of them went to his arms, as if the sound of the tide was higher than a while, in his arms. Under the driving force, it turned into the most violent waves, and the shocking waves hit the shore with thousands of waves.

Before the palms could reach, the terrifying palm pressure had already squeezed the air in front to the extreme, pressing down like fine steel, the hard battle platform cracked, and the cracks moved forward rapidly, making a crisp cracking sound.

Under Xiao Mingjin's palms, Qingchen even had difficulty breathing, and even couldn't take in air, but Qingchen's expression was still indifferent, without the slightest panic.

When Xiao Mingjin's palms were about to slap Zhong Qingchen's body, Qingchen moved.

The right hand is raised, it seems to be very slow, the trajectory is clearly visible, the five fingers are together and the palm is raised, and the arm is straight, facing Xiao Mingjin who is charging with a violent momentum.

Then, at the moment when Xiao Mingjin's terrifying palm pressure struck, Qingchen's right palm trembled slightly, and an irresistible force burst out in an instant.

With a bang, the entire battle platform seemed to be shaking, and everyone's heart suddenly jumped.

The steel-like palm was pressed under Qingchen's palm, without any resistance, it was directly smashed, as if the ceramics were smashed, making a clicking sound.

The invisible palm print collided with Xiao Mingjin's palms, Xiao Mingjin's complexion suddenly changed greatly, and his body seemed to expand in a circle, and his strength became stronger.

The roar was like thunder, earth-shattering, and the hard slabs below shattered in an instant, and were impacted by the force to a centimeter.

Qingchen's figure leaned back slightly, like a bamboo that was bent backwards in a storm, suddenly rebounded and slapped again.

There was a faint azure light on the palm of the hand, and the edge of the azure light seemed to be like a serrated needle, which could pierce everything that was hard and flexible, and nothing could stop it.

Under the collision, Xiao Mingjin was already a little hard to resist, so he had to take two steps back to release his force. The moment he had just regained his strength and prepared to launch the second attack, Qingchen's palm had already bombarded.

The voice was sharp, as if the magic sound was pouring into the brain, almost tearing the scalp and twisting the brain into chaos, causing Xiao Mingjin's complexion to change greatly, his brows frowned, very uncomfortable, his mental will was disturbed, and his highly concentrated strength was somewhat unstable.

The masters competed, and in just one breath, with a slight fluctuation of strength, Xiao Mingjin's shot was obviously affected, and when Qingchen's palm slapped, Xiao Mingjin could only resist in a hurry.

This kind of resistance was only defeated by Qingchen's azure palm in an instant, and he drove straight in. After shaking his palms, it was directly printed on Xiao Mingjin's chest.

The moment the palm hit Xiao Mingjin's chest, all the blue light was restrained.

Like a drum beat, the sound entered everyone's ears, causing their hearts to thump involuntarily. Xiao Mingjin could only feel a force rushing into his chest from the palm of his hand. All the resistance forces in his body disintegrated, as if smashing his muscles, bones, and muscles, but in an instant, half of his body lost consciousness and became paralyzed.