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"Very good, the six of you will continue with the arena advancement competition!" The competition this time around was very short, but it was not over yet.

"Everyone will accept the challenge from the other five! The final victor will directly enter the top ten ranks! " The middle-aged man quickly explained the rules. In fact, the rules were similar and everyone had a general idea of what was going on. The referee's words immediately caused everyone to ponder.

Qi Xing noticed that three out of the five were disciples of other sects, with the exception of Qi Xing. Only a nineteen year old young rogue cultivator remained. There were a total of six people. In other words, they had to participate in fifteen matches. The first person on the stage was a sect disciple. This person allowed him to wield two blades in one hand, and walked the path of opening and closing. His internal force was abnormally thick and his foundation was very solid.

"Who's going up on stage?" This person let out a shout on the stage. He looked at the other four with a gaze filled with provocation. As for the Qi Xing, this person directly filtered it out.

"I am here to seek your guidance!" Surprisingly, the only rogue cultivator was the first to speak. With that, he leaped onto the arena. Clasping his fist, he said, "I am Ding Ning!"

"Han Chao!" The young man returned the greeting. With a cautious expression, he began to walk around the arena. The oppressive aura had already started to gather in its place as Qi Xing stared unblinkingly at the arena.

Boom!" Almost at the same time, the two of them released their aura. As the judge gave the order, the two charged towards each other. Ling Li's sharp edge, as well as his domineering aura, instantly appeared on the stage. An invisible wave of air attacked the bodies of the crowd. Sparks flew in all directions as the crowd's blood boiled.

Ding Ning cut a huge hole in Han Chao's shirt. Han Chao also cut a strand of hair off Ding Ning's shoulder. The danger involved was hard to imagine. When this scene appeared in the eyes of the crowd below the stage, it instantly stirred up a wave of exclamations.

"Who do you think will win?" Someone began to discuss.

"Han Chao!" The sect disciples roared in excitement.

"I don't think so." A rogue cultivator was full of expectation for Ding Ning.

"Tsk, how could a mere rogue cultivator be a match for the disciples of our sect?" Someone said in disdain.

"Hmph, let's wait and see." The wandering martial artist no longer spoke, paying close attention to the scene on the arena stage.

The battle was in a stalemate. The two had already exchanged more than ten moves with each other. They used all sorts of ultimate moves. However, he didn't harm the other party in the slightest. They seemed to be evenly matched. However, if the stalemate lasted for a long time, then Ding Ning would definitely lose to Han Chao. This was a question of endurance. To put it bluntly, it was a problem of cultivation techniques. Ding Ning's accumulation of internal energy was not as many as Han's. Once his internal energy was depleted, Ding Ning would be defeated.

"Haha, this match is my first victory." Han Chao was overjoyed. Seeing Han Chao like that, a smile flashed across Ding Ning's face. If not for Qi Xing seeing it, Qi Xing would probably think Han Chao's victory was a foregone conclusion.

Ding Ning suddenly wielded his sword with both hands, and his inner strength instantly poured into his sword. Buzz! Buzz! The sword trembled. Ding Ning suddenly shouted, "Get down!" He waved the long sword in his hand. An invisible sword shadow appeared on the surface of the sword, wrapping itself around the sword inside. An unparalleled sword potential shot towards Han Chao.

Han Chao's face changed drastically, "You!" Without enough time to say anything, he held his two sabers horizontally in front of his chest. with a view to minimizing the damage. Bang! The two collided and a loud sound was heard. Han Chao was sent flying by Ding Ning's sword and landed on the ground. The crowd below was stunned. The battle, which had originally been an even match, had ended in the blink of an eye. It was a bit unbelievable. However, the truth was the truth. The rogue cultivators below immediately burst out in excited roars! It was as if he was even more excited than if he had won.

Next was another competition. Qi Xing was more serious than anyone else. To Qi Xing, this was an opportunity to study. And this opportunity only came once every three years. Naturally, he would treasure it greatly. As the competition progressed, everyone became even more excited and engrossed.

"I admit defeat!" Another battle passed. Qi Xing tidied up his clothes and walked towards the stage. Now it was time for Qixing to accept the challenge. If no one challenged him, then he would automatically claim victory. In fact, Qi Xing wanted to compete against the other five. If no one challenged him, then Qi Xing would directly enter the top ten rankings. Since that was the case, there would definitely be people who wanted to challenge their fellow peers.

Standing in front of Qi Xing was a disciple of the sect. He looked at Qi Xing with a relaxed expression. Qi Xing looked at the other party coldly, not saying a word.

"Yunshui Sect, Lu Ziren!" Seeing that Qi Xing didn't even have the basic etiquette, Lu Ziren snorted coldly.

Qi Xing's cold expression suddenly flashed with a ray of light! The killing intent almost instantly went out of control! How could this Qi Xing of the Cloudwater Sect forget about the Cloudwater Sect? How could it be forgotten?! Xie Yufang was a wicked woman! Cut his own face! Fill your wounds with salt and use honey to attract ants to nibble on them! How could he forget this bone piercing pain! How could he forget such humiliation!

The injury on Qi Xing's face healed before he even reached the Liu Men. With Liu Zhengnan's medicine, it was still very effective against ordinary wounds. However, the injuries etched into his heart could not be healed. If he wanted to be perfectly fine, he could only use blood to pay them back! Qi Xing said coldly. His voice was no longer calm, "Qi Xing!"

Swish! The moment the referee announced the start of the match, Lu Ren attacked first. Lu Ren, who had been keeping an eye on Qi Xing's battle, understood that he could only make the first move against Qi Xing. Otherwise, he would not have the chance to make a move! The sharp light on the edge of the sword flickered as it struck straight at Qi Xing.

The White Spirit Sword in Qi Xing's hand was instantly unsheathed! Stabbing! The piercing sound of friction entered everyone's ears. The back of Qi Xing Bai Ling sword was pressed tightly against Lu Ren's short sword. At the same time, he turned the longsword in his hand and slashed straight out. The sword was pointed straight at his neck!

"Damn it!" Lu Ziren's face fell.

The referee stood below the arena with a focused expression, constantly watching for any life-threatening incidents to occur. He could faintly feel a killing intent coming from Qi Xing.

Zi Ren wanted to dodge, but he was too fast for him to dodge. The heartless Lu Ziren quickly raised his left hand and placed it horizontally around his neck. "Hiss ?" Lu Ziren felt a sharp pain in his hand, and a wound appeared on his left hand. Does this guy want me to die? " However, before he could react, Qi Xing swung out again! The blinding white light was as pure and holy as snow, but it was a killing move!

Road Zi Ren's eyes were filled with despair. Fast, simply too fast. It was so fast that Lu Ziren could not even see Qi Xing's sword! However, his attack was right in front of him! Only now did he realize that the difference in strength between the two of them was too great!

Just as Lu Ziren was about to close his eyes and die, a streak of black suddenly appeared on the arena. Clang! "The sword of Qi Xing was deflected by the black shadow." Are you going to kill someone? " The referee coldly shouted and immediately pulled Qi Xing back from his hatred.

Qi Xing stood on the stage, quietly looking at Lu Ziren. He took a deep breath. Clang! Bai Ling sword returned to its scabbard and silently walked down the stage.

Lu Ziren was frightened out of his wits by Qi Xing. Only after seeing him step down from the stage did he let out a sigh of relief. The difference in strength was too great. Even if he lost, there was nothing he could do. But why was Qi Xing so hostile towards him? The person who couldn't figure out what was going on left as well. As for the other four, their hearts were filled with an incomparable bitterness. Arena number four had a genius among geniuses! Although they felt that they had no hope of advancing, they still wanted to fight a battle with Qi Xingchen. Let's see how big the gap is between us!