About the fact that I only have one move to clear the customs

In the next moment, Wang Bo, who was like a frightened bird, groaned in pain, and immediately rolled to the ground, begging for mercy!

Ning Fan smiled slightly, his body stopped in front of him, and he stopped moving.

This guy was restless, and he was captured by Ning Fan's powerful aura. He and Liu Qing had such a good relationship, and he had already expected that they would exchange information. Ning Fan's sword yesterday had already left seeds of fear in his heart. .

So now, Ning Fan only needs to use the icy sword energy of Youquan Sword, which is enough to break his mind!

You don't even have to draw your sword!

"The winner of this round, Daybreak Guild, Ning Fan!" the referee said loudly.

"Wow!" The audience shook again.

"Why are you begging for mercy? What happened?"

"Who knows? Anyway, I still haven't seen clearly how he made the sword. Like yesterday, it just flickered and the game was over."

"It's amazing, I didn't see clearly, this guy's speed is too fast?!"

……

There was a lot of discussion outside the arena, and Ning Fan had already returned to his seat, winning the cheers of a deacon from the Daybreak guild next to him!

On the other side, Wang Bo dragged his heavy body back to the auditorium, and Chen Zihan beside him said lightly:

"waste."

Wang Bo's face turned pale, as if he had been seriously injured by Ning Fan's ice-cold sword energy, but in fact he was seriously frightened by himself.

"He's been thrown out of the sword at all, so you admit defeat, are you so afraid?" Chen Zihan said leisurely.

"I..." Wang Bu was covered in cold sweat, his lips were wet, and he was speechless.

Liu Qing on the side patted him on the shoulder and gave him a look that I understood you, which made Wang Bo feel better.

The next few games also had no suspense. People were even more curious about Ning Fan's strength. Watching other people's games made them drowsy, and they just wanted to see Ning Fan's performance in the next game.

Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon at the Hogan Sword Discussion Conference, people would not believe that no one could force out Ning Fan's full strength.

Fang Ritu, Yisan, and Zhang Xuanying haven't met yet, and the wonderful things are yet to come!

Finally, all sixteen games were played, and Wang Chao, holding the No.17 brand, was eager to try, and it was finally his turn!

"Okay, today's round of competition is over, please prepare well for the seventeen contestants who have advanced to tomorrow's one-on-one knockout match!"

The referee got up and said loudly, Wang Chao looked confused, seventeen contestants advanced, does that mean he was directly advanced?

The other contestants who advanced also had this doubt. A deacon of Yuqing Palace asked loudly: "Didn't you only play sixteen games? How come there are seventeen contestants who advanced?!"

The referee replied:

"Because through the first round of competition, a total of 81 contestants advanced to the Honan Sword Competition, so in the second round of the five-person group competition, there will be one contestant who has no opponent and will advance directly!"

"Damn!" The man from Yuqing Palace said in astonishment:

"Since the competition system is like this, why not explain it in advance? And everyone must know who is the one who will advance directly?"

"Yes!"

"that is!"

Everyone echoed one after another, and the field suddenly became noisy.

The referee said loudly:

"This time the promotion is Wang Chao from the Daybreak Guild."

"Why is it him? I suspect that your organizer is cheating!" The people in Yuqing Palace were immediately unhappy!

"Yeah, why is it him? Is it a default decision? Fair and open? With this kind of black box operation, why should everyone be convinced, why should the guild alliance pass the resolution?!"

The crowd was furious, and the noise became louder and louder. Several referees looked at each other, not knowing how to explain it. The numbers on the badges were changed by themselves, and they didn't know who would get the bye.

"Okay." The God of the White Tiger in a platinum-gold white robe floated in the air, and said leisurely:

"The participating cards are personally provided by the game system. Each round will automatically arrange the numbers according to the rules and the number of people who have advanced. It is not under anyone's control. If you don't believe it, in this venue, every participant Hold up the sign in your hand to witness the allocation of players for the next round."

Everyone nodded, the God of the White Tiger said so, and it was indeed public enough to do so.

All contestants came to the field under the guidance of the referee.

Everyone raised their participating cards, and the numbers on the cards began to change.

There are nine numbers from one to nine.

Fang Ritu was one, Ning Fan was two with another short-haired man, and the rest Chen Zihan, Yi San, and Zhang Xuanying were five, six, and seven, each with their own opponents.

In the end, Wang Chao's number was nine, which was singled out again, and there was no opponent's number.

"Hahahaha!" Wang Chao laughed out loud, "Who is the Chosen One, don't I need to say more?"

The remaining three contestants in Yuqing Palace looked quite upset, but the result was like this. Everyone witnessed the random changes in the numbers, and it was true that no one did anything.

Besides, even if people from the Hall of Stars do something, shouldn't they do it for their own people?It is more or less illogical for Wang Chao of the Breaking Dawn Guild to have byes again and again.

"What are you proud of? God bless the disabled, until the next round, you should lose or lose, but it will be a matter of time!" A person named Yi Jiu from Yuqing Palace said angrily.

"Hey!" Wang Chao was even more proud, and the more frustrated some people were, the happier he was.

In a blink of an eye, the second day, the third round, the real knockout match is about to start!

The first battle is Fang Ritu's battle, and her opponent is Yijiu from Yuqing Palace.

Yijiu was expected to enter the top eight, but when he met Fang Ritu, everyone knew that he was basically gone, which was why he was so angry yesterday.

Wang Chao's guy, just relying on luck, can directly advance to the next round. What's the difference between lying and winning?

And he, who was originally strong and expected to go further in the Honan Sword Discourse Conference, stopped in the top [-] due to luck. Such a difference made him very angry!

"Fangsu Xingjun, please advise!" Yijiu felt sad and angry, but the competition was even more competitive. Even if he faced a stronger peer, he would not surrender out of fear. If he didn't really compete, who would know whether he would win or not? pass?Who knows where the gap between the two sides is?

So he won't admit defeat, he wants to be real, show all his strength, and come to a hearty fight to prove that he has been here!

"The domain is blooming!..." Yi Nine let out a roar, and the surrounding environment began to change.

Fang Ritu smiled slightly, stretched out her white jade hand, and the six-pointed star circle emerged, this time she changed it to a press, and pressed it towards Yijiu, as if it touched some mechanism in the void, a white light appeared again!

This time, the light stared at it for a long time, and the spectators vaguely saw that it was a white lion made of light.

Then... Yijiu's domain has not yet fully bloomed, but has been flooded with white light.