The system takes me to pretend

Xiao Yingying was defeated.

Even if she advanced to the early stage of the middle stage, she still lost to Xixi, who was in the early stage of the high stage.

Many people felt sorry for this, and some suitors even came to comfort Xiao Yingying.

On the other hand, Xiao Yingying didn't feel lost at all because of this.

Naturally, there are winners and losers in the competition. Losing can only mean that she is not strong enough, and it doesn't mean anything.

Moreover, there will be a rematch next, as long as they win the rematch, they can still enter the top ten and get the qualification to be an instructor.

Zhang Chunqiu and the others stared at She Te Xixi who came down from the competition stage, secretly startled.

If Shete Xixi hadn't shown all her strength on the No. 3 competition stage before, then they really might not be able to defeat each other.

In the eyes of some fans, Sheltie Sisi is already invincible.

"I'm afraid only Su Baigao or Mo Haoshao can defeat him?" Chen Guajiang whispered.

Next, it's the competition on No. 4 martial arts platform.

The two sides in the battle, Mo Haoshao and Wei Shengzhe.

Everyone was staring at the two people on the competition stage intently, their hearts surging.

The strength of Mo Haoshao is obvious to all, and it is recognized as the number one.

Although Su Hao took the first place in the previous two rounds of assessment, it could not conceal his power at all.

However, Wei Shengzhe is not a fuel-efficient lamp.

It is said that his strength is actually comparable to that of Mo Yaoshao, and the two are still friends.

In a battle between friends, who is stronger and who is weaker really makes people daydream.

On the martial arts competition stage, Wei Shengzhe looked at Mo Haoshao and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that we would meet. Today, we must have a good fight."

"It's exactly what I want." Young Master Mo Jue stood up indifferently, and said in a deep voice: "You and I have known each other for five years, and there has been no winner or loser. Today, let's just decide who is better."

"Okay!" Wei Shengzhe squinted his eyes, sucked in the void, and the spiritual power in his dantian surged out, like a sharp knife, waving down in mid-air, the momentum was so strong that people couldn't even open their eyes.

As soon as Mo Yao took his hand, the sword flashed like a stream of light, and it produced a mighty force like a torrent of steel, cutting off the sharp blade directly.

"call out!"

Jian Guang cut off the sharp blade without losing speed at all, and killed Wei Shengzhe at the original speed.

"Crack!" Wei Shengzhe used his hand as a knife, and slashed fiercely from top to bottom.

The sword energy burst immediately.

Then, he took out a red knife from the storage bag and held it in his hand.

In a trance, an invisible force rushed out of the knife and mixed with Wei Shengzhe.

"Shhhhhh!"

When Wei Shengzhe moved his sword, three illusory giant blades appeared in front of him immediately.

Quietly, pouring into the void.

When he reappeared, he had already appeared in front of Young Master Mo.

"The saber technique has improved." Mo Yaoshao chuckled, and quickly swung the sword in his hand.

The sword body of this sword is made of black iron, revealing a faint cold light, and the hilt is a golden dragon carving case, which looks extremely majestic under the sunlight.

With a flick of his wrist, the sword is like a white snake spitting out letters, hissing and piercing the wind, and it is also like a swimming dragon shuttle, walking around, sometimes light like a swallow, and the sword rises, sometimes like lightning, falling leaves collapse.

Where the blade swung across, a shadow of the sword appeared.

From the courtyard of a silver light, Wanli has swallowed the blood of the Huns!

"The Sword of Fallen Leaves!" The faces of those who witnessed this scene suddenly changed, and they exclaimed in surprise.

This sword technique is a high-grade martial skill in the Sutra Pavilion organized by Yaolong, it is very difficult to understand, once you learn it, you can cut the world with your sword and be invincible.

It's just that very few people have comprehended the mysteries of it. Judging from Mo Yaoshao's swordsmanship, it seems that he has only just started, and obviously he has not fully comprehended it.

However, being able to use the embryonic form also represented how talented Mo Yaoshao was.

A sword fell, and all three illusory giant blades were wiped out.

"Shh!"

The void was a little turbulent, and the figure of Wei Shengzhe slowly appeared in front of Mo Yaoshao. The red knife shone with a strange light in front of his eyes, which seemed to be able to confuse people's spiritual wisdom.

Don't bully your toes, when your long sleeves are fluttering, the sword moves in all directions, Huo Ruyi shoots nine sunsets, moves like a group of emperors and dragons fly, comes like a thunderbolt and absorbs wrath, stops like a river and sea with clear light, like dancing between the vast heaven and earth, magnificent.

"Chong!"

The swords collided and sparks shot out.

A few cold lights swayed in the air, like lightning passing by, dazzling people's eyes.

Mo Yao Shao's sword posture is agile and elegant, the tip of the sword is sometimes erratic, and sometimes it is concise, the sword is so soft that it seems that it cannot disturb the waves of the water, flowing clouds and flowing water, coherent and free and easy.

Wei Shengzhe's saber is fierce and windy, swaying vertically and horizontally with light steps, as if walking against the wind, the aura of the saber suddenly surged like a rainbow, piercing the clouds and piercing the sun, opening and closing, like an angry wave rolling in frost and snow, swift and fierce .

One knife and one sword, fighting fiercely in mid-air, fighting heartily, exhilarating.

"This Wei Shengzhe, how could he be [-]/[-] with Mo Bully?" One person witnessed this scene, his eyes widened.

Obviously, in his memory, no one had ever fought such a fierce battle with Mo Bashao.

Another person interjected: "You may not know that Wei Shengzhe and Mo Haoshao come from the same city, and they are running for the same dream for the same woman. Whoever can fulfill this dream first will be able to become that woman's boyfriend." , Therefore, the two are both friends and rivals in love."

"real or fake?"

"Of course it's fake, I made it up."

"Grass mud horse, get out!"

………………

On the martial arts arena, there were countless sword lights and sword lights, and those who stared at it for a long time had gray eyes.

"Ding!"

With a crisp sound, the two figures separated and fought against each other.

"Wind knife!" Wei Shengzhe shouted, tapped his toes, rose into the air, turned around, his long hair flew like a waterfall, and the red knife drew several wind blades in the air, rushing towards Mo Haoshao.

Mo Yaoshao stood where he was, and didn't dodge, but a gleam like a sharp sword gushed out of the opponent's dark eyes.

This brilliance seems to be able to pierce the sky, float across the sea of ​​clouds, turbulent and changing.

At this time, Young Master Mo was filled with an aura, an aura like countless fiery swords.

His eyes were extremely deep, as if in his eyes, there was nothing but a sword.

With a sudden swing of the long sword, innumerable amounts of sword energy cut out silently, instantly flooding the entire competition arena.

His sword light seemed to turn into a silver moon, illuminating the entire martial arts arena brightly.

Each of his swords is like the casting of the sky. It seems simple, but it is complicated, because his sword is like several swords.

A sword is as towering as a mountain, and a sword is as oceanic as water, fluttering over the palace city.

It's like walking in the courtyard, watching the flowers bloom and fall, and the clothes are fluttering, and there is an indescribable sense of elegance.

"Is this the Elegant Sword?" On the high platform, Lu Yiling shrank his eyes, extremely shocked.

Like the Sword of Fallen Leaves, the Sword of Elegance is also an extremely difficult sword technique to comprehend in the Sutra Pavilion. Once learned, it will definitely shake the world.

This Mo Haoshao, not only stepped into the threshold of the Sword of Fallen Leaves, but also touched the height of the Sword of Elegance, he is simply a genius.

While amazed, the swords on the competition stage were radiant, the swords were smooth and unrestrained, the swings were chic, and they were suddenly back and forth, moving more and stopping less, very colorful.

A kind of aloof coldness swept across the entire competition arena.

The cold wind and the moon are boundless, the sword's edge is like a flash, killing one person in ten steps, and never stopping a thousand miles away.

Wei Shengzhe's wind blade was wiped out by Jianguang in an instant.

"Pfft!"

With the sound of flesh breaking, Wei Shengzhe's figure flew upside down like a kite with a broken string.

Blood splattered from the wound, drawing a line of blood in the air.

The red knife also fell outside.

Wei Shengzhe, lost!

Everyone was shocked!

The Fallen Leaf Sword and the Elegant Sword are both deployed, who can defeat Mo Yaoshao?

"Such a strong swordsmanship, this Mo Haoshao is really powerful." Xi prayed in a rare way to exclaim.

The flowing sword made him feel his heart tremble.

If it is a real battle, it may not be possible to take over.

No wonder he is the top genius of the Yaolong organization, with such strength, he can already approach the middle stage of transformation.

"No matter how strong your swordsmanship is, you can still crush it with a single punch!" Shelt Xixi clasped her hands on her chest without any fear.

In his eyes, there is no opponent that can make him fear.

Amidst all kinds of discussions, Young Master Mo Yao slowly stepped off the stage, helped Wei Shengzhe up, and walked aside.

"I didn't expect your swordsmanship to reach this level. I am convinced that I lost this match." Wei Shengzhe's face was pale, but his smile did not fade at all.

It is a kind of happiness, watching friends surpass their own happiness.

Young Master Mo bullied and said with a light smile: "Your sword skills are also good, let's do a few tricks together later."

"Definitely!" Wei Shengzhe nodded.

While the two were talking, Pu Nian had already entered the No. 5 competition stage.

His opponent is Yuan Yang, who is in the top ten of the 15th-level members, and is very strong.

Pu Nian holds a spear in his hand, looks at Yuan Yang, and suddenly smiles: "Three years ago, when I first joined the Yaolong organization, I lost to you in the reserve assessment competition. Today, I never expected to meet you again."

"Yes." Yuan Yang's tone was a bit sad.

"After three years, we are fighting again. I hope you and I will do our best to live up to this opportunity."

"No problem!" Pu Nian nodded, and said in a deep voice: "The last time we competed, you and I won within three moves, this time, the same three moves, how about it?"

"No problem!" Yuan Yang did not refuse at all.

He and Pu Nian are evenly matched in strength, and it only takes a few moves to really tell the winner.

"Then let's fight!" Pu Nian turned the spear in his hand, and drew it from bottom to top, and saw a long rainbow brushing across the martial arts platform, as fast as lightning.

Yuan Yang's movement was also swift, like a stream of silver light, and he stood with Pu Nian in an instant.

"Shhhhh!"

In mid-air, two figures intersected one after another, the combination of virtual and real, making people's eyes dazzled.

Suddenly, Pu Nian swung his spear horizontally, cutting off half of Yuan Yang's clothes.

When Yuan Yang retreated, a thread knife quietly appeared in his hand, flashed by, and came back with a drop of blood.

On the other hand, Pu Nian had a scar on his face.

In the face-to-face meeting just now, the two were evenly matched, and their speeds were evenly matched, and neither of them took advantage.