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After several gray-clothed disciples jumped out, Song Yifei also stepped on the ground, and landed on the iron chain like a star jumping.
Wow!
As soon as the feet fell, under the influence of gravity, the iron chain began to shake.
Looking down, at an altitude of nearly 100 meters, if you are a person who is afraid of heights, you may have already been frightened and your legs are weak.
Song Yifei is not afraid of heights, and he has the strength to be confident, so his mentality is not bad.
He took a deep breath, turned his inner energy, stepped forward continuously, and rushed forward like walking on flat ground, chasing the gray-clothed disciple in front of him.
There are too many disciples for the assessment, and if there is a slight delay, they may be buried in the crowd.
If he was dragged down because of this, there would be nowhere to cry.
Wow! Crash!
Seeing the people scrambling to step on the iron chains, the law enforcement disciples on the side showed disdain.
"I really don't know why the sect chose this place, the level here is too difficult for them!"
Some law enforcement disciples frowned and said doubtfully.
"These checkpoints are not prepared for them, but for the previous few disciples who have achieved great internal strength. These people are just incidental!"
"So that's it! With the strength of the few of them, it's still justified!"
"Speaking of the duties arranged this year, even I am a little excited!"
"Hehe! Don't tell me you want to give up the time of training to manage those trivial matters! For those who practice martial arts, strength is the foundation, so don't chase after the trivial!"
"I'm just talking! As long as we break through the innate, what job do we want!"
"Well! This is the truth!"
"Who do you think can win the first place in this assessment?"
The idle and boring law enforcement disciples discussed the results of the game.
"The first name must be born among the gray-clothed disciples. I am more optimistic about Ke Liang from the Five Dragon Palace. His Flying Swallow Step is close to a great achievement. It has been five years since the Nine Suns Kungfu broke through to a great achievement. Although he has been stuck on the seventh floor, but In terms of purity, no one can match it!"
"I am more optimistic about Fang Zong of Xianque Palace. I have fought against him in the last sect competition. Although his lightness kung fu and internal energy are not outstanding, his starry swordsmanship is remarkable. Reach the realm of great success!"
"The news about the two of you is too late. The first place in this competition must be Xu Yuanzheng from Dayue Palace!"
"Brother's words, isn't it too absolute?"
"Hehe! That's because you don't know that Xu Yuanzheng has broken through to the eighth level of Nine Yang Kung Fu!"
"What! Since you broke through the eighth floor, why bother to fight for this?"
"He made a breakthrough by relying on elixir, and his future potential is limited! In the area where the first name is allocated, even we are excited, let alone him!"
Just when several law enforcement disciples were discussing heatedly, Song Yifei had already reached the middle of the iron chain and caught up with the gray-clothed disciples who were at the forefront.
Huh! call!
The wind howled around him, and the strong wind made his long hair fly. The shaking range of the iron chain under his feet also far exceeded the starting position.
Song Yifei had to cheer up to avoid being thrown out accidentally.
Clang!
Just when Song Yifei was about to continue chasing him with all his strength, a figure carrying a sharp sword flashed over, and the light of the sword in the person's hand, like a nimble loach, enveloped the vitals of his body.
"My surname is Song, I didn't expect you to dare to catch up! If that's the case, how can I spare you lightly! Go to hell!"
With a sinister sneer on his face, Fang Zong jumped up with the help of the shaking of the iron chain, and attacked Song Yifei with his star swordsmanship.
"Junior Brother Fang! The sect prohibits disciples from killing each other. You are violating the sect's rules!"
Song Yifei smiled faintly, and used the Yunyou step he had practiced, dodging Fang Zong's attack, and jumped onto another iron chain.
"Ah! Ah! Don't pull me!"
"Who is jumping around there? Don't die!"
"No bouncing and shaking! No bouncing and shaking!"
The actions of Fang Zong and Song Yifei caused complaints from the disciples behind.
For them, it is very difficult to get to the end, and now there are shameless people who make it more difficult for them, it is crazy! !
"The Shimen only said that they can't fight each other, but they didn't say that they couldn't attack each other! I know the rules of the school much better than you! Song, you are doomed today!"
Faced with the complaints from his colleagues behind him, Fang Zong had no intention of letting go. He jumped in the air and attacked Song Yifei again.
Clang!
Seeing Fang Zong's stubbornness, Song Yifei could only draw out the long sword at his waist and fight back.
Originally, I didn't want to bully you, but you're being mean, so no wonder brother!
Pushing the internal strength to the extreme, Song Yifei moved his body sideways, and slashed out with the sword in his right hand, using the sixth form of the Qixing swordsmanship, the Kaiyang style.
Seeing Song Yifei's counterattack, Fang Zong couldn't help being stunned. He was already surprised that Song Yifei could escape the first attack, and now he still has the strength to fight back.
Could it be that this guy has also broken through to the great achievement of inner strength? Otherwise, how could he react!
No matter how confused or surprised Fang Zong was, the sword in his hand rubbed against the sharp sword in Song Yifei's hand in a blink of an eye.
Clang!
Poof!
While the sparks were flying in all directions, the two people crossed each other, and Song Yifei jumped onto another iron chain steadily. Although Fang Zong also jumped onto another iron chain, his expression was extremely ugly.
It turned out that there was a sword mark on Fang Zong's waist, and at this time, traces of blood were oozing out, obviously from trauma.
The gray-clothed disciples who had noticed the unusual behavior of the two of them for a long time stopped and opened their eyes wide.
A disciple with a small amount of internal strength actually wounded a disciple with a large amount of internal strength with a single sword, and he was still in such a dangerous environment, it's so fucking nonsense!
well! Why do you say you have to provoke brother!
Brother is kind-hearted, let me give you some blood and it's over!
Although Song Yifei didn't suffer from his words, he actually tended to keep a low profile in his demeanor.
"My surname is Song, have you broken through to the great achievement of inner strength?"
"It's just a fluke! Brother Fang, don't be envious! Haha!"
"Damn it!"
Hearing Song Yifei's words, Fang Zong secretly hated him. Knowing that it will be even more difficult to find trouble with the other party in the future.
Touching the sword mark on his waist with his hand, Fang Zong's eyes showed fierceness, and he swung the long sword in his hand again, performing the twelfth style of the starry swordsmanship he had just mastered, and the sky was full of stars.
Fanxing swordsmanship is not good at speed, but confuses opponents through dazzling sword styles, catching them by surprise and attacking them by surprise.
In an instant, the sword light, as bright as water, diffused everywhere, in all directions, endlessly, and the shadow of the sword was everywhere, making people have nowhere to escape and nowhere to stop.
"Although this guy is narrow-minded, his swordsmanship is not bad. I'm afraid Fanxing's swordsmanship has already been mastered!"
Facing Fang Zong's swordsmanship, Song Yifei couldn't help secretly praising him.
pity!
In the face of absolute strength, a slight difference in swordsmanship will not have much effect.
The Fluctuating Light Style of the Seven Star Swordsmanship!
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