There are weird things every year, this year is particularly many.

Just after Feng Shaoyu's first victory, Zhou Chen, another contestant of the Xuanling Sword, also won.

His victory made everyone stunned, and defeated the innate three-strength strong with the cultivation of the late Yuan Dynasty.

what's the situation?

This is the common aspiration of everyone, and this is exactly what happened.

However, what happened next made them feel that their worldview had completely collapsed.

Feng Shaoyu sang along the way, one by one, one by one, very easily passed the qualifiers and entered the rematch.

Although Zhou Chen did not have such a sirloin like Feng Shaoyu, he also won all the way and entered the rematch.

At this time, everyone could not help but have an illusion. Is this going against the rhythm? Does it mean that the world has been turned upside down?

The biggest black horse this year is undoubtedly the Xuanling Sword School.

Some martial arts were likely to enter the rematch, but they encountered this dark horse and had to end their journey.

After the qualifiers, the sky gradually darkened.

The defeated martial artists and players left one by one.

The rest is probably about 30 martial arts, more than 100 people!

Over a hundred people have all settled in Tianjian City and are preparing for tomorrow's rematch.

Feng Shaoyu was no exception. Five of them were assigned to an independent courtyard. Ning Qianxing's care was the only way to get here.

Because everyone else lives in the guest rooms, there are so many guest rooms in Tianjian City. After all, they are the bosses of this mountainous area. They often hold meetings and conferences, and there is no room for everyone!

"This place is really good!" Feng Shaoyu sat down on the stone bench after a careful walk around and commented.

"The aura here is really strong, much stronger than our Xuanling Sword School." Yuan Jie is also like a clay bun entering the city. Today, when he was playing Tianjian City, he was almost scared by everything here Get angry.

Because all aspects here exceeded his imagination and broke his cognition.

Li Zhengfeng smiled bitterly. "Of course the sword city is very good this day, but it can't compare with us before."

Several people declined to comment, because he talked about the previous cuts of the Xuanling Sword School. Does anyone know if this is true or not?

Feng Shaoyu saw Li Zhengfeng's helplessness, "Master, rest assured, in the future, I will definitely build the Xuanling Sword School to be more imposing than the sword city in this day, and it will be larger than ours before."

Li Zhengfeng nodded and said, "Very good, you have such an idea, I'm very happy!"

"Master, rest assured, we will work hard!" Zhou Chen echoed.

Li Yitong laughed, and she was very happy to see everyone now so united and so motivated.

Everyone is also very happy, happy to enter the rematch.

You should know that the Xuanling Sword School has never entered the rematch once.

This time it is a century-old record. Can they be upset and unhappy?

"I'm going to challenge you, kid of the Xuanling Sword School!"

When everyone was happy, suddenly, a voice came in from outside the courtyard.

Hearing the sound, I saw a burly young man with a three-point domineering eyebrow and came in with a group of people.

Feng Shaoyu didn't say a word, watching them come quietly.

"Who are you Feng Shaoyu?" The strong man asked loudly.

Behind the strong man, a young man pointed at Feng Shaoyu and said, "Brother, it's him, it's him that ruined my magic weapon."

Feng Shaoyu turned to look at the young man and couldn't help sneering. He knows this person, and he is one of the top players he encountered in the qualifiers.

"Did you destroy my master's magic weapon?" The strong man was full of anger, his murderous eyes flashing.

Feng Shaoyu smiled coldly, "What kind of weapon is copper and iron?"

"You ..." The strong man was furious. "You are too arrogant, boy!"

"What about my arrogance, you bite me!" Feng Shaoyu was too lazy to even look at him, because he was not a little disgusted with muscular men.

"Haha ..." This made me look at the lively crowd and laughed.

"You're looking for death!" The strong man burst out suddenly, taking a punch straight to Feng Shaoyu's head.

"Huh!" Feng Shaoyu snorted coldly, and his right hand caught the fist of the strong man with a thunderbolt.

At the same time, he kicked his right foot and kicked the strong man's belly, knocking him out.

"Smelly boy, I'm going to kill you!" Suddenly, the brawny man waved his right hand, and suddenly a large knife appeared in the palm of his hand, chopped off.

"Break it for me!" Feng Shaoyu cut it out with his bare hands, and immediately cut the blade into two sections.

The crowd could not help but start back.

Because they felt a murderous, a strong murderous, refreshing and trembling.

"If you want to find death, I don't mind sending you a ride!" Feng Shaoyu Moreng said.

As the saying goes, it can be one or two, but it must not be three.

He was very polite and patient, but the brave man did not know how to advance and retreat, blindly provoking.

No matter how good a patient's patience is, there are limits.

Apparently, Feng Shaoyu's patience has been polished by his provocation.

"Okay, kid, let's have a fair fight."

Feng Shaoyu shook his head and said, "You can't!"

"Don't be like a sissy, sloppy. If you don't dare to lose, quit tomorrow's rematch."

"You have the rhythm of finding abuse!"

"There is so much nonsense, look at the sword!"

The words did not fall, the strong man's sword had fallen, the sharp sword, the overbearing sword, the suppression of the Quartet, and also swept the Quartet.

"It's a great knife!" Someone exclaimed.

This knife is indeed very good, but in the view of Feng Shaoyu, it is still not enough. Although domineering, but strong outside but strong. Because he focused on the blade, but ignored the aggressiveness of the sword.

Therefore, this makes Dao Mang's attack power greatly reduced.

"It's too weak!" Feng Shaoyu couldn't raise the emotion of fighting at all, but just struck out with a command.

"Dang!" With the sound of a collision, Feng Shaoyu's fingers blocked the blade.

"How is that possible?" Everyone couldn't believe it.

The same is true of strong men.

Immediately afterwards, Feng Shaoyu turned his finger, and suddenly, a crisp sound came out, and the blade was broken.

Just at this moment, a figure flickered by and appeared in front of the strong man.

Suddenly, the strong man vomited blood and flew out.

Everyone couldn't help but believe their eyes, rubbed it hastily, and looked closely, but found that Feng Shaoyu was still sitting on the stone bench, as if he hadn't moved.

"Impossible ..." The strong man was roaring, but with endless sadness.

Because he already knew the gap between himself and Feng Shaoyu, it was impossible to beat him with his current strength. Even so, he still doesn't believe that a congenital practice can have such a strong strength, and a stroke will knock him out of Jindan's early strong.

In fact, I don't believe it. Although they have heard that Feng Shaoyu is very powerful, they all think it is a rumor.

But now they see it with their own eyes, but they have to believe that this is really the case.

Is it true that the declining Black Spirit Sect is about to rise?