Chapter 592 Meteorite Sword

The next day, the sun was shining brightly, and the outer gate Yanwu Square.

One hundred and thirty arenas have been dismantled, and in the center of Yanwu Square, a large arena with a height of two feet rose from the ground.

Today's game was hosted and judged by Bi Fang, the general manager of the outer gate.

Song Yan hadn't seen this person since the entry test, and this time, it was the second time.

Bi Fang glanced at the thirteen Song Yan standing in the audience, and said solemnly: "Today's game adopts a points system, one point is awarded for defeating one person, and the one with the highest points is the first in the outer door! Huang Liang, come up! "

"Yes!"

Song Yan flew into the ring in response.

"Who will challenge Huang Liang first?" Bi Fang looked at the twelve people below.

"I come!"

An extremely handsome man flew onto the ring, and it was Dongfang Yulan who formed the Sun Moon Club.

"Junior Brother Huang, I have long wanted to meet you, but today is a good opportunity!"

"I've heard of Senior Brother Dongfang's name for a long time, and when I saw it today, it really lives up to its reputation!" Song Yan said with a smile.

Dongfang Yulan's face was slightly cold: "Well, let's compete in this arena!"

"Please!"

"Please!"

The two shot at the same time.

Song Yan used a fist, Dongfang Yulan used a sword.

Like two torrents, in an instant, the two of them collided together, and the explosion continued for a while, and the energy flew in all directions, and even the solid arena shook slightly.

It has to be said that there is no vacancy under the reputation. Dongfang Yulan's swordsmanship has reached the point of perfection. Moreover, he is still practicing the three-star martial art Chaoyang Sword.

Every sword is like a new born in the morning sun, full of a lot of majesty.

It was a pity that he met Song Yan, who practiced the "Undying Phoenix Art" that far surpassed the heaven-level cultivation technique, and even used the five-star top-level martial arts "Xuanhuo Jiu Shi".

Therefore, in the first ten moves, Dongfang Yulan could barely compete with him, but after the ten moves, he began to fall behind.

In the twenty-fifth move, Song Yan punched the long sword in Dongfang Yulan's hand and won.

Bi Fang's rich voice sounded at the right time: "Song Yan gets a point!"

With a flick of the figure, another person fell on the ring.

"Under Xu Chao, I met Junior Brother Huang!"

"Hello, Senior Brother Xu!" Song Yan saluted with his fists clasped.

At this moment, Xu Chao suddenly launched an attack on Song Yan.

sneak attack?

However, Song Yan tilted his head slightly and avoided Xu Chao's sneak attack.

Seeing this, Xu Chao's eyes flashed a hint of regret, and he stepped aside and said, "Junior Brother Huang, admit defeat!"

A sneak attack doesn't result in admitting defeat... This made Song Yan a little dumbfounded, but immediately, he understood the other party's intention, which should be to preserve his strength.

The third challenger was a woman.

Her movement and footwork are extremely mysterious, and as soon as the battle begins, she adopts the fighting method, and does not confront Song Yan head-on.

In this regard, Song Yan simply adopted the method of standing still and letting the other party toss and toss.

After the opponent tried to attack Song Yan several times but failed, he reluctantly chose to admit defeat.

"Your total score is three points. You can rest for a quarter of an hour for three consecutive battles. Do you need a rest?" Bi Fang asked Song Yan.

"No, go ahead!" Song Yan waved his hands in disapproval.

In the fourth game, Song Yan had five moves to defeat his opponent.

In the fifth game, the opponent conceded defeat.

In the sixth game, the opponent still conceded defeat.

In the seventh game, Song Yan defeated his opponent with three moves.

In the eighth, ninth, tenth, and eleventh games, all opponents chose to admit defeat.

In the twelfth game, Feng Yun walked slowly into the ring with two long swords on his back.

He looked at Song Yan solemnly, and said calmly, "You are the only opponent worthy of my all-out effort. I hope that in the next game, you will not hold back any longer and fight me with all your strength!"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the audience was in an uproar. Could this Huang Liang still retain his strength?

Song Yan smiled slightly: "You have some eyesight, you can actually see that I have preserved my strength! Well, since you asked for it, I will fulfill you!"

"Cheep!"

A fiery red long sword flew out from behind Feng Yun and fell into his hands. The body of the sword was fiery red and dazzling, shining under the sunlight. At the same time, there was also a powerful aura radiating from the body of the sword, making the people around the ring feel All breathing hard.

"Second-grade Spirit Artifact!"

Some people exclaimed, although the first-grade spirit tool has breath, it is definitely not so powerful.

Feng Yun's voice sounded again: "This sword is called Chixia Sword. It is made of Qianlai Huoyu, and the sword is of the second grade. I hope you are careful!"

When everyone in the audience heard the words, they all screamed that it was true, and their eyes fell on Song Yan. Feng Yundu took out a second-grade spiritual weapon. Does he still want to use his bare hands?

"Come on, let me see the power of the second-grade spiritual tool!"

Song Yan waved to Feng Yun.

"You don't use weapons?" Feng Yun frowned slightly.

"Haha, I don't need it for the time being, come on!"

"Okay! Take it!"

The next moment, the long sword in Feng Yun's hand suddenly flew out.

This sword is extremely fast, like a comet piercing the sky, more like the sun at noon, brilliant and dazzling.

Song Yan's heart froze, and his figure retreated sharply.

But that sword seemed to lock him, like a maggot in the tarsus, following closely, and the power of condensing continued to increase on the way.

"Can't go back!"

Song Yan's eyes narrowed, knowing that if he wanted to retreat again, if he wanted to take this sword, he had to use at least one trump card.

He let out a light drink.

The infuriating energy in the body is like a galloping river, giving off a continuous rumbling color, and at the same time, the profound meaning of the nine types of mysterious fire is also running at this moment...

Whoosh!

A three-foot flame rose up in his body, wrapping the whole person. Even if they were separated by seven or eight meters, everyone in the audience felt an overwhelming heat wave, which made them sweat instantly...

"boom!"

An earth-shattering explosion sounded, and then the flames all over Song Yan went out, and he stepped back five or six steps before he stopped.

As for Feng Yun, the arm holding the long sword trembled and took seven or eight steps back to stabilize his body.

"Very good, your strength is beyond my imagination. This sword can no longer defeat you, so I have to change to a sword!" Feng Yun inserted the Chixia sword back behind his back and took out another sword. Handle sword.

As soon as the sword came out, the surrounding air seemed to congeal with the bones, and a more powerful aura continued to radiate around.

The blade is transparent and crystal clear, as thin as a cicada's wings.

"This is the crystal cicada sword, a third-grade spiritual weapon, are you still not using weapons?" Feng Yun looked at Song Yan and asked.

Grade Three Spirit Artifacts!

When everyone in the audience heard this, their breathing became extremely rapid, and their eyes were fixed on the long sword in Feng Yun's hand, with envy, jealousy, and greed.

"Hey, originally I didn't want to use weapons to crush people, but now, if I want to beat you, I have to use weapons, so I have to use them!" Song Yan sighed and shook his head, then he reached out to the void with his hand. Grab, suddenly, a black iron long sword appeared in his hand.

This black iron long sword does not emit any breath, nor does it have a banging appearance.

However, Bi Fang, the referee, showed a moving expression: "Huang Liang, is this sword a meteor sword?"