"Senior Brother Han is helping Senior Brother Bai Ni clean up his opponents, so they have no chance to consume Senior Brother Bai Ni's qi and blood. Senior Brother Han actually did this!" Ye Qingning looked at Han Ming, who was fighting with the young man in white on the battle stage in the distance, and his face was surprised.

Ye Qingning didn't expect that her senior brother, who was so domineering, actually planned to challenge one by one and decide the ranking of the last few places in the competition.

"Junior Brother Han has great courage. If there is nothing wrong in the middle, then Senior Brother Bai Ni can directly enter the top six without fighting in a single match, and there is no need to consume qi and blood!" The head of the Dan Sect looked at Han Ming in the distance and said sighing.

"But if you keep going like this, Senior Brother Bai Ni will be relieved. Isn't Senior Brother Han a little embarrassed? Although Senior Brother Han challenges more than Senior Brother Bai Ni, with this cooperation, Senior Brother Han's challenge will consume very quickly. When he kicks the third place to seventh, he will basically not challenge it! Moreover, Senior Brother Han will fight against three cultivators of the Artifact Sect in one person, and there will be a total of nine games. Although there is half an hour to recover magic power in the middle, it is not enough after all, and his mental power is consumed very much. After six games, Senior Brother Han will probably be exhausted. What should I do next!" Ye Qingning looked over there with a frown slightly, with a faint worry on his face.

"Junior Sister Ye said this, Junior Brother Han's situation seems to be really bad. After nine battles, he must win. Even the Iron Man is afraid he will be exhausted. There is no way to attack the top five in the best condition!" The leader of the Dan Sect frowned slightly when he heard Ye Qingning's analysis, but after thinking about it, he added: "Junior Brother Han is in the late stage of foundation building, while Senior Brother Bai Ni is in the fake Dan stage. This time, Junior Brother Han is probably preparing to sacrifice himself and let Senior Brother Bai Ni, who has a higher cultivation level, attack the top three, and even the top of the list. Junior Brother Han is really innocent!"

"It's no way to hit the top of the list. Our Dan Sect hasn't seen the top five in decades. Can we get a top-ranked list?" Ye Qingning asked in disbelief, but there was a faint excitement in her eyes.

"I'm afraid only Senior Brother Bai Ni and Junior Brother Han know whether they can reach the top of the list. Let's wait and see!" The leader of Dan Sect looked over there, and there was a faint sense of expectation in his eyes.

"The winner has been decided. The sword cultivator is sharp and attacks very quickly. He does not give the opponent a chance to spend a lot of time urging the powerful secret treasure. This junior brother of the Artifact Sect lost too unjustly. In order to avoid Junior Brother Han's sword energy flying all over the field, I am afraid he will be defeated without even half of his strength!" Ye Qingning looked at Han Ming who was standing with his sword in his arms, and his beautiful eyes flashed.

In the distance, Han Ming put away the Qinghong sword, sat directly on the eighth battle platform, and began to seize the time to recover his magic power. After all, he had to start challenging again half an hour later, and he never paid attention to the young man in white who was swept away by his sword.

"Yuan Yuanzhi, the ninth artifact sect of the Great Competition, candidate eighth, Han Ming, has eight chances to challenge, and continue to challenge in half an hour!" The monk from the Jiedan stage of the monk on the eighth battle stage announced loudly, and occasionally glanced at Han Ming who was motionless.

Eight hours later, Han Ming slowly stood up, stepped on the battle table, flew up directly, landed on the second battle table, and bowed slightly to Feng Pu, a genius cultivator of the Formation Sect.

"Han Ming, Dan Sect, comes to challenge!" Han Ming waved his hand and grabbed the Qinghong Sword again.

Feng Pu stared at Han Ming, his face twitched. Not long ago, Han Ming directly knocked off the battle table with two and a half moves. He still remembered it freshly, and there were still some wounds on his body that had not healed!

"Thank you, Senior Brother Han, for holding back before, Feng was only injured in a little skin injury, so that it would not affect the competition!" Feng Pu bowed to Han Ming and said slightly.

"A small matter, the three sects have the same origin. If you can show mercy, you will be merciless. How could you deliberately hurt people!" Han Ming said lightly, as if he had forgotten that he had joined forces with Bai Ni and attacked the Qi Sect not long ago, and directly injured him and could not continue to participate in the competition. He could only win the tenth place in the big competition!

"Feng was defeated too early in the previous game and did not understand Senior Brother Han's methods. This time, I have a chance. I hope that Senior Brother Han can give me some advice!" Feng Pu bowed to Han Ming and said.

When the monks in the Jiedan stage on the edge of the Fighting Platform saw that Han Ming and Feng Pu were chatting, they were a little impatient and directly scolded: "What are you talking about? Hurry up, if you don't fight, you will be tied!"

Feng Pu glanced at the Dan-stage monk on the side, nodded repeatedly, then bowed to Han Ming, said "Occursed", then set up the wind-controlling curse, and stood up from the ground and flew towards the other side of the battle platform.

This time, Feng Pu knew that Han Ming was a sword cultivator and his attack methods were basically unparalleled, so he naturally did not dare to use Feng Blade to fight Han Ming head-on. It was obviously preparing to use his strengths to deal with Han Ming's weaknesses and engage in a war of attrition!

Han Ming explored his mental power and quickly captured Feng Pu's figure, moving quickly. He is worthy of being a wind-attribute monk. In terms of speed alone, monks of the same level cannot compare with each other. Of course, except for monks with special treasures, such as the crystal jade cloak that Han Ming once had.

Han Ming felt Feng Pu's traces, raised his lips slightly, waved his hand, and directly sprinkled a large area of ​​sword energy at the other side. How fast is the wind-attribute cultivator? The large area of ​​sword energy surrounded all directions and saw where he ran!

Han Ming had thought about it and just as long as he trapped Feng Pu a little, he would use the silk to slash him down.

The sword energy swept over, Feng Pu flipped his hand, took out a large stack of talismans, threw them out directly, and shouted softly: "Feng Yu!"

More than a dozen small whirlwinds emerged out of thin air, accompanied by a whimpering sound, swept towards the sword energy.

A large number of sword energy and a whirlwind intersected, and a violent sound burst out. Feng Pu disappeared from the spot and disappeared from Han Ming's sense!

Han Ming held the Qinghong Sword with one hand, and his mental power was poked out like a tide. He wanted to find Feng Pu's location, but found that he could not find it at all. Feng Pu seemed to be no longer on the battle stage, but the monks in the Killing Dan stage next to him did not announce the result of the battle, which means that Feng Pu is still on the stage!

Han Ming frowned tightly. Feng Pu was very cunning. He knew that he had used his weakness of blindness to deliberately cover up his body, making his mental power unable to detect it and completely disappear from his senses!

After searching for another time, he could not find Feng Pu's position. Han Ming frowned even tighter, and his mental power could not sense any abnormality at all. This treasure that Feng Pu covered his body was a bit too good, and he must have been prepared!

"Huh!" A sharp blade cut through the air, and from far to near, several vertical and horizontal appeared directly in front of Han Ming.

Han Ming moved his earlobe slightly, and he listened directly to the sound and defended his position. A Qinghong sword crossed the small wind blade in front of him blocked the front.

But then dozens of sharp thunderous sounds sounded, and various winds were noisy. Han Ming heard the sound and defended his position at all. He felt that he was disturbed, and it seemed that there were attacks from all directions!

"Sword and shield!" Han Ming raised his hand and threw the Qinghong Sword out, turning it into a semi-spherical sword arc, covering himself inside, temporarily blocking the attack.

Now Feng Pu no longer had the previous aggressiveness. He had been hiding in a distance that Han Ming could not attack or sense, and was consuming from a long distance. He was not in a hurry at all, and he was very calm.

On the other hand, Han Ming hid in the sword and shield and could only defend passively, and could not make effective resistance at all because he didn't even know where Feng Pu was.

"What is Feng Pu's cloak spiritual weapon? It's not the famous Shadow Blood Cloak of the Artifact Sect. It's something that can completely cover up your mental power. With all your strength, it's impossible to sense it with your mental power until the Dan Cultivation Stage! Junior Brother Han is in trouble!" The Sect Master of the Dan Sect looked at Feng Pu who was covered in a dark red cloak in the distance, and stood up directly, with a worried and shocked face!

"Senior Brother Han's eyes are swelling. This shadow blood puff is completely his nemesis!" Ye Qingning's hand that was shrinking in her sleeves couldn't help but clenched, and her face was full of worry.

Compared to Ye Qingning and the leader of the Dan Sect, Ran Qixi, not far away, had more worries on her face. After so many years, Han Ming had been blind and how powerful his mental power was. She knew best that Han Ming would be at a disadvantage if he was targeted by a cultivator who had special mental power.

If it were an ordinary battle, Ran Qixi could have gone up to replace Han Ming's eyes, but now there are three battles, one-on-one competition, and she would have violated the rules when she went up!

"Fortunately, Junior Brother Han has a powerful attack method. Feng Pu dared not come forward yet. He can only tentatively consume it. Junior Brother Han will not be defeated!" The leader of the Dan Sect said in a similar way to himself.

"But you can't keep going like this!" Ye Qingning shook his head slightly, but then his eyes condensed, his face full of surprise: "Look, Senior Brother Han is doing what he is doing!"

The leader of the Dan Sect looked over, but saw Han Ming sitting directly on the battle table, and began to pinch a very strange and mysterious magic trick in his hand. At the same time, a large piece of green aura slowly flowed out from Han Ming's closed eyes, like clear flowing water!

"What kind of magic trick is this? Why have you never seen the starting move before?" The leader of the Dan Sect frowned, his face full of confusion, but there was a hint of expectation in his eyes. He hoped that Han Ming could use some powerful means to break the deadlock.

The magic tricks in his hand became faster and faster. The green light flowing out of Han Ming's eyes also increased, slowly covering his entire head. However, the blue light like flowing water was translucent, and people outside could still see Han Ming's rough expression.

Han Ming's eyelids trembled slightly, trying hard to open them, but he seemed to be restricted by something and could not open them. There were only a constant stream of blue inspiration gushing out!

"Open!" Han Ming shouted softly, the blue veins on his face burst, and his eyelids trembled violently, revealing a gap slightly.

A large number of dazzling green spiritual light burst out, instantly covering Han Ming. It was hazy inside. The people around could no longer see the scene inside. Even the Jindan-stage monk not far away frowned slightly, as if he could not see the situation inside clearly.

After two breaths, the green aura gradually dissipated, revealing Han Ming inside. When everyone saw it, they took a breath and were startled by Han Ming's appearance. Two blood marks flowed out from the corners of Han Ming's eyes and were dripping blood all the way to his chin.

He slightly dusted the blood on his clothes on his chest, and Han Ming laughed at himself, but he failed in the end. He was indeed not a person who could create miracles. He was useless to cram for the moment. He failed to break through the second level of the Qingblind Heavenly Jue and reach the level of Tianqing, and opened his eyes.

"But, where can you hide now!" Han Ming grabbed a black bowl with one hand, raised his head, and faced a corner eastward, where Feng Pu was in that direction.

Feng Pu saw Han Ming's eyes dripping blood and he looked at him straight, and his heart suddenly felt cold. Han Ming seemed to have discovered him! He still has to find the latest chapters by himself when reading books? You are out, follow the beautiful editor on WeChat to help you find books! You really want to read books and flirt with girls!
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