Such a powerful person is actually from the Sword Sect.

But this guy seems to have never called himself a disciple of the Sword Sect. Not only did he beat them, but he didn't even let the Sword Sect go.

This is probably a fake disciple of the Sword Sect!

Not to mention the people from the Sword Sect, although Feng Qingyang lost dozens of people in a row, they were not surprised at all.

They are complaining about hatred.

traitor!

As time goes by, the person who Feng Qingyang points to the point is getting older and he will defeat an opponent longer and longer.

My hair was a little messy and my clothes were damaged a few parts, so I could no longer maintain my chic look.

It's only a matter of time to lose.

The senior executives in the stands looked at him with complicated expressions.

There were twenty more people, Feng Qingyang barely defeated his opponent and took out the wet note.

I barely found a name that I could see clearly.

"Yan Qingzhao"

At this time, he was exhausted and sweat oozed out of his clothes.

The hair is scattered and the footsteps are staggering.

The body was steaming hot.

But the hand holding the sword is still stable and powerful.

A senior brother of the Qi Zong walked slowly on the stage, looking at him with a complicated expression and said:

"My junior has won 176 games in a row and has won the championship with a sure win. There is no need to play anymore."

Feng Qingyang forced a smile and didn't reply.

In just a dozen moves, although Feng Qingyang's sword power was not chaotic, he was powerless to take action.

If Yan Qingzhao hadn't kept holding on, he would have been defeated in just a few moves.

The last staggered, his body was unstable and crashed straight into the tip of the sword that Yan Qingzhao stabbed towards.

Yan Qingzhao immediately withdrew his sword and said:

"Junior brother, even if he is defeated, he is still honored!"

There was an uproar below.

In this year's inner gate competition, everyone is afraid that no one will remember it, and they will only remember the name Feng Qingyang.

Even Yan Qingzhao, who won him in the end.

If you observe carefully, you will find that the disciples of the Sword Sect have tears in their eyes except for a few female disciples.

Most people were silent, implicitly angry.

"I deserve it. If he hadn't ordered so many people from our Sword Sect, how could it be like this!"

Some disciples said this.

Feng Qingyang walked down the ring staggeringly under the gaze of everyone, and found a place to sit cross-legged and rest.

Too tired!

"Master, my disciple has done his best."

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!