The tip of the sword was less than five centimeters away from his throat, and he could even feel the terrifying momentum carried on the tip of the sword, Nangong Xinyu's expression changed drastically, and he knew that he had lost.

Although I had already guessed this ending, I was still a little lost and depressed at the moment.

"Brother Wushuang's strength is shocking, I admit defeat!" Nangong Xinyu said, then slowly put away his long sword and walked down.

On the other side, Ji Wushuang also put away his sword, got up and walked back to his place and sat down, his face did not change from beginning to end, it seemed that this victory did not excite him.

There were warm applause and cheers around the stadium, especially many female monks, who were eager to rush directly towards Ji Wushuang, he was not only super powerful, but also so handsome, how could he not make people become?

Immediately afterwards, the three people of the second scene also walked into the middle of the field, this clan was Tang Tianlin of the Tang Sect, Wei Cang of the Tianhai Sect and Hua Yu of the Sword Pavilion.

Maybe it was fate that made people, and the three of them were divided into a group, because their three major sects have a deep origin, the old man Tang of the Tang Sect, and the head of the Tianhai Sect and the Ding Nanjian of the Sword Pavilion are brothers, and now, the three of them met in the ring, and they couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"I didn't expect the three of us to be in a group, it's really a little helpless!" Hua Yu said with a smile.

"Yes, this grouping is indeed a bit unsatisfactory!" Tang Tianlin also replied with a smile.

"Two senior brothers, since the three of us are together, let's take it as a fight! I hope you won't hurt the harmony because of this!" Wei Cang of the Tianhai Sect also spoke.

"Okay! Calculate the time, the three of us haven't seen each other for a few years, this battle should be regarded as a test of our own strength! Please don't hide it from the two junior brothers!" Hua Yu nodded and said.

Immediately, the three of them drew their swords one after another, Hua Yu used a Qingyu sword, it is said that this is the saber used by Ding Nanjian when he was young, in fact, this is just a more tenacious than an ordinary long sword, there is no other peculiarity.

However, Hua Yu felt that there was the will left by Ding Nanjian on this sword, and this will had been encouraging him to overcome all kinds of difficulties and never give up.

Tang Tianlin was holding an eight-sided Han sword, which was incomparably sharp, and was known as a divine soldier.

As for Wei Cang, he used a thin sword, the body of which was three feet long and one and a half fingers wide, which he obtained in a ruin when he was born and practiced.

Although the sword looked unremarkable, it was unusually heavy, more than ten times heavier than ordinary metal, and was forged from the dark iron of the deep sea.

Suddenly, countless sword qi permeated the field, and in an instant, it turned into a sea of sword qi, and even a powerhouse in the middle of the quenching realm dared to be frightened.

The nine geniuses in the top nine are all cultivators of the Quenching Body Realm, except for the Tang Feng Realm, but each of them definitely has the terrifying strength to challenge the powerhouses in the middle of the Quenching Body Realm.

At this moment, the three kendo geniuses met in the field, and before they could fight, the endless sword qi was wantonly permeating, as if they were about to crush this heaven and earth.

Suddenly, Hua Yu made a move, only to see the long sword in his hand conjuring up countless sword shadows, and they all shrouded towards Tang Tianlin and Wei Cang.

The three of them can be said to be in the same vein, and they have always had a good relationship, but now they are all doing their best, which is not only a responsibility for themselves, but also a kind of respect for their opponents.

"Drink!" Tang Tianlin also snorted coldly, and the long sword in his hand flashed with cold light, slashing towards Wei Cang.

Wei Cang was not far behind, his thin sword was like a bolt of lightning, and it stabbed at Hua Yu in the blink of an eye.

In the blink of an eye, the three of them fought together, the sword aura in the field was horizontal, and the battle intent was pervasive, but they couldn't feel the slightest killing intent.

The three of them did not appear in the situation where the two of them teamed up to deal with any of them, but they shot in a dignified manner, and everyone was an opponent except themselves.

In the blink of an eye, the three of them had already fought for dozens of rounds, and everyone outside the arena could only see three figures flickering in those sword qi, Wei Cang's swordsmanship was good at fast, Tang Tianlin's swordsmanship was peaceful, and Hua Yu's swordsmanship was mainly strange.

Even Tang Feng nodded secretly, these three people are rare geniuses, and the others don't dare to blink when they see it, for fear of missing something.

Only Li Tiannan was the most fascinated, as if he had integrated himself into this battle, because he himself was good at using swords, and at this moment he was even more feeling and comprehending these sword qi, as well as the sword momentum formed in the field.

Watch the three masters of the younger generation fight fiercely, so as to reflect themselves, find out their own shortcomings and shortcomings, and learn from the strengths of others!

Unconsciously, Li Tiannan actually entered a wonderful state, Tang Feng also changed color slightly when he saw this, this son's cultivation talent is indeed terrifying, no wonder he was seriously injured and still asked to stay and watch the battle.

This battle lasted for a long time, the three of them played all kinds of hole cards, and they were injured one after another, this is a battle after all, the sword has no eyes, and injuries are inevitable, but they all stopped in time and did not appear seriously injured.

Suddenly, Tang Tianlin roared, and the Liuyun Seven Styles were displayed by him, forcing Wei Cang to retreat, Wei Cang found that even if he was good at swordsmanship, but at this moment, in the face of the Liuyun Seven Styles, he couldn't find any flaws.

Suddenly, a sword qi shot out from above Tang Tianlin's sword blade, and he came to Wei Cang in the blink of an eye, he was suddenly shocked, and hurriedly raised his sword to resist, only to feel a huge force coming, his body retreated again and again, and his mouth was numb.

Seeing this, Wei Cang also roared, showed his mastery, and pounced, the two of them were fighting in the middle of the battle, and Hua Yu didn't intervene when he saw this, because he was a little unkind no matter who he attacked at this time.

A few rounds later, Tang Tianlin's shoulder was cut open, and the eight-sided Han sword in his hand was placed on Wei Cang's neck.

Wei Cang sighed, then shook his head: "Senior brother, I lost!"

Immediately, the two of them withdrew their swords one after another, and after saluting, Wei Cang walked away.

Then, Tang Feng looked at Hua Yu again and said, "Senior brother, please advise!"

Hua Yu nodded, and then the two fought together again, at this moment, only the two of them were left, they had no worries, and they shot without reservation, after a few rounds, the injuries of the two worsened again, and there were wounds everywhere on their bodies, and blood continued to flow out.

Whether it was Tianhai Sect or Tang Sect, everyone's faces were full of nervousness, for fear that the two of them would accidentally hurt each other, which was definitely not what they wanted to see.

However, none of them spoke up, because this battle was very important to both of them, not only about the rankings, but also about their own transformation and sublimation.

(End of chapter)