Li Mo held a three-foot long sword and slashed at the man.

"Bell!"

A crisp thud sounded.

The man was unscathed, and the sword was like a pile of scrap metal smashed on the man, and under his toughness, he couldn't cut into it even a millimeter.

"How could this be!" Li Mo exclaimed in shock.

Everyone else on the field watched in disbelief.

Isn't this the Ancient Immortal Sword? Why can't you cut a person?

"Hahaha! It seems that this sword is a waste sword with rune paper, dare to cut me, go to death!"

The man laughed wildly, and a punch slammed out, smashing into Li Mo's chest, directly smashing him upside down and flying out.

"Poof!"

Li Mo spurted out a mouthful of blood and smashed it to the ground, and the long sword in his hand fell off.

The man sprang over, picked up his sword, and was about to flee backstage.

But before he could run to the door, he was jumped by a black shadow shaped like a cheetah and kicked back in the air.

"Zhao Yi!" the man slammed out a mouthful of old blood and gritted his teeth and shouted.

"It's me, hand over the sword!"

The man named Zhao Yi sneered, and directly put his hands up, not afraid that the person would do anything with him.

The man seemed to be very jealous of this man named Zhao Yi, and threw the sword out suddenly.

"Here you go! But don't think about getting this sword, today's masters are like clouds, whoever gets the sword will become the target of everyone, no matter how powerful you are, you will be crushed to death by them one by one!"

"Hehe, you don't have to worry about it!"

Zhao Yiyin smiled coldly, caught the sword, jumped directly to the stage, and provoked the people on the field:

"The sword is here, whoever has the guts will come and grab it!"

He was proud of the audience, and he looked down on the world's kingly momentum.

"Who is this person?" Xiao Fan asked Master Wei.

With a hint of solemnity on his face, Master Wei said in a low voice:

"This person is a master of Taihang Yiquan, once challenged six martial arts families of the same generation by himself, defeated dozens of people in a row, and then it was the head of one of the families who shot and beat him out of the door. ”

"It stands to reason that if there is no Grandmaster here, there should be no one to be his opponent. But it's hard to say, although everyone's martial arts realm is the same, but everyone's martial arts are different, some are perfect, some are just halfway monks, there are so many masters today, like that Gongsun Elder, you can defeat him within three moves!"

"That old man is so powerful?" Xiao Fan muttered.

"Of course, he is a martial artist of the older generation of the Gongsun family, and he has been cultivating for at least thirty or forty years!" Master Wei said noncommittally.

"Zhao Yi, let me meet you!"

At this time, a master of horizontal training with great external strength burst into a shout, kicked his legs violently, and jumped directly from the field to stand in front of Zhao Yi.

"Twelve Ways Tan Legs, Wu Xiong came to receive the teaching!" the master of Henglian, who was called Wu Xiong, clasped his fists with both hands, and said Sen Ran.

"I'm not interested in knowing the name of a little minion like you!" Zhao Yi said contemptuously. He stretched out his right hand sideways and hooked his finger towards Wu Xiong.

"Arrogance!"

Wu Xiong burst into a shout, his legs shot out like a steel whip, and as soon as his right foot landed, his left foot did not pause, and he shot out again almost the moment his right foot landed, with a whistling wind.

His legs were as fast as lightning, and everyone sitting in the audience could hear the sound of the wind on the stage.

"Is that all you have to do?"

Zhao Yi raised his hand to resist while mocking. With just one hand, he completely resisted Wu Xiong's stormy attack.

"Ahh

"Boom"

The ground on the entire stage trembled, Wu Xiong's pupils shrank, and he didn't see Zhao Yi's figure, but he saw a huge fist blasting towards him.

Zhao Yi punched and flew Wu Xiongzhen out directly.

"Poof!"

This punch shook Wu Xiong to the point of bleeding, his internal organs displaced, and he fell to the ground with a thud, lifeless.

"Who else!"

Zhao Yi put up his hands and shouted domineeringly.

"I, the four evils of Jiangbei, came to receive the teaching!"

At this time, the four people sitting around Xiao Fan shouted in unison and shot at the stage.

"The Great Holy Gate Qiao Lihai came to receive the teaching!"

"Cai Jiaquan Cai Hongkun came to teach!"

……

For a while, the warriors on the field jumped on the stage one after another and began to scramble for the sword under the pretext of leading the teaching.

In less than a moment, there were already more than a dozen martial artists with external or internal strength standing on the stage.

None of us knew who to fight, anyway, when they saw someone, they started to fight, and the fight was a mess, and as people kept falling, there were people on the field who kept joining in.

Xiao Fan moved his gaze to the Gongsun Elder of the Gongsun family, and saw him standing in his seat with his hands in his hands, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he looked like he was holding a wisdom bead.

"What an old fox!" Xiao Fan muttered.

There is a saying that the praying mantis catches the cicada and the yellow finch is behind, at this time, not only Gongsun Yu, but also some more intelligent warriors have not made a move, and when these people are defeated in the end, they will do the yellow finch themselves.

At the same time, in the president's office on the top floor of the Emgrand Group.