Qin Yishan's combat power increased a lot in an instant, and one after another the blood light swords were flourishing, and they collided with the peerless Fang Tian Painting Halberd one after another.

At the same time, the sword-loving martial soul did not simply flash out from the surroundings, slashing towards Zhan Wushuang from various tricky angles.

Zhan Wushuang suddenly felt extremely pressured, not only to dissolve Qin Yishan's sword momentum, but also to prevent the sneak attack of the sword-loving martial spirit, even if every time he used Fang Tian's painting halberd to repel the sword-loving martial soul, the moment he collided, he felt that the blood in his body was almost being pulled out of the body, dizzy and nauseous, and this feeling became more and more intense, which made Zhan Wushuang more and more cautious and uneasy, and he didn't dare to underestimate the other party anymore.

Qin Yishan's heart was even more shocked, this was already his full attack, and it was only on par with the battle of Wushuang, and the other party didn't seem to have used all his strength, it seemed that this battle was several times more difficult than imagined.

Overlord Slash!

Zhan Wushuang roared, and an extremely terrifying golden light burst out on top of Fang Tian's painting halberd, forming a general trend more than a hundred meters long, as if it was a flame knife slashing out.

The sword rays condensed around Qin Yixian were all shattered, but he was forced to the edge of the arena again, but the sharp light in his eyes flashed, and he shouted, "Don't think!"

The sword-loving martial soul tore through the space and stood on top of the left arm of the warrior.

The battle qi of the overlord shattered, and the armor was torn apart, and a shallow blood mark appeared on the left arm of Zhan Wushuang.

But this was enough for Qin Yishan, and I saw him laugh wildly and shout: "Sword Soul Bloodthirsty!"

The sword-loving martial soul immediately bloomed with a brilliant blood light, instantly affecting Zhan Wushuang's bloodline, causing his blood to gush out of his body frantically and be sucked in large quantities.

In an instant, the left arm of the warrior shrank rapidly, and it was a full circle smaller than the right arm.

"What, Zhan Wushuang is injured!"

"Could it be that the invincible god of war is going to be defeated?"

......

The audience suddenly caused a tsunami of exclamations, all along, the invincible image of the warrior was still ingrained in their hearts, and no one could stop the Fang Tian painting halberd in his hand, and it was easily defeated.

And Qin Yishan's strange martial soul made Zhan Wushuang injured in the true sense of the word for the first time, and was able to defeat his momentum.

"Big Brother Wushuang!"

"Come on!"

The many geniuses of the Zhan family, led by Chen Yue, also changed color together, and it was the first time in their hearts that they had such a strong sense of crisis.

"Will Wushuang be defeated?"

Yuan Yue raised his head and asked Xue Ye beside him.

"It's not that easy!"

Xue Ye shook his head, in the battle between the two, he had also been turning on the phaseless field to collect data, and Zhan Wushuang still hadn't turned on all the firepower, and he still had reservations.

"Battle Qi Protector!"

Zhan Wushuang's face turned pale, and he immediately calmed down, and the battle qi of the protective body was condensed, turning into a golden aura to protect the surroundings, and the bleeding had stopped in an instant.

No matter how weird the sword-loving martial soul is, it can't break through the protective battle qi to suck up the blood of Zhan Wushuang.

Sword-loving Martial Spirit: Rot!

Qin Yifeng immediately changed his moves, and as soon as he grasped the magic trick, he saw that the blood light that bloomed from the sword-loving martial soul immediately turned into a hellish black color, full of weird aura.

An evil black gas appeared on Zhan Wushuang's wound for no reason, and the black qi began to wriggle like a poisonous insect that corroded flesh and blood, and the flesh and blood around the wound immediately corroded and died.

"How so!"

On the elder seat, an elder surnamed Zhan's face changed drastically, he was a high-level member of Tianyuan Sect, and he was also a person from the Zhan family, he knew best how strong the defense of the body protection battle qi was, but Qin Yishan's soul skill attack could ignore the defense and attack directly on the wound.

"Qin Yishan's soul conjuring technique can only be used when the sword-loving martial soul injures the opponent, once it hits, it will ignore all defenses, it seems that the outcome of this battle is really hard to say!"

The other white-bearded elder shook his head.

There was silence at the elder's seat, thinking that Zhan Wushuang would still defeat the opponent with an invincible attitude, but he didn't expect that the situation would reverse in an instant, and Zhan Wushuang would suddenly fall into danger.

It can be seen that none of the top Tianjiao are general.

Everyone was panicking, could it be that the invincible god of war like Zhan Wushuang was really going to be defeated today?

"There are some means, but they may not be without flaws, just defeat your martial soul to solve the danger!"

Zhan Wushuang roared, and the golden light and flame that bloomed on Fang Tian's painting halberd was actually a dark karmic fire that turned into destruction, and suddenly the heavens and the earth changed color, and they were slaughtered, as if the killing god had descended.

When there was a loud bang, Fang Tian's painting halberd slammed into the sword-loving martial spirit, and the collision of the two terrifying forces erupted into an overwhelming storm.

At the moment when the storm engulfed the entire arena, everyone could clearly see that the sword-loving martial soul was shattered by the Fang Tian Painting Halberd that contained the power of destruction.

Burst!

Qin Yishan was hit hard, spit out a mouthful of blood, and knelt on one knee on the arena.

"Drink!"

The decay of Zhan Wushuang's wound immediately stopped, and he didn't hesitate to wave Fang Tian's painting halberd and stabbed towards Qin Yi, and in an instant, the edge had already appeared in front of the latter's face.

"I throw in the towel......"

Qin Yishan coughed up blood, and a weak voice sounded.

He is not afraid of death, but he must not die before killing Gu Tianhe, if he continues to fight, he will be severely injured and unable to continue the next game, he knows that he will definitely meet Gu Tianhe in the next game, so he must retain his strength.

Zhan Wushuang was furious, the muscles and nostrils of his face were still twitching uncontrollably, and he wanted to use the Fang Tian Painting Halberd in his hand to cut off the opponent's head, but he came from a proud Zhan family, and he was still very martial arts, so he forcibly suppressed his anger and took back Fang Tian's Painting Halberd. Zhan Wushuang was not in a good mood, he didn't expect that defeating Qin Yishan would pay the price of one arm, and his left arm was extremely injured, which would definitely affect his combat strength.

There are still two fierce battles in the future, if nothing else, they will encounter Xue Ye and Gu Tianhate successively, and the degree of trickiness is not under Qin Yixian at all, it seems that this battle of Tianjiao List is not as simple as imagined, and Zhan Wushuang felt the pressure for the first time.

After stepping off the arena, the accompanying warrior elders immediately came to Zhan Wushuang's side to heal him and clean up the suppurated and smelly wounds.

The destroyed arena was soon renewed, and the final match of the eighth round of the Battle of the Heavenly Rankings was about to begin.

Xue Ye fought against Gu Tianhe.

"The hatred between Xue Ye and Gu Tian has reached the point where it cannot be resolved, will he be in danger?"

In the audience, Yu Linglong was the first to worry.

"With Gu Tian's character of hating and retribution, he will definitely retaliate ruthlessly, and even kill him!"

Li Muxiu frowned.

"We must have confidence in Xue Ye, although Gu Tianhate's strength is strong, Xue Ye will not be weak!"

King Chu Lin said confidently.

"I hope Xue Ye can survive this catastrophe!"

Wu Daosheng shook his head and sighed, Xue Ye is good at everything, but his temperament is too strong, and he never knows how to forbear and restrain himself in the face of any strong enemy, even if he survives today's catastrophe, in this dark world, will he suffer a big loss in the future?

Under the arena, Yuan Yue, Wu Zi and others were already nervous, and their faces were also tense, faintly worried about Xue Ye.

Although Xue Ye's strength is incomparably strong, his opponent is Gu Tianhe, a powerful and ruthless character, in the previous game, Gu Tianhe has already shown a terrifying strength that can be compared to the double powerhouse of the Seven Star Realm, as for whether there is any hidden strength, everyone does not know.

Although Xue Ye is strong, he is very dangerous in the face of Gu Tianhate.

Not only the people who were good friends with Xue Ye, but the many geniuses in the audience were almost one-sided that Gu Tianhe had a greater chance of winning, and Xue Ye was not favored.

I only heard some people whispering: "Xue Ye and Gu Tian have been hating each other for a long time, and it's finally time to understand!"

"Yes, I'm afraid that with Gu Tian's character of hating and retribution, Xue Ye's life will only be explained here today!"

"Hey, it's not good for Xue Ye to provoke anyone, but to provoke a ruthless character like Gu Tianhate, even if the newborn calf is not afraid of the tiger, it will be eaten by the tiger in the end!"

......

These voices of discussion were not concealed without any concealment, and they spread loudly, even if Xue Ye stood on the arena, he could hear it clearly.

"Damn, shut the fuck!"

Yuan Yue was very annoyed and shouted viciously.

The most taboo thing in the master duel is distractions, and these noises will directly affect Xue Ye's mind, making him distracted in battle, which is enough to have a fatal crisis.