Xiao Ruohan walked onto the arena, he had already changed into a clean cloth coat, with a crystal blue sword tied around his waist, neither humble nor arrogant, standing there with his head held high.

Xiao Ruohan's opponent was a fat man wearing clogs and shoes, and he walked onto the arena and said: "Ghost Sword Ryujiro, please advise!"

"Hidden Sword Valley Xiao Ruohan!"

Xiao Ruohan's face was calm, quite a grandmaster's demeanor.

"You are the only one left in your team, and I know your situation, you are seriously injured, why bother to support it, admit defeat, there is no shame!"

Jiro sneered.

"I'm hurt, but one left hand is enough to deal with you!"

Xiao Ruohan said.

"Hmph, when you are dying, you dare to speak wildly, fall for me!"

Jiro burst into a shout, and the katana at his waist was already unsheathed.

The saber on Xiao Ruohan's waist ejected out of its sheath, and was held in his hand, and the sword qi suddenly turned into a swimming dragon, roaring out, and the speed was so fast that it was already approaching the other party in the blink of an eye.

Jiro was taken aback, he didn't expect Xiao Ruohan to have such terrifying combat power after being injured.

Before the sword was unsheathed, the man had fallen.

Jiro's face twitched, and a pool of blood flowed from the ground where he was lying, and he was extremely injured.

"Senior Brother Xiao is so good!"

"It's worthy of Senior Brother Xiao, you will kill the other party in seconds!"

"Senior Brother Xiao is mighty, win all the way to the end!"

......

In the audience, there was a sudden boil, and the disciples of the Hidden Sword Valley, who were originally a little desperate, were in high spirits and saw hope again.

It's just that the Eighth Prince didn't have any panic, showed a sinister smile, and said secretly: "You don't have any chance of winning this bet!"

Xiao Ruo coldly inserted the sword back into the scabbard, standing on the arena like a pine, he saw the ferocity of the previous ghost sword flow disciples, and naturally went all out to shoot, he would not give the other party any chance, and the attack was also very heavy, but he deliberately avoided the vital point and did not hurt his life.

Xiao Ruohan, who was holding a sword in his left hand, only had the seventh-layer strength in his heyday, but even so, his combat power was already a top existence among the younger generations of the Heavenly Martial Kingdom, but not only was his right hand injured, but before coming to the Hidden Sword Valley, the Eighth Prince specially ordered a powerhouse from the fivefold peak of the Alchemy Realm to slap him, and his internal organs were injured.

Just now, Xiao Ruohan used his true qi, which had already affected his internal organs, and blood suddenly overflowed from the corners of his mouth, but he quietly wiped it off, his face expressionless.

"Ruohan has internal injuries!"

Liu Zongqing's complexion changed greatly, it seemed that Xiao Ruohan deliberately concealed his injury, and the purpose was to compete on stage and fight for the Tibetan Sword Valley.

"Great Elder, are you saying Senior Brother Xiao is injured?"

Ye Qianluo and the others changed their faces one after another.

"Then what should I do, Senior Brother Xiao is the hope for the future of my Hidden Sword Valley, and I can't bury his future because of a gambling fight!"

Hua Langyu couldn't help but say.

"Let's wait and see, if it really doesn't work, I'll stop immediately!"

Liu Zongqing shook his head helplessly, could it be that I really have to lose in the Sword Valley today?

Once you lose, what you lose is not just a gamble, but the future position of the Hidden Sword Valley, once tied to the Eighth Prince, the Hidden Sword Valley will fall into a bottomless quagmire, perhaps deeper and deeper.

In the lounge of the Ghost Sword Flow disciples, a man with deep eyes and handsome facial features suddenly said to the next disciple who went out to fight: "Xiao Ruohan has run out of oil, don't confront him head-on, this will give him a chance to kill you in seconds, you only need to delay with him, after half a pillar of incense, he will be seriously injured and defeated without you making a move!"

"Brother Wuzun, don't worry, I know what to do!"

Yano Sota was in awe, saluted the man with deep eyes, and walked onto the arena.

Xiao Ruohan's vision was a little blurry, and the injuries in his viscera were faintly painful, but he still stood in place like a pine, looking at each other calmly.

When the two were more than ten meters apart, Xiao Ruohan flicked his two fingers on the scabbard, and the saber suddenly came out of its sheath with a dragon-like sound, so that it was held in his hand.

Xiao Ruohan couldn't wait to fight, because the more he dragged on, the more unfavorable it would be for him.

The corners of Yano Sota's mouth raised a sinister arc, and at the moment when Xiao Ruohan's sword was unsheathed, he suddenly jumped backwards, opening a hundred meters away from the other party.

"He wants to drag me down, and he must not let him drag me down!"

Xiao Ruohan was also very clear about his situation, and his sword qi was like a swimming dragon, blooming violently, chasing after the other party.

"Haha Xiao Ruohan, if you want to defeat me, you can catch up with me first!"

Yano Sota laughed, turned around and ran, his body was also extremely weird, like a ghost, he disappeared in a flash, and reappeared in another corner of the arena.

Xiao Ruohan could only wield the dragon sword qi and pursued in the direction where Yano Sota was, his face became worse and worse, and the injuries in his body became more and more serious, and he felt that his legs were like being filled with lead, and it was difficult to move.

"If it goes on like this, Ruohan will definitely not be able to bear it!"

On the rostrum, Qi Qianhua's face was expressionless, but his hands in his sleeves were clenched very tightly.

After chasing more than 20 swords in a row, Xiao Ruohan finally couldn't bear it anymore, spit out a mouthful of backblood, and knelt on one knee.

"Hmph, what's the matter, aren't you tired now? Since you're so useless, let's lose!"

Yano Cangta laughed wildly, turned over and struck out with a sword, and the sword qi stabbed into Xiao Ruohan's eyebrows.

"I'm waiting for your blow!"

Xiao Ruohan drank loudly, condensing the remaining true qi of his whole body into a sword, and the golden light swimming dragon sword qi bloomed, and it shattered the opponent's sword momentum.

Sota Yano showed a look of fear, and it was too late to dodge, so he was knocked away by a sword, fell out of the arena, and was seriously injured and fell unconscious.

Xiao Ruohan's body finally collapsed, and he spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, if he continued to fight, he would definitely die.

"Yes, there is finally a disciple in the Hidden Sword Valley who can get on the stage, but it's a pity that he can't continue to fight!"

The Thousand Nights Patrol smiled.

"Damn bastard......"

Mu Xiu gritted his teeth hatefully, if it weren't for the head of the house sitting here, he would definitely be the first to rush up and play with the other party.

"Mr. Chiba, I remember that none of your three disciples of the Ghost Sword Flow finale have appeared yet!"

The Eighth Prince looked suddenly enlightened.

"That's right, although the four children just now are also very good, they are not considered to be among the younger generation of our Fusang Country, and the next three children can rank in the top three in the younger generation of Fusang Country, and they are the real trump cards of our Ghost Sword Flow!

Hey, I knew that the disciples of the Hidden Sword Valley were so vulnerable, and I wouldn't let them come this time, don't you Tianwu have an old saying, don't you Tianwu use a knife to kill chickens?"

Qianye Patrol looked helpless and shook his head.

"Bastard, what kind of big-headed ghost are you guys playing here!"

Not only Mu Xiu, but the other core elders were also angry to the extreme, this was simply a provocation that tore their faces, and it was a bottom line that they couldn't accept.

Even Qi Qianhua's face was gloomy, and he had no intention of stopping the other elders.

"How... Do you want to make a move? Your own disciples don't have the ability to let us talk?"

The fear on the Eighth Prince's face flashed, and he immediately forced his composure.

"Even if our strength in the Hidden Sword Valley is sparse, we are also cultivated and bearing, rest assured, even if the guests are any arrogant and presumptuous, we will also ensure that the guests can leave the Hidden Sword Valley safely!"

Qi Qianhua snorted coldly: "Besides, until the last moment, the outcome is still unknown!"

At this time, a burly young man dressed in a martial arts uniform with two katana swords tied around his waist stepped onto the arena.

"Hmph, this is Miyamoto Daitake, ranked third among the young generation of masters in Fusang Kingdom, and his strength is far more than ten times stronger than Yano Sota and others, with the current state of your disciple, are you sure you want to fight again?"

Qianye Patrol looked at Qi Qianhua defiantly.

Qi Qianhua's face remained unchanged, but he just looked at Liu Zongqing in the lounge.

Liu Zongqing understood and sighed: "Xiong Xiong, help Ruohan down!"

"Did we throw in the towel?"

The faces of Ye Qianluo and the others all showed despair.

Xiong Xiong walked onto the arena and hesitated for a moment and said, "Senior Brother Xiao, you have done your best, I will help you down!"

"No, I can fight again, I haven't thrown in the towel yet!"

Xiao Ruohan leaned on his sword and said stubbornly.

"But ......"

When Xiong Xiong was embarrassed, Liu Zongqing couldn't help but speak: "If the cold comes down, you must not fight again!"

The Great Elder's tone was unquestionable, Xiao Ruohan was unwilling, sighed heavily, and almost fell.

Xiao Ruohan admitted defeat, and there was only one place left in the Hidden Sword Valley.