Ever since Pang Jiting drew his sword, Yan Fang had already sensed the other party's awesomeness. Pang Jiting has a unique temperament of a high-level swordsman, which can only be perceived by a monk of the same level who practices swords!

So from the very beginning, Yan Fang not only did not have the slightest intention of keeping his hand, but even directly came up with a killing move!

The sword light of the two was mixed together, and a dazzling white light struck, so that the surrounding disciples watching the battle couldn't even see the situation in the ring clearly!

For a while, most of the eyes of the people in the entire square fell on the ring where the two of them were!

The deacon of the main peak also dispatched, quickly reinforcing the protective shield on the ring, so as not to have any accidents in the battle between the two.

The fight on the stage was fierce, and Li Tong's eyes were always on Yan Fang and Pang Jiting.

The swordsmanship of these two people is not weak, they are the two Huangwu Realm monks with the strongest swordsmanship that Li Tong has seen since he arrived in this world!

Hanging out with some ordinary Huangwu Realm cultivators all day long, Li Tong was about to forget his true strength.

Watching their battle, Li Tong's heart was suddenly surging, and he actually had a bloody urge to wait for himself to participate in it!

After a move, Yan Fang and Pang Jiting were unscathed and stood firmly in place.

Yan Fang's face was calm, his eyes were calm, the purple frost sword in his hand shook, and the second style of the dragon sword technique struck again!

Pang Jiting's face was much heavier, he thought that he had already regarded Yan Fang's strength very high, but he didn't expect that he still underestimated him!

It's no wonder that Zhu Jingshan has only accepted one disciple from him for so many years, and this one is already worth dozens of disciples from other sub-peaks!

Yan Fang's move was too fast, so fast that Pang Jiting didn't have time to think too much about it, so he could only follow up and slash out his Nine Palace Sword Technique again, and fight Yan Fang hard!

The sword light in the ring was shining, and the disciples who were watching seemed to have felt the thrilling situation in the ring, and they didn't even dare to come out.

After a few moves, the two sides were evenly matched, and Yan Fang's eyes became more and more condensed.

He and Li Tong already had a tacit understanding before, and the two had reached a wordless tacit understanding with a glance before the rematch began. Yan Fang will try his best to complete ninety-nine battles within today's day, so that Li Tongshun will become the second defender.

In this way, Yan Fang could not spend too much time on every battle.

If he encounters a good opponent like Pang Jiting in normal times, Yan Fang may be very willing to fight Pang Jiting. But now, he doesn't have that time.

Yan Fang's mind turned rapidly, but the sword in his hand did not stop for half a moment, and the move forced Pang Jiting to have no power to fight back!

Seeing that Pang Jiting had been brought into his own attack rhythm and forgot to counterattack, Yan Fang raised his eyebrows, the purple frost sword suddenly turned, and a counter-inducing dragon sword technique was suddenly used, surrounding Pang Jiting in a heaven-shattering dragon roar!

Pang Jiting was startled, and wanted to fight back again, but there was no time for him, and he was directly hit by this dragon chant, and suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood!

Yan Fang's complexion did not change, taking advantage of the victory to pursue, he suddenly bullied forward, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Pang Jiting's head!

This sword didn't spare any hand, it was simply going to take Pang Jiting's life!

How dare he!

Pang Jiting, who has always been calm, changed his face greatly, and subconsciously retreated again and again, until he stepped on the edge of the ring, and finally realized what kind of state he was in at the moment!

Yan Fang's sword is clearly to force Pang Jiting to get out of the ring by himself!

He must not dare to really kill him!

This thought flashed through Pang Jiting's mind, but he couldn't really affirm it.

After all, his life is his own, and only he will cherish it the most!

But if he really retreats, this challenge will be a failure!

Between the flint and lightning, Yan Fang's sword had already chased in front of Pang Jiting! His eyes were calm, and there seemed to be nothing in his eyes except his own sword!

At this moment, Pang Jiting understood that in this ring, there was nothing that Yan Fang would not dare to do!

The rules of Dabi in the Purple Star Palace Gate were originally allowed to cause casualties. Even if Pang Jiting really died in the hands of Yan Fang in the end, Yan Fang would not be punished in any way, but would become the focus of everyone's pursuit!

Pang Jiting had a decision in his heart.

He turned over and jumped out of the ring, and Yan Fang's long sword stabbed into the air, but it made a sharp sound of breaking the air in midair.

Obviously, if Pang Jiting didn't jump in time, Yan Fang would definitely stab him! At that time, whether Pang Jiting still has the life to stand here or not, it is not certain.

After a moment of silence, the surrounding area resounded with the sound of a tsunami of cheers.

Pang Jiting, who fell out of the ring, stared at Yan Fang deadly, as if he wanted to keep Yan Fang in his bones.

Yan Fang had already returned to his original position steadily, waiting for the next challenge opponent, and he didn't look at Pang Jiting's position.

The gloomy aura emanating from Pang Jiting's body became more and more obvious, and the disciples who were closer to him unconsciously took a few steps back, almost daring to approach him.

Just when everyone thought that Pang Jiting was about to explode into anger, they saw Pang Jiting suddenly turn around and leave directly!

Everyone unanimously watched Pang Jiting go away, and they always felt that he would suddenly turn around.

Pang Jiting's footsteps steadily disappeared into everyone's eyes.

Until this time, Yan Fang's No. 1 ring has never been challenged on stage.

Yan Fang stood on top of the ring like a wooden stake, motionless.

There is a rule in the semi-finals that if no one comes up to challenge a ring for an hour, then the defender will automatically advance to success, and there is no need to fight for 99 battles.

Another quarter of an hour passed, and the eight rings next to him were fighting in full swing, but the ring where Yan Fang was still not moving at all.

Even if he was as calm as Yan Fang, he couldn't help but raise his eyelids and look down the stage.

There were a lot of people gathered next to the No. 1 ring, but as soon as they saw Yan Fang looking over, everyone retreated, as if they were afraid of being picked by Yan Fang.

They had been so frightened by Yan Fang that they had completely forgotten that the challenge rules of the rematch and the initiative were in their hands, not in Yan Fang's hands.

Yan Fang looked around, and the people around him stepped back together. Only Li Tong was distracted from the battle on the No. 2 platform next to him, and his feet were a beat slower, and he was suddenly exposed in front of people.

Li Tong instantly became the focus of attention.

It was also at this time that the thousands of disciples of the Purple Star Palace around discovered that there was a female monk who looked so young to participate in this year's Sect Middle School Competition! R1152