The next battle is the battle between Lu Zhen and Jian Feixin, when the two of them stood in the ring, the entire Sword Sect watching the battle disciples were boiling, for no other reason, mainly because these two disciples stood together It was too strange, ordinary disciples all carried the sword on their backs, and these two goods just didn't take the usual path, they liked to hold the sword in their arms, and now the battle between these two people in the ring, can it not be wonderful?

  There was no dialogue between the two on stage, and the battle was in full swing, without the slightest hand, for a while, the sword aura was full of energy, and the sword intent permeated the entire ring, what had to be that Lu Zhenxiu was also flirtatious, and he had begun to have sword intent, which was the first time he showed it in the ring.

  However, in the face of Jian Feixin, the first disciple of Jian Xin Peak, his little sword intent was not enough, he was pressed and beaten almost from beginning to end, and he only launched a few decent counterattacks, and the rest of the time, he was unable to be beaten.

  Not surprisingly, Lu Zhen was defeated, and everyone was not surprised by this, just because Jian Feixin's heart was too strong, Lu Zhen had just cultivated his sword intent, but this also amazed many disciples, you know, the entire Sword Sect cultivated sword intent in the Qi Condensing Mirror, no more than a hand, and it was also confirmed from the side that Lu Zhen's cultivation of sword Fu was by no means weaker than Jian Feixin, and Yan He, who saw it, couldn't close his mouth when he smiled.

  Then there was no suspense, Fan Chen and the two successfully competed, so far, only Fan Chen and Teng Zixuan were left among the disciples of the entire ninth branch hall, and the other branch halls were even more miserable, and the eight branch halls were added together, and there were very few of them.

  At this time, there were only the last fifty disciples left in the entire Sword Sect, and when the third round of the semi-finals came, the entire Sword Emperor Mountain Square was once again boiling because of Fan Chen, for no other reason, because Fan Chen's opponent met Xu Ziling again, and Fan Chen was speechless when he saw it, which made Fan Chen wonder if there was a black hand secretly controlling the game list, otherwise this probability would be too coincidental.

  The two are like enemies of fate, they will be plugged in the ring, and they will fight again, this time it is different from the previous one, the loser will be completely eliminated, and there is no chance to do it again, undoubtedly, the attention of this game has become the most of the three rounds in the neighborhood.

  The audience in the audience is talking about the outcome of this game, this time the audience can be described as one-sided, unanimously believes that Xue Ziling is going to be hammered again this time, if it is expected to be good, this time it will still be smashed out of the ring by the big ding in the hands of Fan Chen.

  Fan Chen and the others listened to the audience's discussions, they were extremely happy, let you show off your martial arts in us before, now, you can be regarded as throwing your face to your hometown, all the disciples are waiting to see your jokes, just waiting for the moment when Xue Ziling is knocked out of the ring by Fan Chen again.

  At this time, not only Xue Ziling's face was ugly, but even on the high platform, there were several elders whose faces were extremely ugly, and the juniors who had been pinned on high hopes could be regarded as completely losing their old faces, blowing three losses in a row in the hands of a true disciple of the branch hall, and now they have to come to the fourth, originally expected Xue Ziling to be able to kill all the way to the position of the true disciple of the Sword Sect, but now it is a complete failure.

  Xue Ziling's face was blue and the corners of his mouth were purple, the green tendons on his forehead were hugged, panting, as if he was on the verge of a violent run, since he was big, as a xenomorph spirit root, how could he have suffered such an insult However, he was still suppressed, and his heart was indeed roaring one after another, "Fanchen, I want you to die, Fanchen, I want you to die.........." It seems that he has destroyed Fanchen at any cost, and when he comes to this point, he really has to use Fanchen's life to wash away his shame, for this, he will not hesitate to pay any price.

  In the audience's discussion, Fan Chen and Xue Ziling jumped into the ring at the same time, Fan Chen moved his joints, and said with a smile: "Xue Ziling, now, what posture are you going to fall off the ring?

  Fan Chen has already taken out the Qianyuan Ding while he is on the side, and to deal with Xue Ziling's defense, he still has to use the big ding to break it, otherwise Fan Chen has no other way to break Xue Ziling's defense.

  Da Ding smashed on the ground, making a deafening sound, Xue Ziling's face was so angry that it was blue and purple for a while, "That's not necessarily." At this time, Xue Ziling was already angry and didn't want to talk nonsense with Fanchen anymore, and he had already made up his mind that he wanted to make Fanchen pay the price, and for this, he did not hesitate to pay some price.

  As the referee announced the start, the Errao battle was already hot, and Fan Chen rotated Da Ding and Da Ding, just like before, and came up to Xue Ziling with a hammer, Xue Ziling did not launch a decent counterattack, all the way to the end, the corners of the mouth covered by the stone clothes that were beaten by Fan Chen overflowed with blood, and I don't know if Xue Ziling had lost his fighting spirit at this time, otherwise Xue Ziling was also a different spirit root, how could he bring a threat to Fan Chen.

  At this scene, the audience was boiling, just as they imagined, Xue Ziling was beaten again, and the beating was not ordinary miserable, which made outsiders feel that Xue Ziling had completely lost his fighting spirit in the face of mortal dust.

  A sneer appeared at the corner of Xue Ziling's mouth, this right should make you happy before you die, and after a while, see how you can get out of the ring alive, I saw that Xue Ziling was smashed by Fan Chen again, and when Xue Ziling got up, there was already an extra thing in his hand, the shape was the shape of a sword, but it didn't look like a spiritual treasure, Fan Chen didn't know what it was.

  With the appearance of this thing, the elders on the ring, the peak master, and the head of the sect, Yan Heji, all changed their faces, but at this time, they who were far away on the high platform obviously couldn't stop the next thing from happening, and with the strength of the referee, they couldn't stop it either.

  Teng Chong, who was fighting in the audience, suddenly stood up and went straight to the ring, hoping to stop Xue Ziling before he succeeded, otherwise his Sword Sect would lose a true disciple.

  "It's not good, son, run!" Bai's voice sounded in Fan Chen's mind, his tone was full of anxiety, as if a catastrophe was coming, the voice had followed Fan Chen for so long, this was the first time Fan Chen heard Bai's anxious words, and he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

  At this moment, there was an extra talisman in Fan Chen's hand, which was a first-grade talisman drawn by himself, and sure enough, the next moment, Xue Ziling waved the sword-shaped object in his hand, at this moment, Fan Chen suddenly felt that the entire ring was full of a kind of coercion, and a huge sword qi had already appeared out of thin air, slashing straight towards Fan Chen, this sword was under the Sage Mirror, almost no one could stop it, this sword could be the strongest blow that the peak of the Abyss Mirror could send, and it began to have the prestige of the Sage.

  At this moment, Fan Chen felt that the god of death was already beckoning to him, at this moment, Fan Chen's spiritual power was extremely tight, the talisman seal in his hand had begun to burn, and Fan Chen instantly moved more than ten meters, but it was still within the scope of this sword qi, Fan Chen roared angrily: "It's blocked." ”

  This huge sword qi slashed into the ring in everyone's incredible eyes, and suddenly, the entire ring was shaking, under this blow, the ground of the ring was cracked inch by inch, and the cracks were dense, and there was even a deep ravine where Fan Chen was standing, where was there still Fan Chen's figure on the ring, and even the Qianyuan Ding that fell not far away was already covered with cracks, and it was obviously already in a half-ruined state.

  Teng Chong, who rushed in, stopped, his face darkened, even if he exerted his speed to the extreme, he still couldn't stop the current situation from happening, this scene had already happened in only an instant.

  The audience in the audience also opened their mouths in shock, the dark horse killed by the Ninth Branch Hall died like this? This is a big event, and it is estimated that this will evolve into a high-level confrontation.

  On the high platform, Yan Heyu also had a gloomy face, and shouted angrily: "Second Elder, I need an explanation, an explanation of the forbidden weapon in Xue Ziling's hand, otherwise, don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless." ”

  At this moment, Xue Ziling smiled, and he was extremely happy to smile, because he saw his opponent, his nightmare was wiped out in front of him, at this time, he didn't think about the consequences at all, who was he?

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