Fan Chen, who blocked this blow, was not to be outdone, and the moment he blocked it, he had already cast a wind breaking slash, and Jian Feixin, who was a little stunned, hurriedly blocked this blow, he never expected that the sword shadow that Fan Chen had worked so hard to cultivate would be broken so quickly.

Jian Feixin, who blocked the blow of mortal dust, finally showed a trace of interest on his expressionless face, and praised without hesitation: "You broke my sword shadow so quickly, among your peers, you are the first." ”

"Among my peers, you are also the first person who puts so much pressure on me. Fan Chen also said unceremoniously, I have to admit that this is the most dangerous battle he has experienced in the same level, this freak is strong enough, strong and has nothing to say.

"Fight!" Jian Feixin shouted, and in an instant, his sword intent became even more violent, as if he was about to devour mortal dust, this opponent was enough for him to attack with all his strength, because he recognized him.

"Fight!" Fan Chen also shouted, and his fighting spirit was also high, since he was going to fight that side, at this time, the two of them had already fought a real fire, and they were going to meet the enemy with all their might.

At this time, the audience was completely silent, Fan Chen, who was not optimistic at all before, actually fought with Jian Feixin to this extent, and he did not fall behind at all, the disciples of the ninth branch hall once again admired Teng Chong fiercely in their hearts, and their hall master was really discerning and knowing the root.

Xue Ziling's face at this time had already lost the expression of victory in his hand before, he never thought that Fan Chen, who was not favored by him at all, would have such a strong combat power, according to the investigation, this guy had only joined the Sword Sect for less than three months.

The sword flying heart that played the real fire, the long sword in his hand danced quickly in the air, and the denser sword qi was condensed directly in the air, killing Fan Chen, this is a long-range attack, at this time, he doesn't want to melee with this guy at all.

Fan Chen, who was red-eyed, would not show weakness, this time Fan Chen was even wilder, only to see Fan Chen directly abandon the long sword in his hand, twist the big ding in his hand and kill it, ignoring the unbridled sword qi that drew blood marks on his body, staining his clothes red.

In close combat, he has more advantages, but Jian Feixin on the opposite side has no intention of opening up the distance, as if he wants to compete with him again in melee combat, Fan Chen's hand raised the big ding high and smashed it towards Jian Feixin.

However, the moment Da Ding fell, Jian Feixin disappeared, as strong as him, and he had to admit that in close combat, in the face of mortal dust, he was helpless, since this is the case, then he has to avoid close combat, Da Ding smashed on the ground, and the ground of the ring made of special materials was also smashed into a pit, which shows the great strength of mortal dust.

"Sword cage, up!" "Sword Cage, up!" Jian Fei's heart fell more than ten meters away, and the martial art was opened again, and the sword cage that had been prepared for a long time was waiting for Fan Chen to fall into it, the reason why he just stood there and did not move for a long time was to prepare for this martial art, which shows the strength of this martial art.

The moment he landed, Fan Chen felt bad, he felt that he was surrounded by sword intent, only to see that a cage caused by sword qi instantly trapped Fan Chen in the middle, and the dense and raging sword qi killed Fan Chen from all directions, and on top of Fan Chen's strong physique, there were countless blood marks in an instant, and more blood stained his clothes, and Fan Chen simply became a bloody man.

The sword Feixin over there is ready to stop at any time, once Fan Chen can't hold on, he will withdraw the sword cage, this is a competition, but he can't hurt the lives of his fellow disciples, and the person who hits this move has never been able to kill from it.

Seeing this scene, Xue Ziling smiled very happily, he was no stranger to this move, this time it was stable, but Teng Zixuan was everyone with a sad face, a Luan bird, is it going to be sent out like this?

Fan Chen's heart was solemn to the extreme, but he still had the strength to fight, only to see Fan Chen use all his strength to smash Qianyuan Ding in the direction of Jian Feixin, and at the moment when Ding got out of his hand, Fan Chen opened the furnace lid and jumped in.

The raging sword qi once again left dense scratches on the tripod, however, the Qianyuan tripod was strong enough, and the sword qi could not penetrate the tripod body, hurting the mortal dust inside, and the audience shouted, this is okay?

The moment Qian Yuanding stepped out of the sword cage, a blood-colored figure had jumped out at all speed, the phantom of the Dragon Fist bloomed in Fan Chen's right hand, and the instantaneous steps under his feet were even more exerted, and the Dragon Fist showed his power in front of the crowd for the first time.

In the face of this sudden dragon fist phantom, the sword flew to the heart, and only came to quickly draw the sword to protect his whole body, he could feel the strength of this move, if he was hit, a punch was enough to knock him out of the ring, and the injury was not light, and he was already unavoidable at this time, so he had to shake hard.

The Dragon Fist Phantom struck Jian Feixin's saber, the spirit sword bent to an incredible bend, and then hit his chest, the huge force made Jian Feixin quickly retreat, and even spit out a large mouthful of blood in the retreat.

However, Jian Feixin finally stopped at the edge of the ring, and finally did not fall under the ring, at this time, mortal dust, covered in blood, he has completely lost the strength to fight again, and hit the dragon fist, which is already his last blow, looking at the posture, Jian Feixin, is the final winner.

"I lost. However, unexpectedly, Jian Feixin, who obviously still had the ability to fight, actually took the initiative to admit defeat.

"Concession. Fan Chen, who was already exhausted, panted and said, he fought with all his strength, and finally won this victory, Feng Sanshao and others hurriedly jumped into the ring, fed Fan Chen the Gathering Spirit Pill, and restored the spiritual power in his body.

The onlookers in the audience were blinded, how could Jian Feixin lose, obviously there is still the strength of a battle, of course, there are still people who see the reason, "Stupid, I don't feel it, Jian Feixin finally lifted the realm suppression at a critical moment, otherwise this last blow is enough to knock Jian Feixin out of the ring, and he was seriously injured, to put it simply, Jian Feixin blocked this blow through the strength of two small realms, but he was still injured, which shows the strength of this last blow." ”

"That's right, if what I remember is correct, the two sides of the covenant have stipulated the same level competition, and Jian Feixin has recovered the suppression of the realm, which is undoubtedly a loss. ”

"Oh oh! It turns out that this is the reason, haha, Fan Chen is worthy of being the true disciple of the Ninth Branch Hall personally determined by the hall master, and even Jian Feixin lost to him. ”

The melon-eating crowd in the audience was extremely excited, this was the victory of the disciples of the branch hall over the disciples of this sect, which can be regarded as raising their eyebrows, as a member of the branch hall, they were extremely excited.

And Xue Ziling was gloomy at this time, but he had a gloomy old face, and he had won the competition steadily, but in the end, he actually lost the game with two losses and one win, which made him embarrassed, and more importantly, not only was his face gloomy, but more importantly, the five high-level elixirs, now, his heart was really dripping blood, and he had five high-level elixirs on his own, but the facts were in front of him, and he couldn't admit it.

Jian Feixin, who lost the competition, didn't say much, and got out of the ring by himself, as if the failure of this competition still couldn't affect his state of mind, what was it like to go on stage, what was it like to get off the stage, but there was a touch of blood on the corner of his mouth.

In the main hall, Teng Chong carried his hands behind his back, looking extremely excited, and said, "Two deputy hall masters, what do you think?"

"If what I think is right, the last move that Fan Chen used should be the broken martial art on the first floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, right? Isn't that no one can practice, how did he practice it?" Deputy Hall Master Sun said suspiciously, their strength is extremely vicious in their eyes, and the broken martial art has caused turmoil in the Sword Sect more than once, but no one can practice it, and in the end it has to be idle in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, but it is undeniable that this is an extremely powerful martial art.

"You don't understand what I mean, I mean, should we send a message to Zhuang Lao. Teng Chong said with a smile, they all watched the whole battle.

"Hall Master, do you mean to say that this child's spiritual power is extremely gifted?" said Deputy Hall Master Yang.

"This is speculation, otherwise Fan Chen would not have been able to break the sword shadow of Jian Feixin so easily, but Zhuang Lao still has to come and confirm it. Teng Chong said with a smile, his eyes were extremely vicious, and he saw doubts from this battle.

"Okay, I'll go and deliver a message to Zhuang Lao. Yang Wanquan laughed heartily and said, if it really comes true, they have really picked up the treasure in the ninth branch hall. Take a look at the latest chapter of "The Way of Mortal Dust" to read for free for the first time.