However, even if he missed the opportunity, Zhang Hongji did not panic.

He let out a clear roar, and a clear sword light came out in front of the silver long sword in his hand.

He turned sideways, bringing out stripes of afterimages, and the clear sword light stabbed at Du Xichun from the side.

Attack against attack, fast against fast.

He is confident that he will be faster than Du Xichun.

Because he himself is the fastest student of Huashan Sword Academy, the sword scriptures he cultivates are all sword scriptures that pursue extreme speed.

There was a soft "snort".

Du Xichun's left arm seemed to have a light lit.

It was his clothes that were shattered by the sharp sword qi, and then under the sharp friction and squeezing of the air, the green smoke directly ignited.

Before he had time to change his moves, the cyan broadsword in his hand was still swinging forward, and Zhang Hongji's beautiful sword light had already come first.

At least on this sword, Zhang Hongji is indeed much faster than him.

However, at this moment, the eyes of Zhang Hongji and many of the temple disciples who were watching this battle and the surrounding temple masters flashed with countless shocks and disbelief.

Du Xichun still hasn't changed his moves.

Instead, he directly met Zhang Hongji's sword with his left arm.

A puddle of blood poured out of Du Xichun's left arm with a soft sound, followed by the sound of bones and metal rubbing.

Zhang Hongji's face turned snow-white.

The sword in his hand had completely pierced Du Xichun's slightly raised left arm, stuck in Du Xichun's arm bones, but Du Xichun didn't seem to feel the slightest pain, and the thick cyan broadsword in his hand still didn't have any dullness.

A surging sword wind was already pressing down on his chest like substance.

In the midst of intense fear, Zhang Hongji let out a sharp scream, and the spirit yuan in his body gushed wildly, he still did not take a defensive position, nor did he condense the spirit yuan shield to resist, because his intuition told him that even the strongest shield could not block the opponent's sword.

In the roar of anger, his response was simple and direct, his wrist was flipped, and the silver long sword in his hand was about to be slashed out, wanting to cut off Du Xichun's arm, and then slash between Du Xichun's waist and abdomen.

However, at this moment, Du Xichun let out a low roar, and the cyan broadsword in his hand was a little faster.

Zhang Hongji's eyes were completely filled with cyan sword light.

His fighting spirit completely collapsed.

Under the threat of death, the spirit element in the body almost subconsciously frenzied out of his feet.

He let go of his sword and flew backwards like a fallen leaf.

Du Xichun still moved forward, raising his sword to tease.

In Zhang Hongji's terrified gaze, a blood waterfall erupted from Zhang Hongji's chest to his lower abdomen!

There was a gasp of cold air.

A terrifying wound appeared on Zhang Hongji's chest and abdomen, almost completely cutting Zhang Hongji's front body.

The figure of a clergyman behind Zhuang Yusheng suddenly disappeared, and when the blood sprayed wildly between Zhang Hongji's chest and abdomen, he had already appeared beside Zhang Hongji, and then in the next moment, he raised the staff in his hand, and a pure holy light spilled from the air, shining on Zhang Hongji's body, and then quickly disappeared into the shadows between the cliffs in the distance with Zhang Hongji.

Du Xichun's body shook slightly.

He stuck the broad cyan sword on the ground in front of him, then grasped the silver sword that pierced his left arm, and in the next breath, he pulled the silver sword out of his arm.

A shrill bone scraping sound rang out.

The faces of many of the onlookers turned even paler.

Du Xichun took out a pill and stuffed it into his mouth and swallowed it, took out a roll of hemostatic gauze, put one in his mouth, and then linked his right hand and began to wrap the gauze vigorously to bandage and stop the bleeding.

Long Eighteen was also shocked and speechless.

He didn't expect that Du Xichun would use such a decisive method to win this battle so directly and quickly.

Ye Haotian beside him frowned slightly, and there was a look of admiration in his eyes.

His insight was far more nuanced than that of ordinary cultivators, and the special system of martial arts and dual cultivation made his divine sense perception so powerful that it was terrifying, so every detail of Du Xichun's battle with Zhang Hongji did not escape his eyes.

"Xiliang Dead?"

Looking back at Du Xichun's sword just now, and then looking at the broad sword in his hand, Ye Haotian suddenly remembered a terrifying secret cultivation sect in Xiliang Kingdom.

The disciples of this sect rarely appear in front of the world, but every time they appear, they bring desperate death and disaster, and the weapon used by each disciple of this sect is a heavy broadsword.

This sword is called Heavenly Punishment, which means that it is executed on behalf of Heaven and punished all over the world.

And the cultivation of the martial arts and combat skills is also said to be known for being fast and ruthless, fast is a quick move, ruthless is not only ruthless to the opponent, but also ruthless to themselves, they are real dead soldiers who will not frown in the face of death.

Du Xichun's left arm was too seriously injured, and I am afraid that he would not even be able to move in the future, but with a left arm, Du Xichun defeated Zhang Hongji, who was one level higher than him...... Even apart from that quick sword, Zhang Hongji didn't even have any chance to perform.

Such a battle, such a victory, shocked the people around them, and the dozen or so old students who had been watching this side playfully also showed a look of vigilance and awe in their eyes.

"Wang Tengfei, to Ximenye. ”

"Kong Dapeng, to Feng Shengzong. ”

Many people's breathing was still not smooth, but Zhuang Yusheng spoke out one after another without any emotion, and a new match was arranged after the battle.

"Zhu Yuanyi. ”

A familiar name came to everyone's ears, and everyone's eyes fell on a young man in a blue shirt in the crowd.

It is naturally not an ordinary disciple who can attract attention when he hears his name, this blue-shirted young man named Zhu Yuanyi is ranked sixth in the top three and first rank, and he is a disciple who passed the inner hall test on the first day of Tianfeng Terrace.

Hearing his name, Zhu Yuanyi's body shook suddenly, and his eyes naturally fell on the people in front of him, but in the next moment, his shaking body suddenly calmed down, and his face showed a look of relief, because he heard the name of his opponent.

"To Ye Haotian. ”

Zhuang Yusheng casually called out Ye Haotian's name, but when he looked up, a trace of strange color flashed in his eyes that outsiders could not detect.

There was a lot of discussion around, and the eyes of most people instantly lit up.

A few months ago, Zhou Wusheng challenged the thirty-seven freshmen in front of him as the last of the top three first-class, but was slashed to death by Ye Haotian on the stage of life and death.

On the Tianfeng platform, these six people really did not disappoint, they all passed the test in the shortest time, and now they are facing the final ranking battle, who can win the first place, everyone is full of expectations.