In Fan Jian's opinion, although Ye Hao has some means, those who can enter the second round are the strongest of the strong, and the possibility of him winning is too slim, but he didn't expect Ye Hao to win again.

And at this time, Long Eighteen just mentioned the matter of betting.

No matter how thick-skinned Fan Jian was, Fan Jian couldn't change his mouth and deny it in front of so many faces, a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes, a cold light flashed, and the soft sword wrapped around his waist came out of its sheath.

"It's just 10 million, Dragon Eighteen, do you think your Long family is rich? This is a ranking competition, let's do it, I want to see if your shark-toothed giant crossbow can be Young Master Yamamoto!"

Finished, turned around and walked backwards.

"Where are you going?"

Long Eighteen suddenly shouted loudly: "If you owe money, do you want to run?"

Fan Jian turned around angrily: "You are a bow cultivator, according to the rules of the cultivator's duel, I will keep enough distance from you to convince you of defeat!"

"Who am I Gong Xiu?"

Long Eighteen pretended to be surprised and said, "I'm injured now, you don't have to find such a reason if you want to run, right?"

"You ......"

Fan Jian glared at Long Eighteen angrily, his hand holding the sword clenched hard, and the bone joints made a crackling sound.

Long Shiao's face gradually turned cold, he looked around, and said in a solemn and deep voice that he had never had before: "You all think that my Long Eighteen entered the inner hall with money, let you understand now, even if you don't spend a copper plate, Lao Tzu can still pass today's test!"

After Long Eighteen finished saying this, the ring on his middle finger flickered slightly, and a simple and generous heavy sword appeared in his hand

Seeing Long Eighteen holding the sword in his hand, Fan Jian laughed cruelly, and the right hand holding the sword shook slightly, and he had completed a sword. In the air between him and Long Eighteen, there was no violent earth vitality, only more than ten faint blue sword shadows appeared.

These more than ten dark blue sword shadows were like phantoms swimming in the deep sea, silently moving forward in the air in a strange spiral, stabbing at various vital points on Long Shiao's body.

Long Shiao's eyes narrowed instantly.

His hand drew his sword quickly.

The yellowish sword light swirled around him, and pieces of sword qi rose from the ground around him, forming a translucent beast-like phantom around his body, which turned out to be a giant elephant!

More than a dozen dark blue sword shadows collided on this giant elephant like ghosts, but they were bounced away one after another, emitting clouds of dark blue smoke, and they were never able to enter a foot outside Long Eighteen's body.

Seeing such a picture, Fan Jian roared, and his cold face had a few more fierce looks.

His toes alternately touched the ground, and his whole body seemed to fly up without weight, and the dark blue long sword in his hand slashed at the top of Long Shiao's head from top to bottom.

As his sword light fell, countless wisps of faint blue vitality floated on the ground below the sword light, constantly converging towards the sword body.

These countless wisps of faint blue vitality exude a special cold taste, not at all like the breath of the world, rising on the ground without sound, and the picture of countless wisps of vitality rising on the ground at the same time is like countless flowers from the netherworld blooming.

The blood vessels on Long Eighteen's forehead bulged and throbbed.

He had an injury on his leg at this time, he was unable to move easily, he couldn't compare with Fan Jian in terms of flexibility, and he was far inferior to the other party in terms of the number of Lingyuan, seeing the sword that Fan Jian stabbed with all his strength, he didn't raise his sword to meet him, but let go of the sword in his hand, and the pictogram phantom condensed on the surface of the body quickly dimmed.

"What is he doing?!"

Seeing this scene, everyone thought that Long Shiao was going to give up, Ouyang Yuxian couldn't help but scream, but Ye Hao knew that this was not the case, he saw Long Shiao's hand fall to the scabbard on his waist at this time before most people.

There was a muffled bang.

The air around the scabbard of Long Shiao suddenly exploded.

There was a moment when Fan Jian also thought that Long Eighteen was going to give up, but feeling the violent breath outside Long Eighteen's body, his pupils contracted violently, and he couldn't help but let out another roar.

The phantom blue spirit elements that gathered on his sword body condensed sharply, and on his sword body, it was like a dark blue ghost thing about to rush out.

However, at this moment, Long Shiao's hand had already stretched out.

Dragon Eighteen held the scabbard, and the scabbard stabbed out against the dark blue sword in his hand.

Fan Jian's breathing paused completely, and he adjusted the direction of the long sword in his hand as much as possible, but he found that Long Shi'ao was moving far faster than him! The slightly cracked scabbard actually turned into a dragon's mouth in an instant.

"The dragon swallows the elephant!"

A loud cry burst out from Long Eighteen's lips.

With a soft sound, just like the usual long sword returned to its sheath, Long Eighteen, who was squinting, used his scabbard to lasso Fan Jian's long sword with great precision!

The sword returned to the sheath, and countless faint blue spirit elements poured out of the sheath, and the dark blue ghost things condensed on the sword body also seemed to be crushed, and the most important thing was that this scabbard cut off the connection between the long sword in his hand and the earth vitality, as if it had forcibly cut off many runes connected to this sword!

The chill in Fan Jian's heart couldn't stop rising, but he was not a weak person after all, at the moment when the sword style was contained, he also naturally responded, his body fell backwards, drew his sword, and at the same time, the output of the true element in his body was a few points stronger, and he wanted to rely on this momentary stalemate, so he shook Long Eighteen even more and directly defeated Long Eighteen.

However, at this moment, unbelievable emotions welled up in his heart.

A force that he simply couldn't resist came from the hilt of the sword in his hand.

"How can there be such a strong force!"

His eyes widened to the extreme, and he opened his mouth, and before he could utter these words, Long Eighteen had already waved his arm.

The scabbard drove his sword directly, and with that brutal force that was completely unjustifiable, it struck at his left rib like an iron whip.

Fan Jian's body subconsciously wanted to writhe and dodge, but a pain made his body not dodge as quickly as he imagined.

"Bang!"

A dull knocking sound resounded in all the ears, and Fan Jian's body flew into the air like a wild dog lifted by a giant elephant, and fell the ground more than ten meters away.

With one move, Long Eighteen ignored the wound on his leg, the spirit element in his body rose rapidly, a layer of earthy yellow light appeared on the surface of his legs, and his steps made a roar like a giant elephant running and trampling on the ground, and there was a dull and lengthy dragon groan in the air, at this moment, his body seemed to turn into a giant dragon and slammed into Fan Jian.

A scream pierced the roar of the dragon elephant.

A dark blue mist suddenly appeared around Fan Jian's body.