"This...!!"

Everyone was dumbfounded, only to feel that the aura on Han Yunfeng's body completely overwhelmed the sword in the sky.

The whole person is like an unsheathed sword, extremely powerful, unstoppable, and the sword qi around him is vertical and horizontal, tearing everything around him.

Between one move and one style, it is natural, and there is a big road gas machine circulation.

"How is that possible!" Jian Lintian exclaimed in surprise for the first time, his brows furrowed, and his handsome face showed a solemn look for the first time.

And in the high sky, between the white stegosaurus swallowing, endless sword net attacks emerged one after another, and the golden dragon was already sluggish, and in a quarter of an hour at most, it would be defeated.

"Under Han Yunfeng's state of epiphany, one move and one style, almost perfect, the true yuan in the body is endless, circulating and circulating, I am afraid that it is not far behind the generation of the head of the family!" Xia Xixi said with an ugly face.

Originally, she thought that among the disciples of the nine sects, except for those who did not come, no one would be her opponent, but the situation on the field suddenly made her heart ripple with a hint of wanting to become stronger.

A strong sense of crisis welled up in her heart.

As the saintess of the Emei faction, she bears the future of the Emei faction, and because of the special care of the sect, her cultivation has always been one level ahead of her peers.

But today, these two people gave her a sense of crisis.

Next to her, Fang Ding nodded and looked at Han Yunfeng with an approving gaze.

Among the heavens and worlds, it can be said that there are very few epiphany, let alone fighting with the state of epiphany. Being able to do this is enough to show that Han Yunfeng is not the first time he has had an epiphany.

Such a talent, such a state of mind, even in the heavens and all worlds, is also the best choice.

"Humph!"

The sword snorted coldly, and a sword slashed through the palm of his hand, and a striking blood mark appeared in an instant, and the blood beads oozed out, and the sword in his hand was not in his hand.

Above the sword body, a red light suddenly appeared, and the phantom of the snow mountain behind the sword was more condensed, and the ten thousand sword shadows on the snow mountain were ready to move, as if they were about to break away from the snow mountain and leap out.

"Lintian, stand down, this trick can't appear here!" A cold voice suddenly sounded in the ring, and everyone heard it clearly.

The voice came from the woman in Kunlun Mountain!

"Yes!"

After Jian Lintian answered, he instantly withdrew and flew out of the ring.

And Han Yunfeng also came to his senses under this voice, respectfully saluted Kunlun's location, and said, "Accept!" He also silently retired from the ring.

After the two retreated, Shi Shiran, an old man in Moyun's robe, appeared in the center of the ring, and his voice sounded, "Shushan faction, Hanyun Feng wins!" In the next game, Wuliangmen faced North Shaolin, and the two sides came to power. ”

This time, to everyone's surprise, after the old man finished speaking, no one from the Northern Shaolin and Wuliangmen stepped into the ring.

"What's going on, why didn't anyone get into the ring?"

"What about the people of Wuliangmen and Northern Shaolin? What are these two doing? ”

Just when everyone was puzzled, the Tianshu Zhenren of the Infinite Gate suddenly stepped into the ring, hugged his fist at everyone, and then said: "Last night, between my faction and deduction, I actually sent a war disciple, and there will be a calamity today, so I automatically abstained from the Infinite Gate, expressing my admission of defeat!" In this game, North Shaolin won! ”

"What?" As soon as Tianshu's words fell, a commotion erupted in the crowd, and they were all discussing the result.

And Tianshu Zhenren quietly withdrew from the ring and returned to the sitting arena belonging to the Infinite Gate.

"You see, the North Shaolin side seems to have known about this result for a long time."

"That's right, this person from Northern Shaolin doesn't have the slightest doubt or shock, could it be that they knew it in advance?"

"It must be, between the nine factions, who knows what's going on. The disciple has a catastrophe and can't participate? Could it be that in front of everyone's eyes, with so many high-ranking people present, what else could happen? ”

Apparently, there is unanimous skepticism about this claim.

Fang Ding also shook his head and sneered at this statement, "I can't participate in the competition!" "I'm afraid this is the first time that the Nine Sects have ever competed in the world.

However, the majesty of the Nine Factions is still there, and no one dares to disagree, just slandering in private.

The two games that were supposed to be played until noon were now lost in an instant because of the midway retirement of Wuliangmen.

Because, the second round of the competition will be postponed for another day!

"It's just one game, boring, go home and sleep!"

"That's it, it's better to go home and sleep!"

Just as everyone got up and was about to leave, the head of the nine factions suddenly got up on the high platform, and the nine figures, neatly aligned, fell on the ring.

When everyone saw this scene, they consciously sat down again, and everyone knew that something big was going to be announced!

Everyone held their breath and stared at the nine figures in the ring.

Among the nine figures, there are old men who describe withered trees, middle-aged men who are as gentle as jade, fairies who look as cold as icebergs, and majestic Buddhist monks.

Each of them represents the top combat power among the nine factions!

At this moment, a man wearing a wide cyan yin and yang Tai Chi robe took the lead in speaking. He is the head of Wudang, a man who looks to be in his forties, and he is also the senior brother of Mo Shenggu.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this time the Nine Factions Competition, the nine of us will discuss together, and tomorrow we will elect the head of the family from among the younger generation! We look at this thing, from the day after tomorrow, we will abdicate and make way for Xian! ”

After speaking, the head of Wudang showed a relieved smile.

"What, the head of the Nine Factions has changed?"

"What kind of play is this, the heads of the nine factions of this generation, who are basically upright and at the peak of their prime, how can they abdicate lightly?"

"Even if you abdicate, you have to elect the head from the younger generation! Attention, it's not the head of the post-election, it's the day after tomorrow, and it's directly in charge of the nine factions! Directly decentralized! ”

"That's outrageous! What kind of oolong! ”

“…………”

Everyone in the audience was more and more excited, and the change of the rulers of this sect could be said to be no less important than the rise and fall of imperial power in the world.

And the disciples of the Nine Sects, when they heard this, they were all slightly stunned, some of them were happy, some were worried, and some of them lowered their heads and pondered, not knowing what they were thinking.

However, Fang Ding and a few others in the know were quite calm, after all, the last time the head of the Emei faction said the summoning order of the nine factions, there was obviously a trace of determination hidden in the depths of his eyes.

For the ultimate weapon of the First Emperor of Shangqin, everyone does not have absolute confidence in survival.

"Quiet!"

A rough voice, like Hong Zhong Da Lu, shocked everyone present, and in an instant, all the whispers in the audience stopped.

The speaker was a monk holding a vajra staff and wearing a robe, but the monk's figure was very bloated and his face was cross-faced.

It is the head of Northern Shaolin, the master of the Nine Rings!