"In the tenth game, Silver Leaf Sect Su Chen vs. Duanmu Xiang of the Bloody Clothes Gate, please take the stage!"

"Whew!"

Su Chen took a deep breath to stabilize his mind, and then took a step towards the ring under the gaze of a pair of encouraging eyes around him.

The last game of this first round is undoubtedly the focus again, will the bloody clothes gate that lost all four games rely on Duanmu Xiang to pull back a layer, or will it be all defeated in five games and leave with the regret of losing face? It's all in this crucial last game, and the Silver Leaf Sect and the blood clothes gate seem to have a deep personal vendetta, which can be seen from the humiliation of Duanmu Yu by the star soul in the first game, will the situation in this game be reversed? The thousands of people present had some faint expectations in their hearts.

Although on the bright side, Su Chen, who only has a seventh-order soul king, should not be the opponent of Duanmu Xiang of the second-order soul venerable, but everyone does not dare to make a conclusion at this time, after all, in the second game, Meng Hao broke out with a powerful control soul technique and defeated Ye Yunfan of the Tianlan Sect with only four moves, so there is still suspense.

Whew!

Su Chen waved his hand to summon a scimitar and danced it twice in the air at will, only to hear the sound of the wind, it seemed that even the space was faintly separated by thin cracks.

"It's ......"

As soon as the scimitar appeared, the pupils of those who had eyesight at the scene couldn't help but shrink, and they were all shocked, with such a rich wind energy, how many emperor-level soul cores were fused into this knife? This scimitar alone was enough to close the soul power gap between the two by half.

"Door Master, how should this be?" In the blood-clothed sect camp, an old man wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and said anxiously to Duanmu Yin, who also had a solemn face, " Whether it is from the strength of these teenagers or from the soul skills and weapons they use, it is enough to prove that their origin is not as simple as the Silver Leaf Sect, before Lin Qing led people to assassinate people but was killed, this matter must have been exposed, and yesterday Mo Wen did not hesitate to completely turn against Wanjian Pavilion for Zhuo Tianzhao, so it seems that as long as Zhuo Tianzhao informs Mo Wen of this matter, Mo Wen is very likely to send someone to destroy our Bloody Clothes Gate, in this way, our Bloody Clothes Gate is in danger!"

Duanmu Yin had a gloomy face, turned his head, glanced viciously at Duanmu Yu, who was still unconscious lying on the seat behind him, gritted his teeth and said, "It's all this damn bastard boy who caused me trouble!"

As soon as Duanmu Yin's words came out, even the rest of the people from the bloody clothes looked at Duanmu Yu with a trace of hatred in their eyes.

When the matter came to an end, he began to shirk his responsibility, Duanmu Yin didn't know that this deep-rooted hatred was actually formed after he sent someone to assassinate Zhuo Tianzhao and others.

"Sect master, now is not the time to hold accountable, we must quickly think of a countermeasure, in case the hundreds of years of hard work of the Bloody Clothes Gate are destroyed in our hands like this, even if we die, we will not be able to explain to the ancestors and ancestors below!"

"Enough, shut up!" Duanmu Yin roared, staring at the old man with a murderous face, he was already irritable enough, and the old man didn't stop talking, it almost drove him crazy.

Being yelled at by Duanmu Yin, the old man lowered his head stupidly and simply stopped talking.

"Hey!" calmed down a little, Duanmu Yin let out a long sigh, "I knew why I had to do it today? ”

"The master of the door has a countermeasure?" the old man was overjoyed when he heard this.

"Just in case, as soon as the sect is over, we will evacuate Tianlan Mountain as soon as possible, and then send someone to contact Wanjian Pavilion as soon as possible, such as today Lan Sect and Wanjian Pavilion have torn their faces, and the two are both top-level sects, even if there is a gap in strength, it should not be big, only by attaching to Wanjian Pavilion, our bloody clothes sect will still have a glimmer of life!" Duanmu Yin's mouth flashed a self-deprecating smile, unspeakably bitter, "Self-inflicted, can't live!"

There was silence in the Bloody Clothes Gate camp, and the atmosphere was indescribably depressing.

And at this time in the ring, Star Soul and Duanmu Xiang were already fighting together.

Following Zhuo Tianzhao's suggestion, Su Chen had no intention of stepping forward to fight Duanmu Xiang in close quarters, the phantom step began, his body was like a cunning rabbit, he walked like the wind, and his body turned into a remnant of the Dao around Duanmu Xiang, always maintaining a distance of more than ten meters from him, and at the same time, a series of whistling wind blades under the soul power of the scimitar layer, the amazing momentum continued to attack Duanmu Xiang's visual blind spot.

Duanmu Xiang was as motionless as a mountain, his body was shiny and yellow, and a black iron broadsword moved left and right, always able to easily block it the moment before the wind blade attacked him.

The battle entered a stalemate, but it seemed to be evenly divided, but in fact, it was always Su Chen who suffered, the gap between the soul power of the two was already huge, and the phantom step was precisely extremely soul-consuming, the double flow of physical strength and soul power was destined to Su Chen could not last long, and Duanmu Xiang's soul power consumption was almost negligible, and in the long run, once Su Chen showed his decline, he would definitely face Duanmu Xiang's stormy attack.

In fact, Su Chen also knew this, but in the state of the phantom step, he didn't dare to lift it, because of the time difference at the moment when the phantom step stopped, Duanmu Xiang would definitely seize this flaw to launch a thunderous attack on him, so he had been looking for an opportunity, but unfortunately, Duanmu Xiang's defense was very calm, without the slightest impatience, so that Su Chen had no way to start at all.

Duanmu Xiang waited, but Su Chen couldn't afford to wait.

Since there is no chance, create it yourself!

Su Chen gritted his teeth fiercely, turned to Duanmu Xiang's back, his toes were certain, his body swept lightly into the air, and the blue light of the scimitar in his hand skyrocketed, bringing a strange arc towards the top of Duanmu Xiang's head.

The corners of Duanmu Xiang's mouth rose slightly, drawing a cold arc, and while his body twisted slightly to dodge the attack, the big knife in his hand glowed with a thick layer of earthy yellow fluorescence, and directly slashed at Su Chen's shoulder like lightning, if he was cut this time, I am afraid that his entire arm would be cut off.

"Hmph, are you really so stupid for me?" Su Chen didn't panic when he saw this, and with a turn of the scimitar, Qingmang came out of his body, and directly split into three paths and attacked Duanmu Xiang's shoulders and head at the same time.

Three-split split!

Bite!

The wind blade that attacked Duanmu Xiang's right shoulder accurately landed on the blade, and the big knife attacked, Su Chen happened to use this buffer to kick on the back of the knife and directly use the force to sweep out a few meters, and Duanmu Xiang was also in danger, just by taking advantage of this kick to roll to the right, he was able to dodge the two wind blades.

This is a dangerous battle between the lightning and flint, and the slightest carelessness is very likely to lead to the defeat of both sides, but Su Chen is not so stupid, it is not worth it to use one of his hands to exchange one of his hands for a wound on the other party's shoulder, after all, Duanmu Xiang can easily dodge the wind blade that attacks on his left shoulder as long as his body deviates slightly, so that the one that attacks on the head only falls on his shoulder.

Finally disrupting the stalemate situation, Su Chen naturally couldn't let him go back to the beginning, biting the back of the scimitar with his mouth, his hands had already begun to fly the debut palm print......