Lu Tian was surrounded by golden light, a big bell was buckled upside down on the ground, tightly protecting him, outside the big bell, several long swords with cold light were constantly chopping, each chopping can make a "sonorous" sound, but Lu Tian's golden bell jar is not the slightest scar, as stable as Mount Tai.

Ling Jian saw that the attack of the Cloud Shadow Sword did not have the slightest effect, and snorted lightly, I still don't believe that I can't break your turtle shell! With a ruthless heart, the sword technique in his right hand was flicked, and several long swords instantly merged into one, and the real long sword instantly surged with spiritual power around his body, faintly emitting a faint sword sound!

Ling Jian's figure jumped up, one sideways, his right hand held the hilt of the sword, his body rotated in mid-air for half a circle, the long sword in his hand suddenly slashed downward, the second style of Feng Ling's sword technique - Qianjun Sword!

The long sword instantly landed on the big bell, and the big bell, which had not been damaged at all under the previous attack, suddenly let out a slight buzzing sound at this time.

I saw that the big bell that was originally standing on the ground was now slowly pressed down, and the solid surface of the square was shaken out of a spider web-like crack at this moment, as if it was crushed by a majestic mountain as heavy as a thousand pounds!

A thousand sword, a sword weighs a thousand jun!

Lu Tian, who was under the bell, was a little pale by Ling Jian's Qianjun Sword, but could he be the one to admit defeat so easily? The answer was obviously no.

Lu Tian yelled: "Do you want to defeat me like this, don't dream!" On both palms, the spiritual power surged, Lu Tian slapped his palm on the bell wall in front of him, and the spiritual power continued to enter the bell body from the palm, Lu Tian frantically kept slapping one palm at a time on the bell wall, constantly consolidating the defense of the bell.

For a while, even if it was a Qianjun sword, he couldn't help it.

He used two sword moves one after another, and even with Ling Jian's strong spiritual power, he was also a little weak at this time, but seeing that victory was close at hand, Lu Tian looked like he was already at the end of his crossbow, how could he not fight!

A look of madness flashed in his eyes, Ling Jian withdrew the long sword that was pressed on the big bell, his hands kept pinching the sword trick, the long sword was quietly suspended in front of him, as one after another obscure sword tricks entered the long sword, the spiritual power around the long sword became more and more violent, and the bright light emitted became more and more dazzling, and a slight sword sound suddenly emanated from the long sword, although it was slight, but it could be heard.

Excalibur has a spirit!

"Lu Tian, if you can take my move again, the champion position, I will give it to Ling Jian!" If Lu Tian can really take this move, he will probably run out of spiritual power at that time, and there is no room for fighting back, and there is no difference from losing.

A trace of a madman's look flashed across Ling Jian's face, and he shouted loudly: "Feng Ling Sword Technique Third Style-Feng Ling Sword!" As soon as the words fell, I saw that the long sword in front of him suddenly rose into the air, and the sword body kept rotating, and as it kept turning, the aura of heaven and earth slowly gathered towards it!

Gradually, the long sword had disappeared, and a small tornado with a cyan color appeared in the air, and between the surging spiritual power, a trace of danger spread across the square.

Directly in front of the square, there were people from the three major families, Ling Zhizheng smiled and touched his beard, glanced at Lu Qing, whose face remained unchanged at this time, and a trace of doubt flashed in his heart, how could this old guy still be so calm?

"Hehe, Brother Lu, it seems that Xiao'er may be going to win this game!" Ling Zhi said with a smile towards Lu Qing.

"Brother Ling, don't talk too much, when the time comes, you won't be able to take it back, but it's not good. When Lu Qing heard Ling Zhi's words, he said such a sentence meaningfully, and a mocking smile appeared on his mouth.

Looking at this Lu Qing's steady victory, Ling Zhi faintly flashed a trace of uneasiness in his heart, his face was cloudy, and he glanced at Yun Tianyi beside him, who only shook his head slightly at him, signaling to continue watching the game, and the winner was about to be decided.

Temporarily suppressing the uneasiness in his heart, Ling Zhi also cast his eyes back on the square.

In the center of the square, a large bell was standing quietly, and the small tornado in the air had transformed into the appearance of the original long sword, but the entire sword was wrapped in the wind.

Ling Jian's face was very pale, the spiritual power of his whole body was drained, and victory or defeat was in one fell swoop!

With difficulty, he pulled out a sword trick, and Ling Jian's mouth made a somewhat dry voice: "Feng Ling Sword, attack!"

I saw that the Feng Ling Sword in mid-air suddenly let out a clear sound and shot towards the big bell below!

Lu Tian's face in the big bell sank like water, looking at the Feng Ling Sword that was attacking him, his hands were lowered, and he didn't intend to make any more resistance, so he watched quietly.

With a "boom", the Feng Ling Sword slammed into the big bell, and the big bell trembled slightly, and then, with a "Kala" sound, the entire big bell suddenly split apart, turned into a little golden light, and disappeared.

Without the obstruction of the big bell, the Feng Ling Sword slashed down angrily towards the figure inside the big bell.

There was a bang, and suddenly the dust spread, blocking everyone's view.

Is it over?Ling Jian sat on the ground with some relief, now he was exhausted, and he couldn't exert any strength all over his body, but he finally won, he showed a relieved expression on his face, but before he could be happy, the expression on his face gradually froze, and his head turned to the dusty place with a little stiffness, with disbelief in his eyes.

Ling Zhi sat on the seat, his face was gloomy and terrifying, he turned his head and glanced at Lu Qing deeply, his voice was a little low: "Brother Lu, the hiding is really deep, I didn't expect Lu Tian to have reached this point." ”

"Hahaha, Brother Ling has won the prize, and it's good to leave some hole cards, so as not to fall short. Lu Qing laughed a little smugly.

Snorted coldly, Ling Zhi didn't pay attention to Lu Qing anymore, Yun Tianyi on the side looked at the square, his eyes were also a little solemn, his brows were furrowed tightly, he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Brother Yun Fan, didn't Lu Tian lose, why didn't the referee announce the result?" Yun Xue looked at the square with some curiosity, under that kind of attack, Yun Xue didn't think that Lu Tian still had the possibility of turning the tables, but the referee didn't announce the result, and Brother Yun Fan next to her also had a solemn face, she couldn't figure it out.

"No, it's not over yet. Yun Fan muttered, I didn't expect that Lu Tian had already reached this point? It seems that this Lu family is indeed difficult to deal with.

Just when the audience wondered why the referee hadn't announced the result yet, where Lu Tian was originally standing, the smoke and dust dispersed, revealing a figure.

The crowd below couldn't help but exclaim, could it be that Lu Tian hadn't been defeated yet?

"I didn't want to expose it, but if I don't, I'm afraid I'm really not sure that I will take your move unscathed. Lu Tian's voice came from the smoke and dust.

Under the breeze, the smoke and dust dissipated, Lu Tian's figure appeared, at this time his clothes were still intact, there was no trace of messiness, a long sword was tightly sandwiched between the middle finger and index finger of his left hand, and he looked at Ling Jian in the distance with a playful smile.