"Okay, I'm full, I can't eat anymore." Finally, the white fat man stuffed another pile of dried meat, touched his round belly and said.

"Really full?" Zhou Xian looked at the foodie in front of him and suddenly felt a little cute.

"I'm so full, my stomach will explode if I eat it again." The white fat man said honestly.

"Okay, let's do it." As soon as the words fell, Zhou Xian suddenly stabbed out with a sword.

This sword is so powerful, so fast, and the holy qi poured into the sword is so majestic!

Obviously, like the previous Guanghua elites, the power of this sword is still far beyond that of ordinary Law Saints, and in some places it is no less powerful than the Soul Saint Realm.

"What a fast swordsmanship, such a strong sword might!" Seeing the eight cyan holy beads between his eyebrows, but the sword comparable to the soul saint, the hearts of everyone in Xinghua Kingdom hung again.

After all, Guanghuaguo has won four games in a row, and as long as there is one more victory, this ten-party ceremony will end ahead of schedule.

But the white and chubby guy on the stage is still eating with a round belly, I'm afraid I can't even walk like that, how can I fight with others.

"Beidou, Batian!" Just when everyone was anxious, the white fat man also made a move.

"Huh!" Many people were shocked. The white fat man's sword was even faster than Zhou Xian's sword.

Who would have thought that a person with a round stomach who couldn't even seem to walk would use such a fast sword move.

In that shocking sound, the two swords had already slashed each other in the air, making a crisp sound of "bang".

The sparks flew, the white fat man took two steps back, and the long sword in his hand was also swung back, but Zhou Xian only took one step back, and the sword in his hand was not exhausted, and he continued to slash towards the white fat man.

Obviously, with the sword power comparable to that of the Soul Saint, Zhou Xian had the absolute upper hand.

"Beidou, Batian!" Seeing that Zhou Xian's unfinished sword momentum continued to slash, the white fat man shouted loudly and slashed out another sword.

The metal and iron rang out, the sparks splashed everywhere, and the two of them stepped back again.

This time, it took five or six steps back for the two to stabilize their bodies, and it seemed that they were evenly divided.

But don't forget, Zhou Xian only slashed out one sword, but the white fat man used two swords, and it was obvious that Zhou Xian had the absolute upper hand.

The faces of all the Xinghua people darkened: Could it be that this is the last competition of Xinghua Kingdom, and the final victory will be lost to them.

However, all the people in Guanghua Kingdom were in high spirits, as if the dawn of victory was just around the corner.

"Beidou, Batian!" Not allowing them to think too much, the white fat man flew up again, sword after sword, like a flying fire meteor rushing towards Zhou Xian.

In the field, the sound of gold and iron resonating is endless, and strings of sparks flash quickly, as if fireworks are in full bloom in a festival celebration.

The figures of the two were staggered, and in less than half an hour, they had already exchanged a hundred swords. To be more precise, it was Zhou Xian who shot a hundred swords, and the white fat man actually needed two swords to resist him with one sword.

"If it goes on like this, I'm afraid it's not a solution." In the audience, an old man from Xinghua said worriedly.

Everyone can see that this style of play is not so much a competition for sword skills, but a competition for holy energy, and whoever has more holy energy will have the last laugh.

But the problem is that the two of them are both the eight grades of the Law Saint, and their cultivation is almost the same, Jun Lansheng needs two swords to block the two swords of others, and the consumption of holy qi is twice that of others, so if you fight like this, it is only a matter of time before you lose.

"If you don't do this, there's no way, everyone on the other side has a combat power far beyond cultivation, even comparable to the Soul Saint, otherwise you will only lose faster." The Xinghua compatriot next to him said helplessly.