Everyone was in shock, only to see that Zhu Yangui roared as if he had suddenly taken some excited pill, and the iron grip grabbed Hu Bandong like a raging storm, and the people outside the venue only saw his hand flickering like a silhouette.

Hu Bandong's crystal sword also danced impermeably, and kept parrying, the two of them did this for a hundred times, and Zhu Bandong didn't catch Hu Bandong, and Hu Bandong didn't stab Zhu Bandong's sword, both of them were sweating profusely, and the fight that was supposed to be a competition between spiritual power and spiritual magic turned into a competition of endurance at this moment.

At this moment, Jun Wuxian continued to sneer and said to the people behind him: "Look, this is the level of the only ghost who claims to have survived from the Dark Forest, do you think it's ridiculous?" ”

Behind Jun Wuxie, those ghosts who had originally stood respectfully and didn't dare to make a sound all laughed together and talked about it.

Some said: "Your Excellency, at the level of his three-legged cat, he dares to show off in front of your lord, it's simply shameless!" ”

Others said: "Yes, your lord, I really don't know how he got out of the Dark Forest, it seems that the guys who want to punish mistakes in the future can't be thrown into the Dark Forest anymore." ”

Others said: "Zhu is tired of ghosts, is your level really only like this?" So far, I haven't even caught a corner of someone's clothes! The king didn't take you out to embarrass you! ”

Bao Zhongguan listened to these people ridiculing the people of his team, and couldn't help laughing: "These demons and monsters are really crazy, right?" Seeing that he couldn't beat it, he began to ridicule his own people, hahaha. ”

Jiang Litian and Ding Baiwen frowned. Jiang Litian shook his hand and said, "Not necessarily, there must be something strange in this." ”

Bao Zhongguan was puzzled and asked, "What can be strange about this?" Can their behavior of destroying their own prestige still make them turn defeat into victory? ”

Ding Baiwen nodded in agreement with Jiang Litian's words, and said to Bao Zhongguan: "Senior Brother Bao, think about it, after Jun Wuxian said those few words just now, what is the difference in Zhu Wei's performance? ”

Bao Zhongguan thought for a while and replied, "He just fought more fiercely, but what does this have to do with Jun Wuxi's words?" Suddenly, he suddenly woke up and said, "Senior Brother Ding, are you saying that those ridicules are encouragement to Zhu Yigui?" Is this Zhu disgusting ghost getting more and more ridiculed? ”

Ding Baiwen nodded and said, "Presumably so." ”

Bao Zhongguan couldn't help but scolded: "Grandma, these monsters and monsters are really weird." ”

As soon as the discussion between the three of them ended, they saw that the iron grip of the Zhu disgusting ghost was grasping faster and faster, and the people outside the audience looked at it like a wall, and the last moment he grabbed Hu Bandong's thigh, and in less than a blink of an eye, his iron grip had already grabbed Hu Bandong's waist, abdomen, chest, neck, and head.

Although Hu Bandong's sword is also dancing more and more intensively, this sword is an extension of the hand after all, not as flexible as Zhu Yao's iron grip is as flexible as his own hand, and if he is a little slower, he may be scratched by Zhu Yangui's belly or chest.

After hundreds of rounds of fighting, seeing that Hu Bandong's sword was about to be overwhelmed, those little ghosts in the ghost world were still laughing and laughing, but Zhu Bandong's fighting spirit was getting higher and higher, and if it went on like this, Hu Bandong would definitely lose.

Meng Tingshu frowned, and said to Master Ding Baiwen: "Master, Senior Brother is afraid that he will lose if he continues like this, how can we help him." ”

Ding Baiwen also frowned and said, "How can you help?" After saying that he is going to fight alone, he can't send someone to replace him anymore, right? Besides, this iron gripper is very fast, and only Bandong's fast sword can resist it, who else can go up? ”

Jiang Litian's heart also began to get nervous, Hu Bandong was his most proud disciple after all, if he lost this game, there were still two games to win back, but this iron gripper was fatal, if his most precious disciple threw his life in Yunlei Square like this, he would be full of regret. He was also very reluctant that he could go up and replace him.

As if comforting himself, he said in a heavy voice: "Since you can't replace it, it's up to Bandong's own creation." ”

Hu Bandong has fought with Zhu Yan Ghost for countless rounds, and he also knows the horror of Zhu Yan Ghost, and he understands in his heart that if he wants to defeat Zhu Yan Ghost, he must defeat the enemy with one move and subdue his iron gripper, but his iron hand is too fast, and he never knows when the opportunity to make a move is before, otherwise his crystal sword will be sent, and his arm will reach into the grasp range of the iron hand, and he is afraid that one arm will be gone immediately.

After hundreds of rounds, he found that although Zhu Yangui's iron grip was fast, but after every thirty moves, his speed would be slower in the blink of an eye, presumably his iron hand also needed time to replenish energy, so he silently counted the moves of the new cycle of the iron gripper in his heart, and when he counted the thirtieth move, the crystal long sword no longer resisted the iron gripper, but the long sword was sent, stabbing towards the connection between the iron hand and the body.

Just when everyone thought that the iron hand was going to pinch off Hu Bandong's neck, the iron hand stopped an inch in front of Hu Bandong's neck, and then softened like a ball that suddenly deflated, and inky black blood flowed out from the root of the iron hand, staining the tip of the sword.

Zhu Yangui let out a loud "ah", and his hands covered the base of the bleeding iron arm. The ghosts who were still chattering immediately fell silent, and several ghosts immediately came up and took him down.

When the disciples of Wuji Palace saw that Senior Brother had finally won, they all erupted in a burst of enthusiastic cheers.

Jiang Litian was finally relieved, nodded approvingly to Hu Bandong, and then said to Jun Wuxie: "Jun Wuxie, in this first game, I, the apprentice, admit it, I don't know who you are going to send to play in the second game?" ”

The ghost king's face was pale, and he glared at the Zhu Ghost who was dragged down, and scolded: "It's useless for all the ghosts to collect your qi!" Then he looked at Jiang Litian, a treacherous smile immediately appeared on his face, and said: "Who to send to play in this first game is us to show the cards first, for the sake of fairness, who to send to play in this second game, isn't it time for you to show your cards first?" ”

As soon as his words fell, Meng Tingshu stood up and said to Ding Baiwen: "Master Master, Master, let me go to this game." ”

Jiang Litian and Ding Baiwen glanced at each other, in terms of cultivation, Hu Bandong was naturally the best under Meng Tingshu, even if he didn't know the strength of the other party, he would send the person who was most likely to win in order of strength.

In the end, Jiang Litian nodded, and Ding Baiwen said, "Tingshu, be careful. ”

Meng Tingshu nodded: "Master rest assured." ”

He stood in the middle of the fighting arena, looked at Jun Wuxian and the other ghosts, and said, "Your people can be sent out." ”