"Click!"

At this moment, a sound like a porcelain bowl being shattered came, everyone's pupils shrank, and they saw that in the middle of the air, where the two swords were opposite, a little white crack spread out, visible to the naked eye.

"The attack of these two people is too terrifying! Someone exclaimed in such a loud voice.

It is true that, just as this person said, the two people were indeed terrifying, but they lasted for a moment, and then the two long swords flew sideways.

Seeing this, Zhang Jiawen and Tang Wanquan hurriedly dodged to grab the sword, if a swordsman did not have a sword, it is conceivable that their strength would be greatly reduced.

Tang Wanquan took the lead in holding the sword, and saw that Zhang Jiawen was unstable in pinching the sword, and flicked his fingers on the hilt of the sword.

Buzzing!

The three-foot Qingfeng in front of him shot out instantly, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Zhang Jiawen, and the cold light on it burst out, humming constantly, with an extremely cold aura.

That Zhang Jiawen felt the cold aura coming from the surface, and he hurriedly held the sword to intercept it, and the long sword slashed out obliquely, and the flying Ling Han was missed by an arc.

Hiss!

Despite this, Zhang Jiawen was still slashed by the blade of the sword, blood splashed, and the white bones appeared under the wound, and the pain spread all over his body.

Zhang Jiawen felt the power of that blow, and there was still some happiness in his heart, he couldn't imagine that if he hadn't blocked that sword in time, he was inserted into his heart, or the sea of qi, he might have died.

After being injured like this, Zhang Jiawen had a short stagnation, and Tang Wanquan took this opportunity to use his qi sword to take the long sword back in his hand.

"The reaction is good!" Tang Wanquan smiled faintly when the sword shook his hand, his eyebrows slanted, and he said in a somewhat playful tone.

"Sure enough, the swordsmanship is powerful!" Zhang Jiawen also sighed, and then didn't say more, the long sword was pulled, the sword flowers bloomed, the violent sword qi spread, and his body swept out, approaching Tang Wanquan.

Seeing this, Tang Wanquan immediately jumped up, turned his sword slightly, and the cyclone rose out of thin air, facing Zhang Jiawen.

For the next period of time, the two fought in close quarters, and the swords collided with each other, with both attack and defense, and no one fell into the inferior.

Everyone in the audience saw that the two of them were fighting each other like this, and they were staring intently, and the two of them saw the moves, the moves, and the moves, all of which were so appropriate, it was simply a model for sword cultivators to practice.

After nearly a hundred moves, at a certain moment, that Zhang Jiawen suddenly stared at a defensive gap and stabbed out with a sword.

Sou!

A hurried voice came, and Tang Wanquan saw that Zhang Jiawen saw a flaw, and hurriedly withdrew his hand to block it, but it was already a little too late, the moment his long sword came into contact with the opponent's sword qi, a blood mark had already appeared on his left upper waist.

That Zhang Jiawen took advantage of the situation to fight again, Tang Wanquan knew that he was weak now, and hurriedly retreated to open the distance.

Zhang Jiawen did not give up, and volleyed out two swords, the sword light flew, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and the majestic energy permeated the entire competition platform, rolling up gusts of wind and dust.

Woohoo!

Seeing this, Tang Wanquan, who was retreating, also hurriedly shot out two sword lights to resist, impartially, and collided with the two sword lights that flew out.

Rumble!

The earth-shattering sound dispersed, and the sword light exploded, venting the intoxicating aura in the sky, like fireworks blooming, extremely gorgeous.

After a while, Tang Wanquan stood still, looked at Zhang Jiawen from a distance, and shouted: "Sure enough, there is some ability, but you and I are so entangled, under a thousand moves, it may be difficult to distinguish the winner from the loser, it is better for you and us to fight a move, compare its might, if you can get the upper hand from it, it will be considered a win, how about it?"

"I like it!" Zhang Jiawen also knew that if this battle continued to be confrontational like this, in the end, both sides would lose, and there would be no benefit to both of them, even if they won, the next one would definitely be lost.

Therefore, at this moment, the move proposed by Tang Wanquan to determine the outcome is undoubtedly to solve the current dilemma of the two people.

After Zhang Jiawen nodded, Tang Wanquan raised his sword and pointed to the sky, and before the capacity, he shouted in a low voice: "My next move is the sun and the moon, if you can break it, I will immediately admit defeat." ”

When Zhang Jiawen heard the voice, he also put his sword to his ear: "If I make this move and listen to the wind and chant if it falls into the inferior, I will automatically step down." ”

"Come on!"

After the two of them made a gentleman's agreement, Tang Wanquan took the lead in exerting his strength, throwing the long sword heavily, and then, with a little finger, poured aura into the direction of the sword.

Zizi.

Suddenly, a golden light burst out from the place where the long sword was, and the golden light was brighter than the sun and the moon.

The aura is like silk, the sword aura is like a waterfall, and the energy is released in mid-air, which actually squeezes out ripples from the surrounding air.

This kind of formation is not small, but the formation of Zhang Jiawen is even stronger, and he recited the mantra only to see that the long sword next to his ears was overflowing with cold light, the light was like flowing water, the sword was like a boat, and the sword was wandering above the cold light, like a boat swimming in the water, moving forward slightly, and it actually led to a little snoring wind.

Gradually, the sound of the wind became more and more urgent, and the cold light also became more and more dazzling, and the golden light emitted by Tang Wanquan's long sword seemed to be superior.

The sword qi of the two people was overflowing, and the next moment, the entire competition platform was shrouded in sword light, a golden light, a cold light, the two faced each other, dividing the competition platform into half, and it was distinct.

"The sun and the moon shine together!"

"Listen to the wind!"

Tang Wanquan and that Zhang Jiawen drank their sword moves almost at the same time, and the long swords in their hands also shot separately.

Whoa!

Suddenly, a wave of air like a hurricane tornado spread out between the two of them, visible to the naked eye, and everyone below saw this, and they all exclaimed in amazement.

"Oh my God, I'm afraid that the strength of these two people will not be able to find an opponent during the foundation building period!"

"I'm afraid that only Senior Brother Zhu Tong can fight with them. ”

......

Just when everyone was talking, the two long swords were already close, but they did not completely touch each other, as if there was an invisible barrier between the two swords, and it was always rare to survive.

"The two sword qi are too strong, compressing the air to the extreme, forming a wall of qi, and now no one's attack can be inched, it seems that it is going to be a stalemate again. Said a discerning man.

Sure enough, as this person said, for the next period of time, the two of them continued to inject aura into their long swords to maintain the status quo.

Time passed little by little, and the faces of both of them showed a little pale, and sweat broke out from their foreheads, and it could be seen that both of them were about to run out of aura.

"The strength of the two is equal, I'm afraid I won't be able to tell the winner for a while. Jia Jin under the competition stage looked at the two of them at this time, his eyes were solemn, and he didn't have the excitement of appreciating an evenly matched duel at all.

Indeed, if you look at the duel with a bias, you will never appreciate the opponent, and you will only expect the winner in your heart to end in the most gorgeous way.

However, Jing Jue smiled faintly and said, "Not necessarily, that soup is about to be unbearable." ”

Jia Jin heard Jing Jue's words, and was about to ask why, when a roar suddenly broke out on the stage, he hurriedly raised his eyes, only to see that Tang Wanquan bared his teeth and roared loudly.

"What is he doing?" Jia Jin said puzzled.

Jing Jue replied: "Stimulate the most primitive wildness!"

This trick is actually very useful, when Jing Jue confronts the green ghost, whenever he can't resist, he roars loudly, and can squeeze out some explosive energy to help him resist.

Under that Tang Wanquan's roar, the golden sword light on the stage seemed to have momentum, and it suddenly pressed a large piece forward.

Seeing this, Zhang Jiawen hurriedly gritted his teeth and resisted hard, but he couldn't help but take two steps back when he was on top of the momentum.

However, it is only a step back.

Tang Wanquan saw that he still failed to win completely, and there was another roar, and then pressed forward, this time there was still some effect, but compared to before, it was a little unsatisfactory.

One or two impacts were blocked by Zhang Jiawen, Tang Wan was unconvinced, and roared again, the green tendons between his foreheads were rising, sweat was constantly slipping down, and his lips were almost cracked.

Tried to press forward again, but this time it had no effect at all, and Tang Wan collapsed with a look of disbelief.

"Don't you know how to exhaust yourself in one go?" At this moment, Zhang Jiawen shouted angrily, squeezed the strength of his body cleanly, and quickly injected it into the long sword.

Thundered!

The long sword was instantly chilled, and its majesty was awe-inspiring, not much worse than when it was in its full state before, it instantly pierced through the qi wall, directly piercing the golden sword light, and when the golden light collapsed, it was like thunder.

At the same time, Tang Wanquan no longer had the strength to resist, and his body flew out upside down like a paper kite with a broken thread, falling off the competition platform.

The winner and the loser are finally separated.

Seeing that Tang Wanquan fall from the ring, Zhang Jiawen showed a bleak smile on his face, and the long sword in his hand clattered and landed on the competition platform.

"I won!" he said, and his whole body sat down on the ground as if he had collapsed.

Everyone below froze for a moment, looked at the paralyzed figure in a daze, and shouted.

"It's really not easy for this kid to win!" Jia Jin looked at this and sighed with emotion.

"It's really not easy, after all, they are all people who use swords, and many offenses and defenses are almost the same, and it is difficult to win in moves. Tao Xian on the side also interjected.

"But he won in his moves. ”

......

Just as a few people were talking, the referee elder flew off the field, landed beside Tang Wanquan, who had passed out in a coma, carefully probed, and arranged for someone to send him down to rest before slowly walking onto the competition platform.

"Zhang Jiawen, win!"

As soon as these words came out, a tsunami-like shout broke out from the audience, and these voices naturally came from the mouths of many disciples of the Heavenly Punishment Sect, they were excited, another disciple of the Heavenly Punishment Sect, the first winner group.

At this time, Jing Jue and the others finally breathed a sigh of relief, after all, the referee elder of the martial arts competition platform where Zhang Jiawen was located was from the Hongru faction, and they were still a little afraid that this elder's referee would be unfair before.

However, the moment the referee elder announced Zhang Jiawen's victory, all disappeared.