Qin Baichuan stood in the ring, he may be facing the strongest person he has met so far, but his sense of mission and responsibility does not allow him to retreat, even if he sacrifices his life for this?

"Come on"

The field was unusually quiet, no one made a sound to disturb the two of them, and they were silently cheering for Qin Baichuan in their hearts.

"Let's make a move, I'll let you make three moves" The thirteen wolves were expressionless, he could feel the support of everyone in the field for Qin Baichuan, before he stepped into this room, maybe these people were still working on their own, scattered. But now it is like a rope, unbreakable, which makes him yearn for the mythical Li Tiandao. So what kind of person would have so many followers?

He has fought from the basement floor to the present, and the situation on almost every floor is similar, and he will not hesitate to sacrifice his life for Li Tiandao.

Such an opponent, respectable!

"If you and I fight, let me make three moves is acceptable, but now it's not you and me who are fighting, let me make three moves is humiliating me" Qin Baichuan's face was solemn.

The thirteen wolves nodded, and their figures suddenly rose into the air, falling quickly like an eagle striking into the sky, and the aura was all over the body

The sound of "zilala" surrounds like thunder and lightning.

He threw a punch so fast that everyone could only see the afterimage of him left in the air

There was a loud "boom", and the bluestone ring was beaten out of a huge pit, and the flying stones even had a burning smell, and they were made pitch black.

Qin Baichuan gathered his spirit and narrowly avoided this attack, but the corner of his clothes was also damaged by this clever attack.

After the blow, everyone seemed to be a little stupid, the strength of the thirteen wolves was too strong, and there was the power of thunder and lightning in the aura, could Qin Baichuan really win? Their hearts were about to rise to their throats.

"Not bad" The thirteen wolves got up and continued their rapid attacks, the spiritual power condensed by thunder and lightning covered his whole body, and the terrifying power doubled Qin Baichuan's pressure.

As soon as the two of them fight, his spiritual power will be scorched clean by the electric spiritual power of the thirteen wolf thunders, and the entire ring will be completely dark after a while, and the collision between the two is wonderful, and it has improved countless grades compared to the previous battle, but no one pays attention to these now, they only hope that Qin Baichuan can win.

"Taizu Long Fist" Qin Baichuan shouted, the fist suddenly opened and closed, without any defense, the spiritual power manifested almost condensed, and the strength suddenly increased several times, and the momentum sank.

This move made Qiao Hui's face change, in the last underground ranking battle, Qin Baichuan relied on this set of invincible fists to fight him back, and now the power is several times stronger than last time, it seems to have a kind of artistic conception in it, at this moment Qiao Hui is not jealous at all, he even hopes that Qin Baichuan will be stronger and directly defeat the thirteen wolves.

The thunder and lightning spiritual power of the thirteen wolves was suppressed, and with every contact, his spiritual power was actually disassembled by a wonderful force in Qin Baichuan's hand, and at the same time, he attacked with stronger force, making his hands a little sore.

"Yes, I actually comprehended a little 'fist intent', if I can maintain this artistic conception, I may be able to become a grandmaster within five years" The two separated after a collision.

The thirteen wolves praised casually but Qin Baichuan was surprised, he went through more than ten years of exploration, before he comprehended a little 'meaning', the fist has fist intent, the sword and the sword intent, only by comprehending the 'meaning', can he touch the threshold of the grandmaster, form a real gangqi, and only after the spirit and spirit reach the peak can he become a grandmaster, and he is just in the initial stage, what he understands is the domineering meaning of Taizu's long fist that only attacks but does not defend, and integrates it into the battle.

The thirteen wolves can actually see the 'meaning' in his fist, and he behaves so calmly, so does he also comprehend the 'meaning'. But how is this possible? The thirteen wolves are probably less than twenty, and if it is true, then this understanding is too terrifying.

"You are a good opponent, I will give you a happy death" The voice of the thirteen wolves was very indifferent, as if death was a relief and a gift.

"Thunder"

His voice was still so indifferent, and the thunder and lightning spiritual power on his body were swept alive, constantly swimming around his body, like countless small snakes.

But his strength, his momentum suddenly increased several times, and a terrifying pressure enveloped Qin Baichuan.

Everyone was praying in their hearts for a miracle, and judging from the current momentum, Qin Baichuan would undoubtedly be defeated.

"Accept it, your fate" the thirteen wolves spread their hands and seemed to chant.

Qin Baichuan has been a little overwhelmed by this momentum, he understands that he can't wait any longer, if it drags on any longer, he has no chance of winning, at this moment his heart is shaken, how much can his domineering fist intent be exerted?

The hegemon, move forward bravely, and the momentum cannot be weak!

"Iron Fist Unequaled" Qin Baichuan clenched his fists, his face was flushed, his fists were covered with a golden spiritual power, like gold poured, and he was trying to break free from the control of the thirteen wolves.

"Rush, overlord, fearless" Qin Baichuan opened and closed, his fists were like two golden steamed buns, and he attacked the thirteen wolves directly.

"Furious Thunder" The thirteen wolves roared, and tens of thousands of volts of electricity seemed to be circulating above and below their bodies, carrying endless furious intent towards Qin Baichuan.

Han Zimeng and the others have been watching their battle, Qin Baichuan at this moment seems to have no possibility of winning, his momentum is shrouded by thirteen wolves, unable to break free, every attack will make Qin Baichuan's body scratch a trace of scars, that kind of violent power makes his flesh and blood explode little by little, and defeat seems to be a matter of time.

Looking at Qin Baichuan who was desperate for his faith in the ring, everyone felt a trace of tragedy, his old opponent Qiao Hui's eyes even turned red, he had never been so convinced by Qin Baichuan, but today he was convinced!

Han Zimeng is a little lonely, is it really irretrievable?

I don't know why, the figure of Shi Xuan suddenly appeared in his mind, the young man who crushed their Han family in the Wolong Mountain Range and saved them all.

"Is it possible to win if he's there?"

Thinking of that indifferent expression and domineering figure, she suddenly stopped Zhou Tianjun

"Call Shi Xuan and ask her to come back quickly"

Zhou Tianjun was stunned, Qin Baichuan was not an opponent, how could Shi Xuan win.

"This is not good, Shi Xuan's strength...."

"Shut up, do whatever you want" Han Zimeng snorted coldly and snatched Zhou Tianjun's mobile phone.

explained the situation here one by one on the phone, including the past of Zhantai Zhenming and Li Tiandao, and finally she said

"I hope you can come, you can win"

hung up the phone directly, Han Zimeng didn't have any right to ask Shi Xuan to do anything, she just hoped that Shi Xuan could come over.

Shi Xuan on the other end of the phone was hanging out with Zhao Yun and hung up the phone. Shi Xuan's face was solemn, he had a strong affection for Huaxia, the place where he had been raised for two lives, and now that the martial arts world in Huaxia had been provoked, he was duty-bound. At this time, the infighting is not important at all, what matters is who can win?

It doesn't matter who Qin Baichuan or the Thirteen Wolves can win, what matters is what they represent behind their victory?

The two quickly ran towards the stadium.

At this moment, Qin Baichuan was in danger, his whole body was torn by the violent thunder intent, and his skin was even severely burned, but he still stood firmly, his will told him that he couldn't fall.

Seeing that tragic figure struggling to persevere, many viewers even burst into tears, Qin Baichuan was their hero in this battle.

The four underground floors were crowded with people, and all the people who participated in the underground ranking battle in the entire Huaxia gathered here, and the thirteen wolves picked three floors, and Qin Baichuan was the last hope.

"You are a respectable opponent, I will not kill you" The thirteen wolves stood with their hands in their hands and did not make any more moves.

Clear-eyed people knew that Qin Baichuan had been defeated, his hands were black, his skin began to seep blood, and his legs trembled and stood opposite Thirteen Lang.

"Heh, as a person of Huaxia, you can die in battle, you can't admit defeat" He slurred his speech, but he still remembered his mission to win, his brain was already blank, and he only remembered that he couldn't lose.

Qin Baichuan dragged his heavy body forward and attacked.

"I understand you, since this is the case, I can only fulfill it" There seemed to be more admiration in the indifferent voice of the thirteen wolves, and he saw his figure in Qin Baichuan's body.

The thirteen wolves raised their palms, and a stream of violent spiritual power came out, as if they wanted to free this sad hero as soon as possible.

Everyone closed their eyes, they understood that they lost, Li Tiandao lost, the martial arts world in Huaxia lost, and the hero who fought would also become a corpse, and they burst into tears and wept for this sad hero. They didn't change all this, and helping Qin Baichuan now was trampling on his personality.

They couldn't bear to watch him fall, and everyone closed their eyes.

However, when everyone opened their eyes again, the expected scene did not come. There was a person standing between the Thirteen Wolves and Qin Baichuan, and his palm separated the attack of the Thirteen Langs. He wasn't tall, but he ignited the flame of hope for everyone present.

Han Zimeng covered her mouth and cried, he still came after all? She believed that Shi Xuan would definitely win.

The figure of this young man seemed to have given Qin Baichuan a dose of reassurance, and although his tall body was thin, it was like an optimus pillar that supported everyone's beliefs.

The moment Qin Baichuan fell, Shi Xuan caught him, such a person deserved Shi Xuan's respect. Some people are demons, but they know the true feelings of the world, and some people become Buddhas, but they want the blood of the world to flow like a river. It doesn't matter if it's a Buddha or a demon, it's the mind that matters.

"Boy, you must win, I believe you" Qin Baichuan grinned reluctantly, and finally fainted.

Shi Xuan sent Qin Baichuan to the strongest area, he saw the expectation in everyone's eyes, the hope in everyone's eyes, Shi Xuan, who had no pressure, actually had a trace of pressure at this time, he was burdened with the belief of more than 100,000 people present, and this shackle was very heavy.

Before the Great War, such pressure was very dangerous, and he took a deep breath and put this pressure at the bottom of his heart.

Said to the audience

"Leave it to me next"