In the afternoon, there were more people coming to watch the game than expected. On one side is Qian Yuecheng, a powerful disciple of the Thunder Realm from this Realm Selection, and on the other side is Fang Ze, the disciple of the Heavenly Extreme Sect who has cultivated the fastest in a hundred years.

The two realm lords stood opposite each other, one south and one north, and there was no expression on their faces.

Including Nian Yang and the others, they didn't have much hope for this game in their hearts, and the battle armor of the Thunder Realm was almost in a state of insolvability so far. And before the game, everyone didn't come up with any tricks to deal with it.

Nian Yang looked at Fang Ze who was standing with a sword on the field with a solemn expression, and said that he wanted to be quiet by himself before the game, and he didn't know if the loss of Nuo Nuo in the morning had dealt a blow to him.

The Canghai Realm side was very quiet, quietly waiting for the start of the game, Fang Ze sacrificed the flying sword early, and the bright long sword emitted a faint golden light.

On the other side, Qian Yuecheng also called on the battle armor, his battle armor showed a purple-red light, the back armor was huge, almost covering both arms, and the hem was also very exaggerated and connected with the leg armor. The armor on his legs was so thick that his legs resembled elephant feet, and behind his helmet was a long sword that ran through his back armor, which was his flying sword.

Qian Yuecheng's flying sword has the same name as the battle armor, and the name is called the armor elephant.

"It should be a defensive opponent, I heard that this guy's true yuan is strong, and he can grind the opponent to death just in the first stage of the battle armor. Chen Wenshan said.

On the field, Qian Yuecheng was the first to attack, and the huge back armor suddenly shook rapidly, and a strange insect sound vibrated out, with a strange tone and an unpleasant sound. The disciples on the field all covered their ears, and some of them had poor skills, and they actually vomited on the spot.

The disciples of the four peaks located in the four corners hurriedly pinched the spirit technique, and an invisible wall rose from all directions of the arena, which blocked the extension of the sound gong. Xuangu even sacrificed the tide of the pipa and played an ethereal sound, so that those disciples who had lost their minds could regain their spirits.

Xiaohu wiped his mouth and said loudly: "Damn, what the hell, Lao Tzu is going to vomit out his lunch." ”

"Sound Gong. According to the people who played the game, this trick is called insect sound, and it can disturb people's minds. Nian Yang frowned and said.

At this moment, Fang Ze was still standing inside, the flying sword was on his side, and he didn't move at all. Nian Yang thought about it, the attack he received at this moment was far more serious than them, after all, Qian Yuecheng's attack was directed at him.

"Grandma's. Hit him. It's a ugly sound. Xiaohu shouted loudly in dissatisfaction.

At this time, the light of the elephant was even stronger, and Qian Yuecheng's true yuan was running rapidly.

"Hegemon. His second skill. Nian Yang's brows furrowed even tighter. "Let the armor be one with yourself, so that your defense has no dead ends, until the sound gong completely destroys the enemy. ”

"What a scoundrel's trick. Chen Wenshan said.

"I'm so angry! My brother won't want to lose. Ling'er said loudly while covering her ears.

Bai Ruonan and the others, whose skills were slightly worse, had already retreated into the distance, even with the double protection of the disciples of the Four Peaks and Xuangu, such a level of sound skill would make them unbearable.

The most relaxed of these people in the field was Gulhabagun, who was slightly lucky with the defensive mantra in the hard water technique, but he was not greatly affected. On the side, Ling'er grabbed a pair of his big hands and asked him to help cover his ears.

And people like Luo Hui and others had already run away, and they didn't care much about the outcome of the battle itself.

Nian Yang had the luck spirit trick in his hand, relying on the pranayama exercises taught by Shen Mengyou to help stabilize his mind. At the same time, he also helped Chen Wenshan, who was a little less skilled, to make him less uncomfortable.

Nian Yang's eyes were always staring at Fang Ze in the field. Fang Ze's expression seemed to be painful, like loss, constantly changing, but it was not a relaxed demeanor.

Fang Ze looked at Qian Yuecheng, who was on the offensive in front of him, and sighed in his heart, the purple-red light formed countless whirlpools in the field, making the sound skill even more ghostly.

Fang Ze's figure looked unusually lonely, he looked around, and how desolate his heart was.

Nian Yang didn't understand why Fang Ze hadn't made a move yet, even if his cultivation was good, he wouldn't be able to last long in such an environment.

Suddenly, Fang Ze raised his head to the sky and shouted, and the sound actually broke through the barrier of the disciples of the Four Peaks and resounded through the sky.

That's the voice that came out with the help of Zhenyuan!

"It's over! This kid is crazy. Xiaohu said loudly, "It's starting to scream." ”

"Nope. Look at his movements, that's!" Chen Wenshan said in the same loud voice.

I saw that Fang Ze's body suddenly leaned forward, and his body was almost touching the ground. He bowed forward with one hand and backward with the other, the sword almost parallel to the ground. Fang Ze's figure disappeared into the field at once.

"Wind Sword Technique?" Nian Yang muttered.

Chen Wenshan shook his head and said, "That's not the Wind Sword Technique, that's 'Xun'." ”

"Xun?" Nian Yang looked at Chen Wenshan and said.

"That's the sword technique that is only in Yuan Dong, Xun in the eight swords of Qiankun, and it comes faster than the wind sword technique. I didn't expect him to be able to learn such a high-level sword technique!" Chen Wenshan became more and more excited the more he spoke, and he was speechless by the end.

Fang Ze's figure suddenly appeared after Qian Yuecheng's back armor. Holding the Dinghuang Sword with both hands, it stabbed into his back armor suddenly, the golden light of the Hegemony Technique trembled but shattered in an instant, and the sword end of the Dinghuang Sword produced a sonic boom, and the air exploded at the end of the sword.

"That's Zhen! Brother is using the Qiankun Eight Swords?" Ling'er on the other side also reacted.

Qian Yuecheng rushed forward violently, his body losing balance. He hurriedly pinched up the spirit trick in a vain attempt to activate the second stage of the battle armor.

However, Fang Ze didn't give him a chance, his sword shook two beautiful sword flowers from his right hand to his left hand.

"Away. Ling'er continued to shout, "Then make a move!"

Before Qian Yue's spiritual trick was completed, Ding Huang had already shaved off a large piece of the armor, and his battle armor was actually dismembered by Fang Ze.

Qian Yuecheng spurted out a mouthful of blood, but he didn't understand what had just happened.

Fang Ze's eyes were blazing, he held the sword in his right hand and backhand, and threw it into the air, Ding Huang spun above his head, bursting out with dazzling light.

Final Blow!

"Dry. It's over. Chen Wenshan's last voice seemed to be surprised but a little helpless.

Nian Yang didn't react at all, and the game on the field was over.

Fang Ze half-knelt on the venue, the hilt of his sword was only two inches away from Qian Yuecheng's eyes. Qian Yuecheng's battle armor shattered into countless small pieces, lying on the ground and spitting blood.

The Dinghuang Sword reflected Fang Ze's side face, resolute and cold.

"Your sound skills are very sad, why?" Fang Ze asked softly.

Qian Yuecheng didn't answer, just looked at the man in front of him in horror. Such a young man, who had only been cultivating for half a year, actually smashed the hegemony technique that he had been practicing for decades.

"I want to be like you. Because I don't want to be sad, I don't want to be lonely. Fang Ze said, "But I suddenly found that I can't do it, only the strong have the right to speak in this world, and today's things make me slowly sober up." ”

Fang Ze got up, put away his long sword, and muttered, "Maybe I am destined to only be a lonely powerhouse. ”