Hearing Sun Jinwen's voice, Wu Jiuzhong's eyes condensed slightly.

At this moment, thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind.

Heaven-level spirit sword?

Feather Mang?

How did Sun Jinwen know that he had these two heaven-level spirit swords?

Could it be that Huang Feizhou or Zhao Yu told him?

When he pulled out the feather mang Chengying on Wanjian Peak, he was seen by Huang Feizhou and Zhao Yu who were hiding in the shadows.

He should have learned from Huang Feizhou that he had these two heaven-level spirit swords on his body.

Sun Jinwen's fierce face is getting closer and closer.

Wu Jiu is removed!

He raised his hand and grabbed it, the momentum was like lightning, and the target was Sun Jinwen's neck.

Sun Jinwen's eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a look of surprise in his eyes.

It's just that a one-star martial artist didn't take out the heaven-level spirit sword, but he didn't dodge or dodge and planned to fight with himself?

Hmph, since I'm looking for death, then I can't blame it!

Sun Jinwen urged the elixir with all his might, and smashed his arm towards Wu Jiuzhong.

This blow has a force of 8,000 catties, and a mere one-star martial artist will be directly beaten into a puddle of meat by himself!

Syllable!

There was a crunch.

Sun Jinwen's fist smashed on Wu Jiuzhong's palm!

The expected collapse at the touch of a bamboo, and the pleasure of smashing the other party into a pulp did not appear.

Sun Jinwen obviously felt that Wu Jiuzhong's palm was as thick as a mountain, obviously flesh and blood, but it was hard, like an indestructible piece of dark iron.

The palm of his hand was smashed by a huge force of 8,000 catties, not to mention that he didn't move at all, and his arm was numb and couldn't lift it for a while.

Sun Jinwen was shocked, and secretly said something bad in his heart.

When he pulled out and wanted to escape, he suddenly felt his neck tighten, as if he was being clamped by iron tongs, and his whole breath stagnated.

Sun Jinwen's eyes widened in horror, and he found that his body was getting farther and farther away from the ground.

He looked down!

He was pinched by Wu Jiuzhong's neck and lifted high, and then slammed into the ground.

At this moment, Sun Jinwen only felt that his eyes were black and golden!

His internal organs churned violently, his body twitched, something spewed out of his mouth, his brain was buzzing, his ears were temporarily deaf, and a sense of fear that he had never felt before occupied his heart!

Sun Jinwen panicked and struggled desperately to get up from the ground.

It was as if a mountain had fallen from behind him, crushing him to death, lying on the ground and unable to move at all.

Wujian Hall, there is a dead silence!

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the brief scene that took place in the ring of life and death, and was stunned!

They were dumbfounded, and their expressions were sluggish, as if they were petrified.

The third son of the Sword Feather Sect, Sun Jinwen, the young master of the North China Business Alliance, was defeated!

It's still a face-to-face defeat with one move!

Now it's like a dead dog being trampled on the ground!

Is this my own dream?

That's the high-flying Sun Jinwen!

Li Qingyao, Su Yaxuan and others, who were originally sweating for Wu Jiu, all widened their eyes at this time and their faces were full of disbelief.

What did they just see?

Sun Jinwen, who rushed towards Wu Jiuzhong unstoppably, was grabbed by Wu Jiuzhong's neck with one arm and fell heavily to the ground.

Then Wu Jiuzhong stepped on Sun Jinwen's back with one foot, so that the other party couldn't get up!

At this moment, the life and death ring cracked and spread, and the entire Martial Sword Hall was shaking.

Li Qingyao had guessed before that Wu Jiuzhong might have the certainty of defeating Sun Jinwen.

But she didn't think that Wu Jiuzhong was still a one-trick defeat and won so easily.

Shangguan Li'er looked at the scene on the stage, and there was a hint of surprise in her glass-like clear and cold eyes.

Sun Jinwen is an eight-star martial artist, and he has the power of eight thousand catties with all his strength.

But in front of him, it was like a child who could just walk.

It seems that his true strength is much more than what he shows when he does it himself.

......

In the ring of life and death, Wu Jiu stepped on Sun Jinwen's back, pressing the other party to the ground and unable to move at all.

The ground cracked and spread slowly like a spider's web, and it was hard to imagine how terrifying the power of this ring was at this time.

Sun Jinyi was stunned for a moment, then rushed to the ring with an exclamation.

She threw herself down beside Sun Jinwen: "Brother...... Elder brother...... How are you?"

Sun Jinwen looked up at Sun Jinyi with difficulty, and blood flowed out of his ears, mouth, mouth and nose.

His entire face was purple-red, apparently due to the oppression of the force.

Sun Jinyi raised his head suddenly, looked at Wu Jiuzhong and shouted angrily: "Boy, let go of my brother, otherwise our Sun family will never let you go!"

Wu Jiuzhong's expression was indifferent, and with a little force under his feet, Sun Jinwen spurted out two mouthfuls of blood again.

"Brother ———"

Sun Jinyi's beautiful eyes were round, and he was already in chaos.

Sun Jinwen's brain gradually recovered at this time.

He realized that he had lost, and that he had lost badly.

The foot that Wu Jiu stepped on on his back seemed to weigh 10,000 catties, and he couldn't move at all.

At this time, Sun Jinwen realized a problem.

Martial Jiuzhong is by no means as simple as imagined, although the other party's cultivation seems to be only a one-star martial artist, but his strength is definitely better than that of a nine-star martial artist, and his defeat in one move is the best proof.

"Now, do you still want to kill me?" asked Wu Jiuzhong.

Sun Jinwen hurriedly begged for mercy: "Spare your life!

Sun Jinyi looked at his brother with wide eyes, and sat on the ground and looked at Wu Jiuzhong blankly, his beautiful face was full of disbelief.

At the same time, there was an uproar in the Martial Sword Hall.

"Damn! Sun Jinwen is defeated! Sun Jinwen is actually defeated!"

"Haha! Senior Brother Martial Arts won! Senior Brother Martial Arts won!"

"The Sun family uses the martial arts junior brother, Sun Jinyi looks down on people, but he didn't expect the little junior brother to hide deeply, and even Sun Jinwen was defeated!"

"Sun Jinyi regrets it now, right?

"How is this possible? Sun Jinwen is an eight-star martial artist, and the martial junior is only a one-star martial artist, right?"

"Didn't you hear Sun Jinwen begging for mercy? I didn't expect Sun Jinwen to have this day, it's unbelievable!"

"I'm not dreaming, am I? Brother, can you please slap me in the mouth to sober me up?"

......

"Who did it? Who did it?"

At this moment, an angry roar suddenly sounded, drowning out everyone's chatter.

"It's the Elder Steward of the Martial Sword Hall!" someone whispered.

Wu Jiuzhong raised his eyebrows slightly and looked down.

Next to the pillar that was cut off by Shangguan Li'er's sword, the three white-bearded old men jumped to their feet in anger.

"It's me!" Shangguan Li'er said coldly.

"Huh, you dare to stand up and admit it!" the old men were all stunned, and one of them snorted angrily.

Then they followed the sound and saw Shangguan Li'er standing there, and the expression on their faces suddenly froze.

"By the way, I think I have an urgent business to attend to today!" muttered an old man staring overhead.

Another old man said, "I think I forgot to do something!"

"Then what are we still doing here?

The three white-bearded old men disappeared without a trace.