The battle between Jun San and Wu Jiyu ended, and through the crowd, he saw Li Xuancai, who was nodding slightly at him, and smiled slightly, ignoring the chaotic battle in the ring.

Time passed little by little, and the figures in the ring decreased one by one, until there were just a hundred left in the ring, and the voice of the head of the Li family resounded again.

"Aoyama Dabi, the re-election is over"

The teenagers standing in the ring all breathed a sigh of relief, cheered, and waved their arms at the crowd in front of the ring, always teenagers, and couldn't help but show off a few times.

With the end of the semi-finals, the spectators in front of the stands gradually dispersed, and today is only the semi-finals, and the real final will not officially start until two days later.

Jun San waved his hand towards Wu Jiyu on the opposite side, and just as he was about to leave, a figure suddenly fell in front of Wu Jiyu, and the cyan light on his palm was sheng, imprinted on Wu Jiyu's chest, and the latter instantly flew out upside down like a kite with a broken string, and a few mouthfuls of blood spurted out of his mouth, scattered into a blood mist in the sky, and fell heavily to the ground.

With a wave of his palm, the silver-white magic sword was in his hand, and his body shot towards the back of the head of the Wang family, and Jun San did not dare to leave his hand in the slightest to deal with such a person.

"Cloud Slash—"

The loud shouts sounded, and a long sword of spiritual power close to ten zhang was instantly condensed on top of the magic sword, slamming down towards the head of the Wang family master.

The head of the Wang family turned around, snorted coldly, sneered at the corner of his mouth, and a red light condensed in his palm, and threw out the spiritual power giant sword that fell from above, and suddenly bombarded the air in the eyes of the two, and the light was great, enveloping the two of them.

The magic sword in Jun San's hand disappeared, and was replaced by a black giant sword, which was inserted straight into the ground, blocking in front of him, and forcibly carried the impact of the explosion in front of him, and the strength blew through both sides of the giant sword, and his clothes fluttered.

Behind the giant sword, he turned his head, revealing half of his delicate face, grinning at the head of the Wang family, revealing his white teeth, and chuckled.

The soles of his feet stomped on the ground, and the giant sword rose from the ground, landed in his hand, and suddenly rose into the air, smashing towards the head of the Wang family like Mount Tai.

I don't know when, Wu Jiyu, who fell to the ground, had already stood up, and the long knife in his hand fell down at the same time.

"Huh-"

The head of the Wang family let out a low voice, the essence of light flashed on the palms of both hands, wrapped in majestic spiritual power, holding a sword in one hand and grasping a knife in the other, the ground under his feet sank slightly.

Jun San pulled with his strength, his feet were imprinted on the chest of the head of the Wang family, and he drew his sword out, and a force of countershock came from the soles of his feet, rolling in the air a few times, falling to the ground, taking a few steps back, and stopping his body.

The stiff face of the Wang family head twitched a few times, standing between the two of them, his palms trembled slightly, he really didn't expect the strength of these two little guys to be so huge.

On the stands, several family owners did not leave, sitting on the stone chairs one by one, drinking tea, hoping to see the Wang family head make a fool of himself.

The worry on Father Qin's face gradually subsided, the corners of his mouth opened a little bit, and finally he laughed, the tea in his hand was placed on the stone table, and he temporarily put down the idea of making a move, and watched the show comfortably.

Qin Yiyi's cuffs were in the middle of his cuffs, his clenched fist was released, and he looked at the figure in front of the square, with a slight smile on his face, and said in a voice that only he could hear: "It's finally not disappointing!"

The head of the Wang family swept the faces of the heads of the family, and took their playful gaze into his eyes, angry in his heart, but there was no way but to put his cold gaze on Jun San and the two of them.

The wide sleeve robe shook, and the slightly obese body pushed back on the cold ground covered with stone chips with the help of spiritual power, and the slightly obese figure was extremely flexible, and the palm of his hand was slapped from the top of Wu Jiyu's head with a sharp palm wind.

Rumble!

The huge air flow lifted the dust on the ground and flew all over the sky, and the palm of his hand was imprinted on Wu Jiyu's long knife, his left foot fell to the ground, and his right foot landed on the handle of Wu Jiyu's knife, leaving a dusty footprint.

The treacherous and cunning head of the Wang family first attacked Wu Jiyu not because Wu Jiyu was easy to deal with, but because he considered the father Qin in the stands, and this time he dealt with this little guy who was not good at doing things.

Chasing Wu Jiyu for a while, the head of the Wang family drilled a kind of pleasure in his heart, a pleasure of revenge, the afterglow swept over the stands, and a touch of resentment flashed under his eyes, wait one by one, sooner or later it will be your turn.

The silver-white magic sword reappeared, the weight on his hands was reduced, the soles of his feet became lighter, and the silver-white long sword pierced the cold air, picked out a few sword flowers, and went straight towards the heart of the head of the Wang family.

The spiritual power in the body poured into the silver-white long sword along the palm of his hand, and the Dao sword pierced the air, turning into rays of light that came out of the sword, cutting through the robe on the back of the head of the Wang family, revealing a piece of white fat flesh.

The spiritual power condensed on his back, turned into a spiritual shield, which was able to block Jun San's attack, turned around, turned his palm into a fist, his hands were one, his body rushed forward, and he slammed down on Jun San's shoulder, and his flexible right leg turned around and landed on Jun San's abdomen, directly withdrawing Jun Sanzhen.

"Thousand Condensation Blades—"

Wu Jiyu's figure jumped into the air, and the blood stains on the corners of his mouth made the entire immature and dark little face look extremely hideous, like an invincible god of war, the voice in his mouth burst out, and the Dao Dao sword light appeared, like a dazzling scorching sun, swooping down towards the head of the Wang family.

"Drink!"

A double-edged giant axe appeared in the hand of the head of the Wang family, and his body seemed to be dancing, but the fat figure looked a little incongruous, but the fierce power was not fake at all.

On the stands, the eyes of all the family heads fell on the Wang family master, the original joking face was slightly solemn, Qin's father's body stood up, standing on the edge of the stands, the spiritual power fluctuations on his body looming, obviously ready to make a move at any time.

The rotation speed of the Wang family master became faster and faster, and a small tornado was generated on the flat ground, which swept towards Wu Jiyu who swooped down, and the dark red light that swirled in the tornado was faintly visible.

Junsan's black boots stepped on the ground, his body jumped, and countless rays of light reappeared on the silver-white long sword, far more dazzling than last time, like a bright moon, approaching a huge tornado.

"Blood Shadow Battle Axe"

"The Eight Desolations of the Sword"

The roar fell, and the sword light and sword shadow collided with the blood-glittering tornado at the same time, and three huge attacks crashed into the air, and the powerful impact force swept away, and the audience who had not yet left all covered their faces with their sleeves.

Father Qin's figure rose into the sky, the green light flickered, the long sword opened the way, and one person and one sword pierced into the light.

After a long time, the four figures slowly returned to everyone's sight, and the figure of Father Qin stood a hundred meters away from the head of the Wang family, carrying a figure in one hand, and it was Jun San and Wu Jiyu.

"Is this shameless? Everyone shot at the junior!" Father Qin stood in front of the square, letting the aftermath blow his robe.

The iron-faced head of the Wang family looked at a hideous wound on his chest that was a foot long, and on his left arm, a stream of blood fell to the ground along his arm, staining the stone slab in front of the square.

"You will be able to do this sneak attack?" The head of the Wang family slowly raised his fat head, staring at Father Qin opposite with vicious eyes, gritting his teeth.

If it weren't for this bastard's action, these two little bastards would have to die in their own hands.

The sound of chaotic footsteps sounded, and a group of Wang family guards stood beside the head of the family with weapons in their hands, and the cold blades were neatly pointed at the head of the Qin family.

Also beside the head of the Qin family, the guards of the Qin family, who were holding bright weapons, gritted their teeth one by one and faced the people of the Wang family opposite.

Qin Yiyi's white figure stood in front of everyone, the guqin in front of him was suspended, and his eyes swept coldly over everyone in the Wang family, including the head of the Wang family, and the bodies of the Wang family's guards were shocked.

Slender fingers slid over the strings, and the sound of the strings rose like a breeze, plucking the strings faster and faster, like the gurgling of a meandering stream.

The head of the Wang family's body shook, his face changed, he looked at the white figure opposite, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, he snorted, flicked his cuffs, and walked away with a group of people from the Wang family outside the square, pulling out a long shadow in front of the square.

On the stands, the heads of the families looked at the back of the head of the Wang family leaving, thoughtfully, and at the same time looked at the peerless figure in front of the square, and glanced at each other, all of them saw the puzzled looks on each other's faces.

Qin Yiyi slowly raised her delicate face, revealing her eyes hidden under the green silk, with a wave of her hand, the guqin disappeared, her hands were stretched out behind her back, she walked in front of Qin's father, smiled at Jun San who was picked up, and continued to walk slowly towards the outside of the square with her slender thighs.

Jun San smiled bitterly, struggled down from Father Qin's hand, touched his nose, and grinned, "Thank you, Dad!" pulled the wound on his body and gasped.

At the same time, the corners of Wu Jiyu's mouth twitched slightly, he frowned almost undetectably, scratched his head, and immediately bowed towards Father Qin, and a stiff smile pulled out from the corner of his mouth: "Thank you, uncle, for reaching out!"

Father Qin waved his hand, looked at the injuries on Wu Jiyu's body, and invited him to go to the Qin Mansion to heal.

Wu Jiyu thought for a moment, as if he had thought of something, shook his head, rejected Father Qin's kindness, said goodbye to Jun San and Father Qin, and turned to leave.

"Oh, here you go!" Jun San's voice was blown into Wu Jiyu's ears by the breeze.

Wu Jiyu turned his head, and the two black shadows turned into two arcs and threw them over, subconsciously reached out to take them, looked up at Jun San who was grinning, and suddenly felt that the two jade bottles in his hands were as heavy as mountains.

"Thank you!" Wu Jiyu's voice melted into the air, turned to face the bloody remnant sun, dragged a long shadow, and walked towards the outside of Qingshan Town, a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, maybe even he didn't find himself smiling.

Father Qin patted Jun San on the shoulder, Jun San was in pain, gasped with a 'hiss', looked up at Father Qin angrily, and saw Father Qin shrug his shoulders indifferently and turned around to leave with the guards, Jun San rolled his eyes, quickened his pace, and followed.

Next up is the final of the big competition!