The pitch-black giant sword appeared in the palm of his hand, and Junsan's palm sank slightly, and he swung the black giant sword a few times before it could adapt to the change in weight before and after.

His gaze fell on the pitch-black giant sword in Jun San's hand, and even Wu Jiyu's eyes, whose face had not changed even when his shoulder was injured, swept over solemnly and disappeared in a flash.

The tip of the toe lifted the blade that fell into the ground, and the thin figure rose into the sky again, and the foot-long sword above the tip of the knife was faintly visible, stabbing straight towards Junsan.

The giant sword in Jun San's hand swung up, the soles of his feet stepped on the ground, the ground debris splashed, the white figure rose in the air, and the giant sword smashed down towards Wu Jiyu below.

The sharp energy blew the hair in front of Jun San's forehead, and the giant sword collided with the blade, and the energy fluctuated and the dust flew up.

Both figures took a few steps back, stopped their figures, and stood on top of the ring, their eyes solemn.

In the ring, the personable and extraordinary Li Xuanyi hugged his arms and looked at the two people standing in the arena with interest, no one challenged the uncrowned king of the Qingshan Dabi this time, so he was the only one in the ring who seemed leisurely.

The body paused slightly, and Jun San's body shot out again, and the thin figure on the opposite side shot towards Jun San at the same time, suddenly meeting and colliding in the middle of the two.

The strong air currents drowned the two of them, and the white robes fluttered and fluttered.

Jun San's left hand turned into a palm, and it suddenly slapped out, hitting Wu Jiyu's chest, blood spilled from the corner of Wu Jiyu's mouth, but a smile appeared on his face.

Jun San's face changed slightly, he secretly screamed badly, his body retreated, and in an instant, Wu Jiyu's fist smashed into Jun San's chest with ten thousand powers, his throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted in the air, splashing on the faces of the two.

Jun San's figure retreated sharply, his brows furrowed slightly, he really didn't expect that this guy would exchange injuries for injuries with himself, and this guy resisted his palm just now without any impact, he must have taken the path of both internal and external cultivation, and this kind of fighting style of exchanging injuries for injuries must have suffered a loss.

While thinking about it, Wu Jiyu's big knife slammed down from the top of his head, and on the side of Jun San's body, the long knife slammed into the ground, and a pit mark remained on the ring.

On the blade, the inch-long knife flashed, and the knife broke through the air, extremely sharp, and became a color of its own.

Jun San's body retreated violently, out of Wu Jiyu's attack range, and subconsciously poured spiritual power into the giant sword, and there was no reaction on the giant sword, only then did he think of this special sword and smiled bitterly.

"I can only hit it hard"

The giant sword in Jun San's hand roared up, the whirring wind came into his ears, and in mid-air, the giant sword collided with the broadsword, and the two huge forces merged into a huge thrust, and the figures of the two shot out at the same time, sliding dozens of meters above the ring before stopping the retreating figure.

Slowly raising his head, Jun San's deep dark eyes flashed with brilliance, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, it turned out that this giant sword not only could not absorb spiritual power, but also isolated other people's spiritual power.

The palm of his hand slid over the sword body, and Junsan's gaze was like looking at a stunning beauty who was naked, his dark pupils were full of brilliance, and the corners of his mouth were upturned, and he didn't even find out about this until now.

Wu Jiyu's gaze was slightly surprised, and his eyes fell on the giant sword in Jun San's hand, even he had discovered the extraordinariness of this giant sword in his hand just now, which actually made his spiritual power feel like there was nowhere to go.

The smile on his face gradually converged, his body speed skyrocketed, and in Wu Jiyu's pupils, Jun San's figure quickly enlarged, and the distance of more than ten meters was in the blink of an eye.

The body bent slightly, and his right foot kicked violently, Wu Jiyu's figure swept away against Jun San, compared to strength, he was confident that he would not lose to anyone, since spiritual power is useless, then use strength to solve it.

The giant sword fell suddenly, and on the side of Wu Jiyu's flexible body, the giant sword fell to the ground, smashing out a pothole. Holding the handle of the knife, he pushed it forward, and the side of the blade slashed straight towards Junsan's abdomen.

Jun San's giant sword fell to the ground, his feet stepped down heavily, and with the support of the giant sword, his legs rose into the air, splitting in the air, and he could dodge the long knife that was rowed, and he fell to the ground with a bang.

One blow missed, the tip of his right foot was on the big knife, the palm of his hand was slightly lowered, the big knife turned, and the seemingly thin arm burst out with a power like a strange beast, and the long knife swept violently.

Jun San threw the giant sword into the air with his right hand, leaned back, landed with his left hand, and suddenly spiritual power gushed out, slapped on the ground, and his body took off with his strength, flipped a few times violently, reached out to catch the falling giant sword, and landed on the ring.

A sense of crisis came from behind, and several fierce attacks struck from all over behind Jun San, Jun San sneered, turned around suddenly, the giant sword swept, and collided with several weapons in the air, took a step back on his feet, and looked coldly at the few figures that retreated out.

He had long been keenly aware that there had been several hostile auras hidden in the crowd around him, and he had not shown up for a long time, and he had been vigilant.

"Finally willing to show up?" Jun San's eyes swept coldly over the four figures, and he snorted coldly, no need to think that these four people must also be found by the head of the Wang family to deal with him.

One of them had a sharp beak and monkey cheeks, his eyes flickered, he didn't expect Jun San to be so difficult to deal with, and the four of them were not Jun San's opponents, so he immediately shouted at Wu Jiyu: "Don't you want to shoot together?"

Wu Jiyu threw out the long knife in his hand, inserted it into the stone slab, clasped his arms with both hands, glanced at the man indifferently, did not say a word, stood in place, and looked like watching a play.

The face of the sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked man became ugly, and he looked up at the head of the Wang family on the stand, his face full of embarrassment.

On the stands, the face of the head of the Wang family was also extremely ugly, his sharp gaze fell on Wu Jiyu's body, his palm slammed on the stone table, and the tea in the teacup rippled in circles, splashing out a few drops of tea.

"This guy who has more than enough success and more than enough failure!" The eyes of the head of the Wang family couldn't help but swallow Wu Jiyu who was standing in the ring, just worried that he would not be able to solve this kid of the Qin family alone, so he found a few guys who were not weak, but he didn't expect this guy to be there to watch the play.

The head of the Wang family's eyes widened, and almost turned into a substantive gaze at the four hesitant people in the field, the meaning of the threat was self-evident, it was equivalent to giving the four people a dose of reassurance, and if they didn't do it now, it would be equivalent to offending the Wang family, and the consequences were not something they could bear.

Glancing at each other, the figures of the four people rose violently, knives, swords, hammers, axes, and four weapons all smashed down on the top of Jun's three heads, and the fierce energy pulled out the whirring wind in the air, and the sound was terrifying.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, in the face of four rapid attacks, Jun San chose to hit hard, the giant sword in his hand was thrown out wildly, the soles of his feet stomped on the ground, and the figure followed closely behind the giant sword, like a god of war, roared, grabbed the giant sword in mid-air with his palm, and smashed it towards the four people.

Boom –

The four embarrassed figures shot out backwards, and with the help of the three figures of the retreating king, they swept high again, their long hair scattered, messily flying, holding a pitch-black giant sword, leaning towards the ring, until they hit the four of them, like an invincible demon god.

The four people who had just stopped their embarrassed figures, the figure of Jun San in their pupils continued to expand, and a look of horror flashed in their eyes at the same time, and they instantly scattered in different directions, with their strength enough to enter the remaining hundred places, they didn't want to be eliminated now.

Seeing the four people fleeing in all directions, Jun San raised his eyelids, glanced at the four of them, the black giant sword in his hand came out of his hand, and hit straight towards the back of the sharp-beaked monkey fleeing just now, with a breath, the giant sword was mounted on his back, his body pounced forward, flew out, spit out a mouthful of blood in the air, boom, and fell outside the ring in an elegant posture like a dog eating, and passed out.

Glancing at the fleeing figure on the right hand, the body under his feet was running, the Xuanjian fell in his hand, swept over, and in the eyes of countless people, a sword was picked on the man's chest, flying upside down, blood was leaking from the corner of his mouth, he struggled to get up, and squeezed out of the crowd with his head down.

When the other two saw the fate of their companions, they no longer had the mentality of luck, and they jumped out of the ring by themselves, and each squeezed out of the crowd.

Picking up the black giant sword that fell to the ground, Jun San smiled at Wu Jiyu, who was standing next to the long knife.

In response to him, there was an expressionless face, Wu Jiyu reached out and pulled out the long knife that was obliquely inserted in the ring, and posed in a long knife starting style, holding both hands in front of and behind the handle, and spreading his legs apart.

Looking at the expressionless Wu Jiyu, the corners of Jun San's mouth twitched, he touched his nose embarrassedly, and sighed depressedly: "This guy, put on a stinky face coldly." ”

The embarrassed expression on his face slowly converged, replaced by a solemn look, this guy in front of him is not the kind of character just now, and if he is not careful, he will capsize in the gutter.

Turning his head to look at the huge bet behind his name next to the handicap, his eyes fell on the beautiful woman on the stone platform, and the light voice echoed in his ears again.

"Huh-"

The palm of his hand clenched the hilt of the sword, he screamed violently, the soles of his feet stepped on the stone slab, and the black giant sword brought a gust of wind, whistling towards Wu Jiyu.

"Bell—"

Wu Jiyu's long knife was erected, blocking Jun San's falling giant sword, and the oncoming energy fell on Wu Jiyu's face, bringing a slight tingling sensation.

"Bell—"

The giant sword rose and fell, slashing at Wu Jiyu's long knife again, the voice fell, Wu Jiyu's legs were slightly bent, his arms trembled slightly, his forehead was bruised, and his dark face added a hideous taste.

"Boom-"

The giant sword rose again, fell again, and slammed into the long knife, Wu Jiyu's thin figure flew out upside down, and with a 'poof', he fell heavily on the ring, and at the corner of his mouth, a wisp of blood slowly flowed out.

With his arms propped up on the ground, he struggled to stand up, but his arms weakened, and he fell into the ring again, coughing heavily.

A pair of white palms appeared in Wu Jiyu's pupils, Wu Jiyu raised his head, looked at the person who stretched out his hand with black eyes, hesitated for a moment, reached out and grabbed the palm, grinned, and showed his bright teeth.

With his right hand, he pulled up Wu Jiyu who was lying on the ground, and Jun San also grinned and said, "I'm very happy to be friends with you!"

The thin Wu Ji was stunned for a moment, scratched his head, and said a little embarrassed: "But I can only play with knives, and I don't know how to make friends!"