In the audience, two men and a woman dressed rather plainly were whispering, but their lips were slightly squirming, and the people around them seemed to be unable to hear them.

The tall man's face was quite immature, and he whispered, "Hmm, the vigilance of the Imperial Court seems to have dropped a lot. ”

The woman's figure was extremely hot, but her face seemed to have a layer of illusion that made it difficult to see clearly, and she muttered: "It seems that I was attracted by something, do you want to take advantage of this time?"

The woman raised her palm, and a faint luster emanated, but the man reached out and pressed her.

He raised his eyes and stared at them, and said, "It's not the time yet, the vague divine thoughts are still lingering, and when the teacher destroys that piece of defense, it will be the best time, now let's wait quietly." ”

Although the man's age was young, there was an inexplicable appeal in his voice, and the woman agreed with his statement as soon as she heard it.

The two of them are like shadows, unable to attract anyone's attention.

An hour's break, passed quickly.

The third round of battles has also been officially launched.

As soon as Wang Bei's palm pressed on the high platform, his body jumped up, and Chu Caiwang, who was opposite him, also stepped into the ring quickly, he put on a boxing posture, and he was ready to fight.

Wang Bei lightly pressed the hilt of the sword at his waist, stretched forward his left hand, his knee slightly bent, ready to draw the sword, and his eyes were always staring at Chu Caiwang's every move.

Both of them seemed to be accustomed to taking the move, and no one took the lead for a while.

Wang Bei's thick eyebrows were deeply locked, and suddenly he leaned over, and he drew his sword out of his body, and suddenly, his momentum changed greatly.

From a warrior to a real swordsman.

He moved a few steps with his feet, twisted his wrist slightly, and the unsheathed sword drew a fan-like arc, and the tip of the sword touched Chu Caiwang's throat, but he moved back slightly to avoid it.

The sword momentum was not old, and the chain of sword strikes climbed rapidly like a storm, and under repeated pressure, Chu Caiwang had to retreat.

Suddenly, Wang Bei swung his sword and slashed out a half-moon-shaped slash, completely suppressing Chu Caiwang's position.

Wang Bei's right hand holding the sword was gently lowered, and his left hand suddenly clenched into a fist, and the strength immediately condensed.

Funeral gale!

Chu Caiwang, whose body bent to avoid the slash, suddenly felt a pain in his muscles and veins, and his body fell to the ground as soon as he was weak.

Wang Bei immediately held the sword of the demon spirit, stepped forward, and the blade of the sword was about to cut into Chu Caiwang's neck.

Suddenly, Chu Caiwang, who was kneeling, straightened his legs, supported his body, and swung a hook with his left hand, which smashed on Wang Bei's right shoulder, making his entire body stand straight and take a few steps back.

After that, the fist momentum was unfolded, and Chu Caiwang tightly lingered within half of Wang Bei's zhang, so that his sword blade had no chance to be used.

Every time he hit Wang Bei's body, there was a thunderous sound, which showed the ferocity of the punch.

Wang Bei took advantage of the situation to insert the blade back into his waist, but even so, his fists could only be swung at close range, otherwise Chu Caiwang's quick punches could break through the gap in his defense and hit his body.

The battle was instantly at a stalemate.

Wang Bei's mind turned sharply, but he couldn't think of any good way to break the game for a while, fortunately, Chu Caiwang mastered heavy punches instead of fast punches, otherwise with his nine-dan speed bonus, Wang Bei couldn't beat the way out.

Chu Caiwang suddenly punched sideways and smashed into his side.

Wang Bei's eyes lit up, and he actually remembered a move, his upper body was slightly sideways, and the soles of his feet stepped on Chu Caiwang's knees, and he took advantage of Chu Caiwang's huge body to climb behind him.

This move turned out to be the move used by Wu Meng, who was flying eagle to hit the stream, and it was imitated by him a little similar.

The turning point came, Wang Bei waved his fists and clasped his shoulders and back, and the soft fist technique was unleashed, constantly locking his twisted body.

But he was almost freed from the gap between his quick speed and Wang Bei's moves.

Wang Bei, who was secretly frightened, increased his strength ruthlessly, making it difficult for him to escape in Wang Bei's palm.

The soft fist pulled and threw Chu Caiwang's entire body to the ground, but then, Wang Bei's fist that had not yet let go grabbed his arm and his back, and pulled it hard, and his body was thrown out.

Several times in a row, his claws that firmly held Wang Bei's arms were also squeezed and changed shape.

There were even more tearing blood marks all over the body.

In the end, Wang Bei threw it, and Chu Caiwang's body was smashed to the ground, and his heavily injured body suddenly lost the strength to stand up.

The person in charge of the No. 8 venue immediately came on the field, and after a review, he announced Wang Bei's victory.

Standing on the field, his eyes staring at Chu Caiwang, who had been struggling for a long time and still refused to give up, Wang Bei's eyes suddenly showed a trace of fluctuation, and he tried his best to fight for a long time, but his own body did not change at all, even if he was hit several times by heavy punches, or the difficult soft fist at the end, he couldn't make his body feel it.

He felt as if he was a piece of iron, even if his face was pretending to be excited, but it did not change his inner indifference, "Am I really alive?"

But there was no answer, and no one would respond to him.

Sweat spilled all over the field, indicating that a fierce battle was about to end.

But outside the venue, the jubilant spectators were now all silent, their eyes wide open and they held their breath as the battle unfolded.

The battle turned again and again, and in the end, when they even thought that Chu Caiwang had stabilized the pressure, Wang Bei suddenly reversed everything.

The fierce battle is no less than an annual drama.

Suddenly, the audience burst into several sparse applause, which immediately swept everyone, and the applause roared like thunder.

The bigwigs of all worlds on the high platform also whispered when they watched this scene of the battle, and it was indeed full of twists and turns, and it was exciting.

Wu Bao showed a look of surprise and muttered: "This is a soft fist technique! It's really rare, and that move seems to be an eagle strike, I didn't expect this young man's combat sense to be so outstanding, I underestimated him." ”

Yin Sheng raised his eyebrows, as if he had noticed something abnormal, and said softly: "This young man's body doesn't seem to be quite right, after a hard fight, he didn't even have a drop of sweat, Xiao Yu, you show me a copy of this young man's information." ”

Hearing this, Zhou Teng held down the attendant who was eager to set off, and said with a solemn face: "You don't need to get the information for the time being, Sheng Tou, haven't you noticed, that special swordsmanship." ”

"Swordsmanship?"

Yin Sheng said with a look of surprise, and suddenly his face changed, and he shouted in shock: "Could it be that it is a spirit possession? The spirit body of the Demon Spirit Blade is willing to possess him." ”

Zhou Teng nodded, and said in a deep voice: "Possession of the spirit is a difficult point that all sword cultivators try their best to overcome, even if they can obtain the follower of the demon spirit blade, but it is extremely difficult to do it if they want the sword spirit to let go of the shackles and be willing to cling. Even the strongest sword cultivators are just trying to make the Demon Spirit Blade have a strong rank. There was a terrifying power in the soul of this young man. ”