The semi-finals of the Outer Gate Dabi attracted too much attention, not to mention the disciples of the Outer Gate and the Inner Gate, and even many sect elders gathered.

The inner disciples are the backbone of the Snow Sword Sect, and the strength of the inner disciples affects the future prosperity and decline of the sect, and more than half of the resources in the sect are used to cultivate the inner disciples.

Joining the inner gate is the wish of all the disciples of the Snow Sword Sect, and the annual big competition of the outer disciples attracts the attention of countless people.

Before the semi-finals, the five or six places in Dabi have been decided, and Zhao Mu'er won the sixth place with her strong strength.

Each disciple looked at the five or six with envy and even jealousy, and everyone longed for the carp to leap into the dragon gate.

The top four in the big competition are Wang Hao, Wang Lun, Sedum and Zhao Jie, and the semi-finals are Wang Hao vs. Wang Lun, and Sedum vs. Zhao Jie.

Before the competition began, the ring was already crowded with disciples, and even people with flexible minds, who opened a bank and made a bet.

"Come on, come on! Open a bet, bet on Wang Haosheng's one loss of five, bet on Wang Lunsheng's one loss of one and five!"

Someone protested: "Hey, I said that Wang Lun's odds are too low!"

The disciple who opened the village glanced at this person, "Wang Hao won one and lost five, you can vote!"

The protesters were speechless, and finally paid for Wang Lunsheng, which caused a group of people around to laugh.

"Actually, Wang Hao's performance is not bad, didn't you see that when Wang Hao and Lu Yun faced off, the ten swords broke Lu Yun's Xuan-level Horcrux?"

"Wang Hao is indeed powerful, but Wang Lun is the one who can make Senior Brother Sedum jealous, and after so many duels, which of you saw Wang Lun go all out?"

This sentence made everyone fall into deep thought, and people recalled Wang Lun's previous move, no matter who he was facing, even if the disciple who ranked fourth in the outer sect in the previous scene, he won easily.

For a while, the disciples who participated in the gambling game all voted for Yuan Shi to Wang Lun.

"10,000 yuan, I bet on Wang Hao to win. ”

This abrupt voice attracted everyone's attention, and the dealer looked up and saw that the person standing in front of him was Wang Hao!

Wang Hao didn't say much, threw the Yuan Ring containing 10,000 yuan stones to the dealer, and then turned around and jumped into the ring.

Lizhuang's disciple was a little embarrassed, he opened Zhuang Libao and did not restrict others from betting, but he didn't expect that Wang Hao would come to bet.

"10,000 yuan stone, if Wang Hao wins, won't I have to accompany 50,000 yuan stone?"

The dealer was a little stunned, but then he laughed again, "I'm really worried a lot, how can Wang Lun lose, Wang Hao is willing to send money, I naturally want to accept it!"

Just when the dealer was proud, another person appeared in front of him.

"10,000 yuan stone, bet Wang Hao to win. ”

The banker's face became exciting, he suddenly raised his head, and the face that greeted him was Zhao Mu'er.

"Senior Sister Mu'er......"

"And me, and me! 1,500 yuan stone, bet on Wang Hao to win!" Jia Houwei also came over, he won 1,000 yuan stone before, plus his accumulated family fund, there were 2,000 yuan stone, Wang Hao borrowed him 600 yuan stone to make up 10,000 yuan, and he used the rest to bet on Wang Hao to win.

"Jia Houwei, your kid has always been poor, and he finally got a little money, and he is not afraid to lose his pants this time?" Jia Houwei worked in the sect before joining the sect, and the disciples of Lizhuang naturally knew him.

Jia Houwei smiled, "You still worry about yourself, 21,500 yuan stone, one to five, if the boss wins, you lose your pants, I'm afraid you can't afford to accompany it!"

The dealer's face became very ugly, and he calculated in his heart that if Wang Hao really won Wang Lun, he was afraid that he would bleed heavily.

"Damn, Wang Hao, you must not win!"

Wang Hao in the ring closed his eyes and recuperated, he was accumulating fighting spirit, Wang Lun was the strongest opponent he had ever encountered, and it was a battle of life and death, a mistake was likely to be hated for life.

"Wang Lun is here!"

There was an exclamation under the ring, the crowd in the north gave way to a road, Wang Lun shook the paper fan, stepped into the ring with a confident face, he looked at Wang Hao, and asked contemptuously: "Wang Hao, are you ready to die?"

Wang Hao opened his eyes, and the two gazes pierced out like swords, and a strong battle intent burst out.

Wang Lun was stunned for a moment, and then laughed, "Interesting! Interesting! I want to see how strong the waste young master in the family is now!"

Both sides were ready to fight, and Elder Lin Ting, who was the supervisor of this competition, also slowly stepped into the ring.

Lin Ting glanced at Wang Hao and gave Wang Hao a cautious look, as an elder of the outer gate, Lin Ting naturally knew Wang Lun's character and methods, Wang Hao had a grudge against him, Wang Lun would never let go of any opportunity to take revenge on Wang Hao!

Wang Hao nodded lightly, signaling Elder Lin Ting to understand himself, and Lin Ting snorted lightly: "The competition begins!"

As Elder Lin Ting's words fell, the eyes of the onlookers and elders immediately focused on the two of them.

"Khooth!" The screaming sword was unsheathed, the sword body trembled slightly, and the sword qi flew sideways.

"Smack!" The paper fan in Wang Lun's hand opened, and the strong Yuan Force fluctuated, which made people palpitate.

This battle has not yet begun, and the momentum and fighting intent exuded by the two have already made many disciples with slightly lower realms almost out of breath.

"Senior brother, why do I feel a little chilly on such a hot day?"

"This is murderous, the battle between these two people is probably not just a competition. ”

Wang Hao and Wang Lun's fighting spirit continued to rise, and the two refused to give in to each other, as if they wanted to overwhelm each other in momentum before making a move.

Wang Hao stared at the paper fan in Wang Lun's hand, this paper fan was Wang Lun's horcrux, Wang Hao had to be extremely careful, because until now, he didn't know what Wang Lun's bloodline was!

Time passed minute by minute, and Wang Hao and Wang Lun still didn't move half a step, but fine beads of sweat had already appeared on their foreheads.

"I didn't expect Wang Hao to improve so quickly, I knew that I would kill Wang Hao before the entrance assessment, damn the family order, let me tie my hands, if Wang Hao is stronger, those old guys in the family, I'm afraid they will also panic!"

Wang Lun's mind changed, and his momentum weakened by half a point, Wang Hao immediately seized the opportunity and stabbed out the sword in his hand.

"A sword pierces the heart!"

Wang Hao's shot is a Xuan-level martial art, the yuan force is condensed on the blade of the sword, Wang Hao is like an offline arrow, shooting towards Wang Lun's chest!

"It's good to come!" Wang Lun let out a loud shout, he opened the paper fan and used the fan to block his chest.

"Ding!"

Obviously it was a paper fan, Wang Hao felt that his sword was pierced on the metal weapon, and he could no longer move forward.

Wang Lun's lower body sank, and his feet directly guessed two shallow pits in the ring, and the paper fan in his hand continued to exude strong fluctuations of Yuan force, like ripples spread out on the surface of a lake.

"Heart Fan!" Sedum, who was watching the battle under the ring, had a grim expression, he had been fighting with Wang Lun for several years, and naturally knew the power of the paper fan in Wang Lun's hand, "This heart fan is in Wang Lun's hand, it can block the martial arts below the third order of Xuanpin, Wang Hao's sword can't be broken!"

Wang Hao's momentum was like a rainbow of blows, and as time passed, his momentum gradually weakened, and Wang Lun laughed and said, "It's my turn!"

Wang Lun's momentum skyrocketed, Wang Hao hurriedly put away his sword, but Wang Lun's speed was faster than him, he threw out the heart protection fan, and the heart protection fan was like a high-speed rotating flywheel, slashing towards Wang Hao's neck.

"Glimpse!"

Wang Hao changed his move, and two criss-crossing sword qi slashed on the heart protection fan, but the two only stalemate for less than a second, and the sword qi was slashed by the heart protection fan!

"Smack!"

The heart guard fan caught up with Wang Hao, Wang Hao raised his sword and slashed again, and the screaming sword and the heart guard fan clashed for the second time.

The high-speed rotating heart protection fan stirred up countless sparks on the screaming sword, Wang Hao's eyes widened, and he was shocked to find that there was still a gap cut out by the heart guard fan on the screaming sword!

"How is that possible!"

Wang Hao couldn't believe it, the production process of the Screaming Sword, even He Lao, who was proficient in the art of refining, was extremely amazed, according to He Lao's judgment, the Xuan Rank below the fourth grade of the Xuan Rank would definitely not hurt the Screaming Sword in the slightest!

"Could it be that the quality of Wang Lun's Horcrux has reached the fourth grade of the Xuan Rank?"

"Impossible!" Wang Hao immediately denied his thoughts, "How can the Horcrux of the fourth rank of the Xuan Rank be so easy to get, besides, with Wang Lun's realm, at most, it can only urge the Horcrux of the first rank of the Xuan Rank, that fan, there must be something else!"

Wang Hao held his breath and looked at the heart guard fan carefully, and he immediately found that on the edge of the heart guard, there was a round of almost transparent sharp blades, as if it was ...... Wind Blade!

"Drink!"

Wang Hao slashed the heart fan back, and Wang Lun stretched out his hand and steadily caught his Horcrux.

"It turns out that your blood is wind!"

Hearing Wang Hao's question, Wang Lun laughed, "Tell you how, that's right, I'm the blood of the wind!"

"Bloodline of the Wind!" Exclamations came and went under the ring, and the conversation between Wang Hao and Wang Lun shocked many onlookers.

"The bloodline of the wind, it turned out to be the bloodline of the wind!"

"The bloodline of the natural system is already rare, no wonder Wang Lun is so proud, it turns out that his bloodline is the bloodline of the wind that is one in a million!"

Hearing everyone's discussions, Li Feng Zhao, who was supervising the battle, turned ugly, he looked at Wang Hao's back, and gritted his teeth with hatred.

"You are making such a fuss about the bloodline of the wind, but my nephew's bloodline is an even more rare bloodline of thunder! Damn Wang Hao, you have killed the hope of my Li family!"

Zhao Lao on Li Feng's side was worried, Wang Hao was already destined to join the inner door, he didn't want Wang Hao and Wang Lun to fight hard, Wang Lun had a violent personality, if Wang Hao had any mistakes, it would be worth the loss.

"Looking at the previous performance of the two, Wang Hao seems to have a great grudge against Wang Lun, I hope this kid won't be too impulsive......"

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"Wind Blood, are you proud?" Wang Hao poured a basin of cold water on Wang Lun's head, "I have killed all the bloodlines of thunder, how can I put you in my eyes?"

Wang Lun's smile froze on his face, and he scolded angrily: "Don't compare me with Li Yuan's kind of waste!"

"How can that waste, who has a powerful bloodline but doesn't know how to use it, compare to me?"

"No matter how strong the bloodline is, you have to be able to use it, and lead down the Nine Heavens True Thunder? It's just the credit of the seal engraved in the Horcrux, Li Yuan's waste, without the Horcrux, can he exert some power of the bloodline?"

"Today, I'll let you see how terrifying a martial artist who can give full play to the power of the natural bloodline is!"

When you are on the verge of death, I may be kind enough to tell you the truth about your expulsion from your family, after all, dead people will not leak secrets!"