In the ring, the fourth duel was still going on, and the many people in the audience were a little dazzled, obviously none of them expected that this battle would be so beyond their expectations.

Clang!

It was another fierce collision, sparks shot out, and the Lingfeng Sword slashed out from the top of the folding fan, directly forcing Fang Ziyue's throat.

The sword light with thunder and lightning flashed in his eyes, Fang Ziyue hurriedly avoided it, and then punched out with his left hand, blasting towards Ye Xuan's lower abdomen.

Before the fist could take shape, Ye Xuan's body jumped, and he kicked Fang Ziyue's fist with one kick, shaking the fist away.

Changing positions, the Spirit Blade Sword in Ye Xuan's hand shot straight at Fang Ziyue again, wiping the air into a scorched black mark.

Seeing Ye Xuan's continuous attack, there was also a fierce aura flashing in Fang Ziyue's eyes, but this time he didn't dodge or dodge, folding a fan to protect his chest, and kicked out with a sharp kick.

He naturally knew that at this time, if he took a step back, then it was very likely that he would be completely suppressed by Ye Xuan next, and it would be difficult to turn over again.

Bang bang!

Both of them attacked each other, and immediately two muffled snorts rang out, and both of them staggered back.

"Fight with me, you're not qualified. ”

A flash of anger flashed in Fang Ziyue's eyes, and immediately on his body, a layer of red light burst out, as if a stratum corneum had formed on the surface of his body, like a martial art of refining the body.

"Really?"

Ye Xuanyi was not afraid, the robe on his body suddenly stirred without wind, and the silver-white thunder that was originally just looming on the surface of his skin seemed to be integrated into the flesh and blood of his skin, and on the surface of his body, a layer of silver-white light quickly formed, and the whole person, as if he had become a silver-armored person, looked extremely evil.

This is the full form of Lei Gang's body.

After the tempering of the seventeen Heavenly Thunders, the body of Lei Gang who had absorbed the power of the entire Yang Yuan Pool, Ye Xuan didn't believe that this Fang Ziyue's body could be stronger than him!

Boom!

Ye Xuan's eyes flickered slightly, the soles of his feet stomped on the ground suddenly, and his body swept out. The brilliant silver thunder light frantically poured into the Lingfeng Sword, and a layer of silver brilliance also quickly radiated from the sword body and slashed towards Fang Ziyue.

"Get out!"

Seeing Ye Xuan attacking again, Fang Ziyue's eyes were even more ferocious, and he folded the fan in his hand and stabbed out suddenly.

Clang!

The folding fan and the Lingfeng Sword collided fiercely, shaking out an invisible ripple, and the already scarred table under the feet of the two of them was cracked again.

Click!

However, under this collision, a slight crack suddenly appeared on the folding fan in Fang Ziyue's hand in the blink of an eye, obviously under this heavy blow, it was damaged.

Seeing the cracks on the folding fan, Fang Ziyue was also distressed, although his folding fan was powerful, but it was only worthy of reaching the level of a heavenly weapon, but Ye Xuan's Lingfeng Sword was once a big man's sword, the power of the two was naturally too different, in the case that the true qi of the two of them had a tendency to deplete, the two weapons were hard to fight, and it was naturally Fang Ziyue who suffered.

"Dare to hurt my treasure fan!"

Fang Ziyue shouted, and the whole person actually pounced out like a fierce beast, and an extremely tricky punch hit Ye Xuan's chest directly.

Boom!

The fierce fist actually hit Ye Xuan impartially, and the fierce fist strength made Ye Xuan also have a burst of qi and blood turmoil, even if he had Mithril inner armor to remove part of his strength, it was still a mouthful of blood spurting out.

However, then this punch hit Ye Xuan's body, and the next moment, Ye Xuan's right hand holding the sword suddenly burst out with terrifying strength, shaking the Lingfeng Sword and the folding fan away, and the right fist, with an extremely vast thunder light fluctuation, smashed into Fang Ziyue's body fiercely.

Burst!

Suddenly spurting out a mouthful of blood, Fang Ziyue's body trembled and took more than ten steps back, obviously he was not lightly beaten.

"Bastard!"

Fang Ziyue received this heavy punch, his eyes also became a little red, he rushed forward in stride, his speed seemed to be much slower, but he still slashed Ye Xuan's shoulder with a palm, causing the ground under Ye Xuan's feet to dent, and even his feet were embedded in it.

This palm was originally going to split Ye Xuan's neck, but Ye Xuan flashed slightly, which avoided the key point.

Boom!

Ye Xuan didn't say a word, he hit Fang Ziyue with another punch, hitting Fang Ziyue's lower abdomen, and the latter who hit him again vomited blood, and Ye Xuan himself, at this moment, was also covered with a lot of blood, and the injury was not light.

Everyone on the side of the Tianwu Hall was looking at Ye Xuan on the stage motionlessly, the latter at this time was undoubtedly fighting with Fang Ziyue with his body, it was originally just a competition, but it turned into such a hard battle like a battle of life and death.

If you are an ordinary person, I am afraid that you will not be able to support it for a long time.

"Still not admitting defeat?"

Ye Xuan said coldly, although he was also injured a lot, but Fang Ziyue's injuries were more serious than his, and at this time, the latter's combat power should not be much left.

"Dreaming!"

Fang Ziyue's face was a little crazy, what kind of person is he? The strongest of the disciples of the True Sect of the Wild Fire Sect, I don't know how many life and death trials he has gone through, he has just come to this point, let him admit defeat to a disciple of the inner hall of the Heavenly Martial Palace, this is simply a great shame, no matter what, he has to persevere, let Ye Xuan fall in front of him first.

"Stubborn. ”

With a cold look in his eyes, Ye Xuan set off again and stepped forward, but at this time, his figure looked a little trembling, and Fang Ziyue did not hesitate and rushed towards Ye Xuan. The two of them collided like two fierce beasts.

Each took a heavy punch, and the fight between the two of them had gradually disappeared, more like a brutal fight between beasts, using their bodies as weapons to do the final confrontation.

In the midst of the many solemn gazes, after a few minutes, the two figures, as if they had exhausted all their strength, were half-kneeling in the ring, gasping for breath, as if they were trying to stand up, but both failed.

Ye Xuan's blue shirt was dyed blood-red, fortunately with the double protection of Lei Gang's body and Mithril inner armor, otherwise, in this kind of almost desperate battle, the injury would be even more serious.

"Haha, Ye Xuan, what about the Nine Heavens Thunder Sutra, you still can't win against me. In the second round of the competition, we won two and drew one, and the final winner is still my wildfire. ”

Fang Ziyue struggled a few times, and also gave up the idea of getting up again, but when he saw that Ye Xuan was also half-kneeling on the ground and exhausted, he also laughed, even if the final outcome was a defeat for both sides, the one who won in the end would still be their Wildfire Gate.

Although he, the strongest true disciple of the Wildfire Sect, and a tie with an inner temple disciple in Ye Xuan's district, it was undoubtedly quite a face-saving thing, but now, it is no longer possible to win, and a tie is a draw, which is better than losing.

"You won't have this chance......

However, just as his voice fell, the figure in the distance shook its body and stood up tremblingly, and drops of hot blood trickled down from under the shirt, staining the ground red, which was particularly shocking.

Ye Xuan wiped the blood stains on his face, and the sharp pain on his body made his vision a little dizzy, but he held on and did not fall, and then turned around, and under those countless trembling gazes, he picked up the dimly lit Lingfeng Sword next to him, and staggered towards Fang Ziyue again.

"Senior Brother Ye Xuan......"

Countless disciples of the Heavenly Martial Palace, their eyes became solemn at this time, and one of their hearts was also mentioned in their throats, Ye Xuan's every step could make their heartbeat speed up by one point, this crumbling figure, as if they didn't know when they would fall, they knew that when their physical strength was exhausted, the only thing that supported the other party to continue to move forward was a strong will, an unshakable martial will.

Even Ling Qianxue, who has always had a cold face, couldn't help but reddened her eyes when she saw the trembling blood-colored figure, it turned out that this guy who didn't seem to care about anything on weekdays had a real temper, and he didn't admit defeat like this......

This guy is not an arrogant person at all, that Fang Ziyue's heart is ruthless, even they have already heard of it, the ferocity of the other party has been cultivated in ten years of continuous killing and life and death battles, but Ye Xuan, a guy who is about the same age as her, how can he suppress Fang Ziyue, as if the person who has come out of the bloody road all these years is not Fang Ziyue, but Ye Xuan.

What kind of experience did he have......

Ye Xuan's bloody battle should not have to be carried out, the reason why the other party stood on the stage and fought to such an extent was to fight instead of her......

Ling Qianxue's heart was a little touched, like a frozen heart, and a trace of dissolution began to appear.

"How is that possible, how can you still stand up?"

Looking at Ye Xuan, who was dragging the Lingfeng Sword approaching step by step, Fang Ziyue also roared in disbelief, desperately trying to stand up to stop Ye Xuan, but before he could succeed, a sharp sword tip was already against his throat, and the slightest trace of blood suddenly came out of his neck, as if the slightest movement was about to see blood seal his throat.

"Nothing is impossible, you lose. ”

Ye Xuan's blood-stained robe fluttered in the wind, and the smell of blood on his body was also diluted, and then the chill in his eyes did not fade in the slightest.

"I throw in the towel......"

Being held against the tip of the sword to his throat, Fang Ziyue stopped struggling, and the look on his face quickly became depressed, and when he said this, it seemed that he had also lost all his strength, and he was ten years old in an instant.

"Won. ”

On the faces of Leng Ruofeng, Yang Ting, and the other Heavenly Martial Hall disciples, the tense color immediately dissipated, and in its place, a heartfelt ecstasy quickly swept through the entire square.