After a night of treatment, Xie Fan's body was almost completely better.

Dongfang You's face was not tired at all, and when he arrived at the Yuan Shen Realm, it was okay not to sleep all night.

At this time, a person suddenly came in from the door, came over and said, "Elder Li asked me to tell me, the evil cultivator is no longer visible, and the outer gate Dabi can continue." ”

Hearing this, Xie Fan and Lin Wanzhou glanced at each other, then turned over and fell to the ground.

Dongfang Right was called to inspect early in the morning, and although Lin Wanzhou was inconvenient to be healed by luck, she also ate a few healing pills given by Dongfang You, and she had also recovered.

The two of them walked slowly towards the sub-peaks of the Three Dao Sects, the road was heavily guarded, every two hundred steps, there was a team led by the ninth order, and between the peaks, there were four Yuan Shen Realm guards.

And the Vice-Peak Square, where the Outer Gate Contest is held, is even more safe, almost all the elders are here, and no one dares to invade it.

At the same time, many disciples spent the night meditating on the ground here for their safety, and many elders also stayed here to protect them all night.

When Xie Fan arrived, order had been restored in the square, and many people were already queuing up to get the bamboo stick number.

Seeing this, Xie Fan and the others also lined up and waited for the competition. Xie Fan took the time to look up, and the master of the Guiyuan Gate in the middle of the high platform was no longer there, probably going to track down the murderer with other high-level officials.

After all, the Three Dao Sect is the largest sect in Changliu Prefecture, and its disciples were killed at home, and if the murderer is not found, it will be too shameful.

"Xie Fan, Ring Nine. ”

Holding the bamboo sign card, he came to the No. 9 ring, Xie Fan looked up and saw a man standing on the stage early.

His head was slightly tilted, leaning against Xie Fan below, with a look of disdain in his eyes, and his whole body's spiritual power demonstratively erupted, entering the eighth order.

For this man, Xie Fan still has a little impression, Zhang Heng is also from the Ten Thousand Beasts Gate, and the sixth in the outer gate.

At this, Xie Fan was a little surprised, he didn't expect to be ranked in the top ten so early.

His face was relaxed, and with a slight step, his figure fell gently towards the stage.

"Xie Fan, you've been very famous recently, but looking at your strength, it's not as good as your name. Seeing Xie Fan's seventh-order realm, Zhang Heng couldn't help but have a mocking look on his face and said lightly.

"Whether I'm strong or not, you can just try it. Regarding the other party's provocation, Xie Fan touched the back of his neck and said with a faint smile.

"Okay, come on. Zhang Heng had a slight anger on his face, and he pulled out a machete from his waist, and said with killing intent.

The main feature of the Ten Thousand Beasts Technique is that the strength of cultivators is greater than that of others, and because of this, they rarely use swords in their sects, and most of them use machetes, fists and other hard-hitting fighting methods.

Seeing the two people on the stage, without saying a few words, the atmosphere was already tense, and the people who recorded in the audience couldn't help but say helplessly: "The competition begins." ”

"Mountain Splitter!"

The blade is heavy, and in order to make up for this shortcoming, Zhang Heng spent a lot of energy cultivating his body, and came to Xie Fan very quickly at this time.

As soon as he got close, Zhang Heng raised his knife above his head, and with surging killing intent, he slashed down.

The opponent had already released his move, and Xie Fan took a step slowly, and his body wanted to move to the side.

Boom!

Xie Fan was about to step in the direction of his foot, and immediately a knife shadow slashed down, shaking the ground open a crack.

"Whew. ”

Seeing the deep crack in the floor in front of him, Xie Fan exhaled lightly, his figure retreated sharply, and at the same time drew the long sword behind his back.

The sword drew a large circle in the air from the back to the hand, and during the process, the sword gradually attached a glow.

"Drink!"

As soon as the blow fell, Zhang Heng drew back his big knife with great agility and swept towards Xie Fan again.

In the face of the fierce attack, the long sword was upside down and stood in front of his chest.

Clang!

The swords collided violently, the piercing sound spread to all directions, and the powerful force was transmitted to the other party, Xie Fan and Zhang Heng both took a few steps backwards and stabilized their figures.

"What?" Feeling the strength, Zhang Heng held the big knife, his face full of shock.

Xie Fan's strength was obviously one order lower than him, but under the hand, he was even stronger than himself.

With this pair of moves, after the two separated their bodies, Xie Fan suddenly turned forward, and the long sword in his hand turned into a phantom together.

For Xie Fan's offensive, Zhang Heng couldn't help but smile slightly, from the outside, it seemed that Xie Fan's speed was not fast, and the long sword in his hand was not very lethal.

Zhang Heng only raised the edge of the knife slightly and slashed towards the long sword.

Just as the sword was about to touch, under Zhang Heng's sluggish gaze, the long sword in Xie Fan's hand couldn't help but suddenly speed up several times, and even turned into a sword shadow, crossed the machete, and stabbed him directly.

Zhang Heng retreated again and again, dodging the blade of the sword, before he breathed a sigh of relief and muttered to himself: "It's so dangerous, this kid has a few hands hidden." ”

This time, he put away his contemptuous eyes, looked at Xie Fan seriously, and squeezed the machete in his hand a little tighter.

However, at this moment, Xie Fan's figure quickly rushed forward, and countless sword shadows flickered in front of him.

Zhang Heng was shocked, lifted the big knife, slammed it forward, and the knife qi rushed straight forward.

"Ling Xiao Sword Technique!"

The sword momentum in Xie Fan's hand changed suddenly, and countless sword qi flew out, constantly consuming the powerful sword qi.

The sword qi was weakened by several parts, and the power was reduced to two percent of the original, Xie Fan stepped forward and directly used the Xuanyang body to disperse the sword qi.

Immediately, Xie Fan continued to move forward, and the long sword sped up a few points, stabbing straight at the door of the horizontal face.

Zhang Heng wanted to raise his knife to block it, but the speed was too slow, and the silver light flashed in front of him, and Xie Fan's long sword was already on his neck.

"Are you still fighting?" The long sword pressed against Zhang Heng's neck, and Xie Fan asked lightly and indifferently.

Zhang Heng's eyes showed great killing intent, and his hand was pinched tighter and tighter, and at the same time he turned around to escape.

But as soon as he moved, Xie Fan also stepped forward with his sword. After a few strokes, he couldn't escape the blade at all.

In desperation, he could only raise his hand and surrender.

"Ring No. 9, Guiyuanmen, Xie Fan, win!"

Seeing this scene on the stage, the person who made the special trip to record it announced the results loudly.

Xie Fan pulled back his long sword, clasped his fists slightly, and then turned his gaze to the ring on Lin Wanzhou's side.

I saw that on the ring, Lin Wanzhou was holding a sharp blade, and in the midst of the surging spiritual power, countless sword qi directly enveloped the opponent.

The little girl who was shrouded in sword qi was so frightened that she squatted on the ground with her head in her hands, and actually cried out with a whimper.

The little girl was wearing the clothes of Tiantaomen, and her realm was the sixth order of entry.

The people who recorded in the audience were also at a loss, and announced Lin Wanzhou's victory indifferently.

......

"I'm going to the underground spiritual veins to cultivate. ”

After bidding farewell to Lin Wanzhou, Xie Fan waved his hand and turned around and walked to the foot of the Three Dao Sect Masters Peak.

The plank road built around the mountain, for some reason, there was a coolness, hitting Xie Fan's back.

"Not true. ”

Feeling an abnormal aura, Xie Fan gradually came to the underground spirit vein, and the smell of blood was getting stronger and stronger.