As soon as the news of the defeat in the first battle came out, it immediately caused a burst of discussion among the crowd outside the guild......

"Didn't you say that our Zhongzong's Fu Master Guild was the most powerful among the nearby sects? Why was it defeated in the first game!"

"You don't know this, I heard that Murong Lanjun, who has the highest cultivation, was injured and couldn't participate. I'm afraid our sect will still be difficult to win this time!"

"You know what? It's not one person. If you fail in the first game, this is called politeness, and people come all the way over, so what's the harm in letting them play a game!"

Although the discussion outside the guild was lively, the atmosphere in the arena was a little cold.

At this time, Wu Zhenren had a sad face. When he met Zhao Heming last year, he was not as high as Han Chengyu's cultivation, and he didn't expect that this year, he would be able to make such rapid progress, could it be that he was stimulated by the elixir? Wu Zhenren guessed wildly.

According to the rules on the field, you should rest for half an hour after a competition. It's fair to get the winner back to their best before moving on to the next game.

Not long after the time passed, Zhao Yihong couldn't bear it a little bit, and urged: "President Wu, I think it's better to speed up the next game!"

"It's not good for President Zhao to do this! The hour has not yet come. At this time, let He Mingshang, I'm afraid that even if we win this game, it will be disgraceful, so it's not too late to wait until he is fully recovered before starting!"

Wu Zhenren wasn't actually worried about the second competition, but he just didn't want the competition to go too fast.

Zhao Yihong smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, President Wu, my own apprentice, I know best how long it will take to recover." If he loses, he doesn't learn art, and I will never talk about him!"

"Since President Zhao insists on this, then let's continue to compete. After speaking, Wu Zhenren nodded at Han Tong and signaled that the competition could start.

Han Tong understood, got up and walked to the ring and shouted: "Let's hold the second match: Zhao Heming vs. Wang Shida." ”

Zhao Heming had already been reminded by Zhao Yihong to secretly take an elixir that maintained jīng's divine power before going on the field. And Wang Shida had long been holding back a resentment in his chest, he could sense that Zhao Heming's strength was far below him, and he was ready to use the power of thunder to take him down as soon as he came on the field. Prove your place in the guild with a victory.

But when he just climbed the steps, Wu Zhenren's voice suddenly sounded in his head: "Shida remember, your chances of winning this battle are greater, don't worry, try to delay as much as possible, and buy more time for Wu Yan!"

Hearing the last sentence, there was a slight pause at Wang Shida's feet, and then he returned to normal.

"It's Wu Yan again! I will definitely not give you a chance to show off! Buy time for him, hum! I just want to fight quickly!"

"The competition begins!" As the two got ready in the ring, Han Tong announced the start.

"I'll let you end up like him!" said Zhao Heming, who had just won a game, with confidence.

"Really, then just try it!" Before he finished speaking, Wang Shida rushed at each other, and two first-level primary talismans, one left and one right, rushed out at the other party.

Zhao Heming was on the rise, but he didn't expect the other party to be so cunning, and he came to a surprise attack without waiting for his reply. In a hurry, Zhao Heming was too late to dodge, so he instantly took out two equal fire talismans and hit them.

"Bang bang!" two fireballs exploded!

Zhao Heming took two steps back violently, and then saw that there was still the other party's figure on the field, and couldn't help but jump out to the side with his feet.

It turned out that when the firelight exploded, Wang Shida took the opportunity to cast a maze charm on himself, and he did not stop at his feet, and rushed directly to Zhao Heming's side, preparing to activate the fire talisman beside him and blast him directly off the ring.

Who knew that this kid had flexible legs and feet, and jumped away before Wang Shida activated the fire talisman.

Although he noticed it, Wang Shida was already less than four positions away from him, and he jumped a few steps closely with the other party to judge the other party's marching pace.

Wang Shida took out a first-level medium talisman and slammed it at the place where the other party was about to stop.

Zhao Heming, who was running, was a spirit, and when he found Wang Shida's figure, the fire talisman had already arrived in front of him.

In a hurry, it was impossible for Zhao Heming to block this fast-coming fire talisman again, even if he could block the two talismans from exploding in front of him, he would blast himself out of the ring.

"The fire rune is issued, and the rune shield is present!"

I saw Zhao Heming take out two talismans, and one threw them in front of Wang Shida. The other formed a small rune shield in front of him, which was used to counteract some of the fire rune explosions.

"Boom!"

As soon as the two talismans were activated, Wang Shida's fire talisman exploded on the talisman shield. The rune shield shattered after holding on for less than a breath.

Zhao Heming's upright body "Tengtengteng" took a few steps back, and then sat on the ground, and his body became charred black.

Besides, the fire talisman that was activated was activated by it as soon as it reached mid-air, and it exploded with a bang.

Wang Shida just wanted to rush forward, but was blocked by this firelight.

By the time he rounded the fireball again and was ready for the final blow, Zhao Heming had already stood up again.

The two are once again locked in a standoff.

"Good!" rang out from the audience.

"This attack of Shi Daxian's nephew is so violent!"

"It's just a pity, if it is a first-level high-level talisman that hits Zhao Heming, I'm afraid this game will be won directly!"

Listening to everyone's appreciation, Wang Shida was excited in his heart, "Look! I will definitely become the first in Zhongzong." ”

But Wu Zhenren frowned and was a little displeased. He had already sent a message to Wang Shida, asking him to delay time as much as possible, but he took the initiative to attack at the beginning. If the opponent's reaction is slower by one point, I'm afraid the competition will be over. Skadden: What's wrong with this?

After this round of attack, Zhao Heming had already felt Wang Shida's power, and if he didn't take the initiative, he was afraid that it would be difficult to win this game, so he shouted at the other party: "Do you dare to try whose jīng divine power is higher?"

Wang Shida sneered: "Why don't you dare!"

So the two of them put away the spirit talisman in their hands and closed their eyes. But the surrounding scene is clearly displayed in my mind.

At this time, a green long sword suddenly gathered in front of Zhao Heming, approaching Wang Shida.

"It's a good time!" Wang Shida exclaimed in his heart, he didn't expect this kid to be so well controlled.

Similarly, Wang Shida also sacrificed a blue sè wide sword to face the battle.

Although it can be seen clearly in the minds of these two people, it looks to those outside the ring. The two seemed to pause suddenly, closing their eyes and recuperating.

The two swords sacrificed by the two were condensed with the power of the jīng gods, and they had no substance. It is also the sea of human consciousness that is also attacked, and the body does not suffer any damage.

The people present were all talismans, and as long as they were higher than the two people on the field, they could sense the situation of the battle. But the others could only watch the two of them stand in a daze.

The two swords flew up and down under the control of the two of them, constantly colliding with each other.

Zhao Heming's thin sword was more flexible, surrounding Wang Shida's broad sword, constantly spinning and hammering.

And Wang Shida controlled the broadsword motionlessly, so as not to respond to all changes, and only when the thin sword attack came, he would greet it vigorously.

After a while, the frequency of Rapier's attacks became less and less, and its strength was much less than before.

On the other hand, the broadsword is still as hard as ever, as steady as Mount Tai.

"It's not good! Ming'er is going to be defeated!" Zhao Yihong said secretly in his heart. He could see that Wang Shida had been accumulating strength, consuming Zhao Heming's jīng divine power.

Sure enough, Wang Shida shouted: "Break it for me!"

With a crisp sound of "bell", the thin sword controlled by Zhao Heming was violently hit by the broad sword and flew to the side.

The broadsword that lost its block was like a sharp sword stabbing into Zhao Heming's brain.

"Poof!"

Zhao Heming's brain was hit hard, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his upright body collapsed.

"Name!"

Zhao Yihong landed in the ring with a leap and unleashed his jīng divine power to protect Zhao Heming's sea of knowledge.

"We won!"

"Stark is doing well!"

"Let them be arrogant again!"

Wang Shida slowly opened his eyes, glanced at Zhao Heming lying on the ground with disdain, and then raised his arms to signal to the cheering people around the ring.

Han Tong excitedly picked up the ring and announced loudly: "Second game: Wu's guild - Wang Shida wins!"