Just as the magic sword was about to slash at Saint Pansiman's head, a faint golden light surged out of Saint Pansiman's hand, and his left hand instantly burst out, grabbing the magic sword in his hand, and with a stretch of his right hand, he grabbed Vane's throat, as long as he used a force, he could crush his throat.

Vane's face turned pale suddenly, and he looked at St. Pansiman in disbelief, how could he not have thought that he would be defeated in the hands of the subordinates in front of him, who seemed to be just Zhao Feng's servant. And the defeat is so bad, so there is no suspense.

"I lost!" Vane said with a grim face.

"The Sacred Domain powerhouse, worthy of being a Sacred Domain powerhouse, is a great sword master-level master, in front of the Sacred Domain powerhouse, he is still vulnerable!" Zhao Jian thought to himself as he looked at Vane, who had been defeated in the hands of Saint Pansiman with that move.

Wayne retreated to Zhao Jian's side, looking dejected.

"Vane, you don't have to be discouraged. Do you know that your opponent is a Sanctuary powerhouse? Losing at the hands of a Sacred Realm powerhouse is not something to be discouraged about. Zhao Jian looked at the generals under his command with a depressed look on his face and comforted.

"Sanctuary powerhouse?" Vane shook his body and looked at Saint Pansiman with disbelief in his eyes. He didn't expect that a Sanctuary powerhouse would also become a servant of one person.

"Lord Zhao Feng, I'm Lei Hu! Please also ask your servant Zhao Yi to give me some advice!" The fierce ninth-level peak sword saint beside Count Ahag of Shifeng didn't wait for Ahag's order, he took a step and strode to the banquet center, looking at Saint Pansiman with burning eyes.

Lei Hu has been trapped in the ninth-level peak Sword Saint for five years, and he is eager to break through and become a Sacred Domain powerhouse, so he will take the initiative to challenge Saint Pansiman. Fighting against the strong can make it easier for him to break through the bottleneck and advance to the Holy Domain.

Moreover, Lei Hu was not a subordinate recruited by Count Ahag, but was just a bodyguard hired by Count Ahag. The Sword Saint at the peak of the ninth level, a powerhouse who has stepped into the Holy Domain with half a foot, is not something that anyone can recruit.

"Okay! Zhao Yi, you can point him out. Zhao Feng said lightly.

"Yes, master!" replied St. Pansiman in a hoarse voice.

Thunder Tiger looked at Saint Pansiman with two rays of essence in his eyes, burst into a roar, his claws were like hooks, like a mad tiger blasting out with one claw, and an incomparably sharp cyan fighting claw shadow shot towards Saint Pansiman domineeringly. This is the strongest claw of the Thunder Tiger, containing four levels of stamina and extremely domineering, even if the powerhouse of the first level of the Holy Domain eats his claw head-on, he will also suffer some minor injuries.

Saint Pansiman threw a fist with an expressionless face, slamming on top of the cyan Douqi claw shadow, instantly blasting the Douqi claw shadow into dispersion.

The Thunder Tiger was a little at his feet, his figure flashed, and on his body, with a layer of cyan fighting energy, he pounced on the Saint Pansiman like a real energy giant tiger, without any concern for his own safety, claw after claw, almost without stopping, attacking the crazy Saint Pansiman.

If he regained his true form, Saint Pansiman could kill a ninth-level peak master like Thunder Tiger in five moves, but he suffered a loss because he couldn't recover his true form and kill him, so he was forced to take a step back by that Thunder Tiger.

Taking a step back, St. Pansiman finally moved, he had been known for his speed, and almost in an instant, the banquet was full of his afterimage.

Thunder Tiger blasted out with a claw, passing through one of St. Pansimin's afterimages. The next moment, St. Pansiman himself appeared behind his back and grabbed him by the neck with a claw, lifting him up like a chicken.

"I admit defeat!" Lei Hu is not a stupid person, after knowing that he was defeated, he immediately chose to admit defeat. The gap between the Sacred Domain powerhouse and the ninth-level Sword Saint is too big, and if you go head-to-head, the ninth-level Sword Saint basically has no chance of winning.

St. Pansiman let go of the Tiger and let him return to his place.

Saint Pansiman defeated two powerhouses in a row, showing the strength of the powerhouse of the Sanctuary, and let everyone here truly realize why the powerhouse of the Sanctuary is called the powerhouse of the Sanctuary.

Everyone here has heard of the strength of the Sacred Domain powerhouse, but how powerful it is, they don't know how powerful, today, they personally saw that the Sacred Domain powerhouse killed the eighth-level great sword master in one move, and defeated the ninth-level peak powerhouse in twenty moves, this kind of strongness gave them a clear understanding. Zhao Feng, who had recruited two Sacred Domain powerhouses as subordinates, was even more in awe.

All of a sudden, no one dared to challenge again.

"Zhao Feng! This is the Sacred Domain powerhouse Master Alva I invited, let him fight with your servant Zhao Yi!" With a wave of his hand, a man who looked to be only forty-five or sixteen years old, with eyes like copper bells, a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and a face full of flesh, looked like a humanoid beast with a big sword in his hand, walked into the banquet.

Zhao Feng opened his insight and took a look, only to see that the basic quality of the man who looked like a humanoid beast was between 110,000 and 120,000, and his comprehensive strength was slightly better than that of Saint Pansiman by half a point. Coupled with the fact that Saint Pansiman could not return to his original form, he was even less of an opponent for the humanoid beast in front of him.

"Zhao Yi, you come back. Your Highness Buck, my servant Zhao Yi has already fought twice, and he is already tired. Let one of my other subordinates, Han Bing, have a chat with Master Alva. Ice, you go and talk to Master Alva. Zhao Feng summoned St. Pansiman and said to the cold ice.

Saint Pansiman is not Alva's opponent, if he is killed by Alva, then Zhao Feng will be depressed, even if he can enslave the Sacred Domain powerhouse, but he can't find so many lone Saint Domain powerhouses to suppress and enslave him. If you die, you will lose one.

"Okay, Master Alva, you can have a good fight with Han Bing!" Buck's eyes flashed, and he glanced at Zhao Feng and said. From St. Pansimin's actions, he could probably guess that St. Pansiman and Alva were the same level of masters, but he was not sure that Alva would be able to defeat St. Pansimin. When the strongest in the same level fight, anything can happen.

Zhao Feng recalled Zhao Yi, obviously not because Zhao Yi was tired from fighting two games in a row, but because he was not optimistic about Zhao Yi, Buck really couldn't figure out why Zhao Feng was so confident in his vision.

"Your Excellency Cold Ice, the weapon I use is a great sword, do you also use a weapon?" Alva glanced at Cold Ice and said in a deep voice.

Weapons are also extremely important for masters, two strong men with the same strength fight, if one of them is holding a divine weapon, and the other is using an ordinary long sword, then the result of victory is basically doomed.

"This is my weapon. Han Bing stretched out his hands, revealing the black claw cover, and said lightly.

"Okay!" Alva let out a low shout, and a layer of fierce red fighting qi erupted from his body, which was higher than the mountain and deeper than the sea, and the momentum comparable to that of a giant dragon spread to the surroundings, and the two-meter-long giant sword in his hand actually burst out more than thirty centimeters of red fighting qi sword light like a substance.

"Materialize the Dou Qi Sword! It turned out to be the Essence Dou Qi Sword! This Alva Master is really terrifying. Harosa's face changed, and he couldn't help blurting out.

This materialized red Douqi sword is a secret technique that only sword cultivators among the powerhouses of the Holy Realm can cultivate, and the materialized red Douqi sword is incomparably sharp, and there is nothing that cannot be broken, that is, the legendary invulnerable dragon scale armor, and the demigod's skin that can be compared to a holy weapon after being baptized by the power of the world can be cut open. This is a secret technique that very few people can cultivate.

"Materializing the Dou Qi Sword, I didn't expect that I would be able to see the Great Sword Hero who cultivated such a secret technique!" Lei Hu couldn't help but change his face when he looked at that Alva, he didn't change color when he faced the invincible Saint Pansiman, but when he saw this Materialized Dou Qi Sword Mang, his heart fluctuated violently, and he couldn't help but change his complexion.

Buck also showed a hint of a smile, this Alva is a master he has spent a lot of money to recruit, even among the powerhouses of the Holy Realm, he is also an extremely powerful existence. In today's war, he wants everyone here to recognize his strength and take the initiative to move closer to him.

Talent will only take refuge in the strong, not in the weak. So the stronger the stronger, the weaker the weaker, that's the truth.

Han Bing stared at Alva with his eyes fixed, this was the strongest master he had ever encountered since his debut. What Han Bing cultivates is a top-level exercise called [Ice Domain Demon Decision], and when he practices to an extremely deep place, he can feel the rules of the world and condense the surname of the gods, which is also an extremely remarkable exercise, and with the bloodline of his Ice Domain Demon Clan, the power is even stronger.

The [Ice Domain Demon Decision] in the cold ice body was running wildly, and the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped, and snowflakes appeared out of thin air and slowly fell.

"What kind of vision is this?"

"Legend has it that some special top-notch exercises are running to the extreme, and there will be flames, thunderbolts, snowflakes, golden lotus, and other visions, but I didn't expect that this cold ice is also a cultivator of those special top-notch exercises!" A strange light flashed in Lei Hu's eyes, and that special top-notch technique was generally only cultivated by strong people with special bloodlines like the Son of God and the Daughter of God. The power is also much more powerful than the same level exercises.

At Alva's feet, the human sword was united, as if an indestructible giant sword that could tear the earth and pierce the sky, slashing towards the ice.

The Ice Void grabbed continuously, and one after another seemed to be able to freeze even the space, and ordinary Sacred Domain powerhouses couldn't eat the snow-white claw shadow of one claw, and frantically grabbed at that Alva.

Even though the enchantment guardian formed by the enchantment rope blocked more than 95% of the freezing air, everyone outside the enchantment could still feel a biting chill, and the maids who were very thinly dressed had already curled up in a ball, shivering.

Alva turned into a giant sword, as if it was indestructible, slashing through the snow-white claw shadow that even the powerhouses of the Sanctuary could not resist. Because the freezing gas was so terrifying, there were ice cubes condensing on his body, and they were constantly shattered by his violent fighting energy, and ice chips were splashed everywhere.

(To be continued)