Hearing Meng Qi's words, hundreds of disciples immediately flocked to him.

Everyone took out all their belongings, and they all bet on He Wuhate to lose.

In the blink of an eye, the case in front of Meng Qi was full of small mountains of gambling funds.

Of course, Xuan Tianding is still on the case, and it is particularly conspicuous among many gambling funds.

Originally, Meng Qi didn't dare to open a gambling game, because he was afraid that He Wuhate would win again, and he, the banker, would lose all his money.

But He Wuxian dared to challenge two people, and arrogantly said that he didn't need weapons.

No one thought he would win, no matter how talented he was.

That's why Meng Qi saw the opportunity and opened a gamble.

"Hehe, why don't you hate, you sent this to the 'door' yourself. Xuantian Ding will soon be in my pocket. ”

Meng Qi was proud in his heart, and there was a confident smile on the corner of his mouth.

The noisy crowd has finally quieted down, and an unprecedented duel is about to be staged.

Zhou Cheng and Qin Bufu, who were full of sneers, each holding the spirit weapon sword, stood still one after the other, and sandwiched He Wuxianbao in the middle.

"Why don't you hate, take it!"

Zhou Cheng took the lead in making a move, snorted coldly, waved the crimson sword, and slashed out more than a dozen flame sword lights.

The sword light was violent, violent and domineering, tearing through the air and making a clicking sound, like a thunderbolt towards He Wuxian.

Each sword light was two zhang long, freeing up blazing flames, turning the sword fighting platform into a sea of fire.

The strength of the ninth-level martial king was fully displayed, which amazed everyone around the audience.

But He Wuxian was fearless, he really didn't take out his weapon, and his figure flashed and retreated.

His right hand suddenly raised, and a crimson flame erupted, condensing into a giant flame hand.

"It's another trick!"

More than a dozen exclamations rang out from the crowd.

Wu Qingfeng was defeated by this move before, and he was slapped and fainted.

Everyone remembers that scene clearly.

At this time, goodbye He Wuxian used this trick, and everyone immediately sweated for Zhou Cheng.

"Bang!"

The flame giant hand slammed into the sword light, and a dull loud sound erupted, shaking people's eardrums.

The violent and domineering sword light was shattered in an instant, turning into countless flame fragments, and 'excited' in all directions. Shoot'.

Not only that, but the Flame Giant Hand was still intact and undamaged, and continued to shoot at Zhou Cheng.

This scene made everyone exclaim, and the more than 500 inner 'sect' disciples all widened their eyes and 'revealed' incredible expressions. （WWW.800book）

"Wu Qingfeng, the eighth-level martial king, was stunned by a palm, and Zhou Cheng, the ninth-level martial king, can he withstand the power of this palm?"

Everyone's hearts were raised to their throats, worried about Zhou Cheng.

Zhou Cheng's face also changed, and his eyes were full of solemnity.

He didn't think about it, so he moved sideways, trying to dodge.

At the same time, Qin Bufu finally saw the opportunity to make a move.

He expected that He Wuxian would deal with Zhou Cheng with all his might, and he had no time to take care of anything else, so he launched an attack from behind.

"Blue Sword!"

In the low cold cheer, a bright ice blue 'color' sword light appeared.

It was a six-foot-long sword light, as blue as the sea.

The speed of the sword light was as fast as lightning, agile and fast, and the power was extraordinary.

In just an instant, the sword light pierced the sky, spanning a distance of fifty zhang, and slashed at He Wuxian's back.

Seeing this scene, everyone was enthusiastic and admired Qin Bufu's 'fine' swordsmanship.

In this way, He Wuxian fell into a dilemma.

If he continued to attack Zhou Cheng, he would be hit by the Youlan Sword.

If he wanted to resist this sword, he would have to give up chasing Zhou Cheng.

With one enemy and two enemies, the biggest disadvantage lies in this, the abdomen and back are subject to the enemy, and the head and tail cannot be taken into account.

Everyone understands this truth, so they believe that He Wuhate will undoubtedly lose, and it seems that he has seen his miserable end.

In the eyes of everyone, the safest way is, of course, to 'withdraw' back to defense.

Resist Qin Bufu's Youlan Sword first, and then find an opportunity to counterattack.

However, what everyone didn't expect was that He Wuxian turned a blind eye to the dark blue sword behind him.

His eyes were staring at Zhou Cheng, and the giant hand that covered the sky slammed down, and the flames in the sky were bright, drowning Zhou Cheng.

With a muffled sound of "bang", Zhou Cheng was slapped upside down by the flame giant hand and flew out.

It fell from the sky like a broken kite and smashed on the sword fighting platform with a "poof".

At the same time, Qin Bufu's dark blue sword finally hit He Wuxi.

With a bone-chilling blue sword light, it burst out with a force of nine million catties and stabbed him fiercely on his Yuan Force shield.

"Click!"

It was like the sound of ice shattering, and everyone went crazy.

I saw that He Wuxi's flame shield shook and shook, but it did not shatter and collapse, not even leaving a gap.

However, the faint blue sword light instantly exploded into countless fine ice crystals, pouring down like a blue 'color' rainstorm.

"Qin Bufu's sword light failed to defeat He Wufu's flame shield!"

"It's incredible! I must have read it wrong. ”

"How could this be? Qin Bufu is the peak of a ninth-level martial king, why is he only an eighth-level martial king!"

The more than 500 inner 'sect' disciples were all in an uproar, and their faces 'revealed' with shocked and inexplicable expressions.

In the realm of the Martial King, the difference in strength at a higher level is several times, this is the consensus of everyone.

But this scene just now broke everyone's cognition and made people feel incredible.

However, what surprised everyone was far more than this scene.

In the exclamations of countless people, I saw He Wuxian take nine steps in the air, and his figure appeared beside Zhou Cheng like a ghost.

At a distance of two hundred zhang, he crossed it in a third of an instant, and the speed was incredible.

Zhou Cheng just got up from the ground, his face was pale, covering his chest, and wiping the blood from the corners of his mouth.

He Wuxian appeared beside him like a ghost, which immediately made him panic, his eyes widened, and his face was full of horror.

Even if he is a ninth-level martial king, the fastest speed can only fly eighty zhang in a single thought.

He couldn't imagine that He Wuxian, an eighth-level martial king, had cultivated such a wonderful light-weight technique, and it was so fast.

But at this critical moment, Zhou Cheng didn't have time to think about these at all.

He almost subconsciously flew back, and at the same time swung the fiery red 'color' sword and stabbed at He Wuxian's chest.

The sword was lit up with dazzling fire, furious and blazing, and if it stabbed the 'chest', why not hate and die.

His reaction speed is very fast, and he can counterattack while dodging, which is already commendable, and he is worthy of being a genius of the eighteenth on the immortal list.

It's a pity that his speed is fast, but he is still not hateless.

Just as he swung his sword and stabbed out, He Wuxian's right foot had already swept his back with the momentum of thunder.

Seeing that he was only a foot away, his sword light could pierce into He Wuxi's 'chest'.

But this distance of one foot has become an eternal luxury.

"Bang!"

In the muffled sound, Zhou Cheng only felt a sharp pain in his lower back, and his eyes were black for a while.

Tens of millions of catties of huge force burst out, directly blasting him upside down and flying thirty zhang away, and smashed it on the ground of the sword fighting platform.

"Boom!"

When his body collided with the ground, he only felt that his whole person was deformed and fell apart.

The incomparably sharp pain spread throughout his body, making him convulsive.

He struggled on the ground several times, but he couldn't get up, and he vomited a pool of blood from his mouth.

"Senior Brother Zhou!" Three hundred zhang away, Qin Bufu witnessed this scene with his own eyes, and immediately let out a cry of worry and panic.

In his rage, he erupted in a monstrous flood.

Holding the ice blue 'colored' sword in both hands, he rushed towards He Wuxian with an indomitable spirit.

"Why don't you hate, suffer death!"

The furious Qin Bufu almost lost his mind and burst out with the strength of his life.

He freed up more than a dozen water columns all over his body, turning the entire sword fighting platform into an ocean.

The sword in his hand gathered the endless water system element power, giving birth to an eight-zhang long water-blue 'color' sword light.

"Angry Water Sword Technique!"

Qin Bufu roared hoarsely, holding a huge aqua blue 'color' sword light in both hands, and slashed at He Wuxian's head.

At the same time, the monstrous flood that flooded the entire Doujian Terrace, and the dozen or so columns of water that rose to the sky, all came down towards He Wuxian.

As we all know, water can overcome fire.

It stands to reason that Qin Bufu, this ninth-level martial king of the water system, will definitely be able to restrain He Wuxi, the eighth-level martial king of the fire system.

More than five hundred inner 'gate' disciples were shocked when they saw Qin Bufu angry and burst out with such a terrifying attack.

Everyone thought that He Wuxian would definitely not be able to take this trick.

No matter how strong he was, there was no reason to resist this Angry Water Sword Technique.

Yang Tianchen in the crowd said with a 'look' of admiration on his face: "Qin Bufu has no reservation in his strength with this angry water sword technique. The power of this sword technique is already very close to that of a first-level martial emperor. ”

"It seems that Qin Bufu will soon be able to advance to the first-level Martial Emperor. He Wuxian will undoubtedly be defeated, no matter how talented he is, he will never be able to resist this move. ”

Yang Tianchen was full of confidence, and looked at He Wuxian with pity in his eyes.

He seemed to have seen the tragic end of He Wuxi's heavy blow by the Angry Water Sword Technique.

Lin Qingxuan pursed her lips and didn't speak, but a pair of pink fists were secretly clenched, her eyes were staring at He Wuxian's figure, and her heart was full of worry.

On the sword fighting platform, He Wuxian's figure was immediately submerged by the monstrous flood.

More than a dozen dragon-like water columns also carried tens of millions of catties of strength and suppressed them fiercely.

At this moment, everyone couldn't help but sweat for him.

Of course, there are also some people who are worried about Qin Bupay.

They were afraid that Qin Bufu would bombard and kill He Wuxian with one move, and then violate the 'door' rules and be killed by the old drunkard.

In that case, if Qin didn't pay for one life for another, he would lose a lot.

Unexpectedly, just when everyone was in a complicated mood and had their own thoughts, there was a sudden change on the stage.

I saw that in the flood that covered the sky and the sun, a monstrous flame was released.

A giant more than ten feet high, condensed by the flames, waved the flame giant hand furiously, smashing the dozen or so water columns.

The muffled sound of "bang bang bang" is endless.

In the blink of an eye, all the columns of water exploded into a flood and merged into the ocean.

Immediately after, this flame giant, which was more than ten feet high, jumped out of the ocean.

He instantly stepped out of a hundred zhang distance and appeared beside Qin Bufu.

Qin Bufu just performed a trick, it was when Yuan Li was lacking, he couldn't dodge it at all, and he was also shocked.

The flame giant waved his two flame palms, as if Mount Tai was pressing down, and smashed it down.

"Boom!"

The flood water gushed out wildly, overflowing the sword fighting platform, and pouring down on the disciples who were watching around, causing everyone to scream and dodge.

Qin Bufu was covered by the flame giant hand, and the smashed 'meat' body was like a leather ball, and he lay on the ground in a daze.

The Fighting Sword Arena trembled violently and shook hundreds of times, and the entire Fighting Sword Peak also shook violently dozens of times.

The sound of "boom" came far away, as terrible as the collapse of heaven and earth.

If it weren't for the fact that both the Sword Fighting Platform and the Sword Fighting Peak were guarded by powerful formations, the entire mountain would have collapsed and disintegrated with just this blow.

After a long time, when the flood and flames in the sky dissipated, everyone saw the situation on the sword fighting platform clearly.

I saw that on the west side of the sword fighting platform, Zhou Cheng was still lying on the ground, his face was pale, and he vomited blood.

To the west of the sword fighting platform, Qin Bufu curled up like a silkworm chrysalis, not moving, and was already in a coma.

He Wuxian, who was dressed in a white robe, stood in the middle of the field, his hands behind his back, with a breezy expression.