Wu Kehang felt an unprecedented spiritual coercion, as well as the oppressive force of my sword.

It was only at this time that Wu Kehang understood.

Why did I laugh just now.

Everything I've done before, injuries and back-offs, is to get him to attack with all his might.

At this moment, he is not advancing or retreating, so he can only fight with me hard.

And under the ring, countless people widened their eyes.

"The suppressive power is so strong, I feel a sense of trepidation when it's so far away!"

"Qin Ze was still retreating again and again just now, how could such a strong force burst out at this moment?"

"Pretended, Qin Ze was pretending just now!"

“……”

A lot of people have come back to it.

However, my sword has been cut out.

In the face of the Qingcheng faction's stunt, the golden light sword qi was a sword, bursting and slashing.

The sword qi wielded by the word "extinguish" seemed even more fierce and manic.

A bang sounded again.

This blow is even more powerful than the blow I hit with Wudang Senior Brother Li Chunlong on the sword.

The turbulent flow of Gang Qi "whirred" vibrated in all directions.

Many people's faces are white, it's hard to imagine, but we in our early twenties have such cultivation.

After a violent bang.

Although Wu Kehang tried his best, it was still difficult to resist the terrifying power of the word extinguishing technique at this moment.

His face was distorted, and he screamed:

"Ahh

The long sword in his hand was directly broken, and Wu Kehang also flew out directly.

The body was like falling leaves in the autumn wind, and it fell to the ground with a "bang bang", and it rolled seven or eight times in a row before stopping.

He raised his head slightly, trying to get up, but a mouthful of blood spurted out.

The body fell to the ground again.

"Big brother!"

"Senior Brother Kehang!"

“……”

The Qingcheng Sect disciple exclaimed.

The referee flew up to the stage to check on the situation.

At the same time, waving his hand, Wu Kehang was already unconscious and could not fight again.

"In this game, Qin Ze won. Seven wins in a row. ”

There was an uproar in the audience.

Exclamations continued.

"Damn, win again!"

"Oh my God, the seven consecutive victories are all the number one masters of each faction."

"Hahaha, really give us a slender face."

“……”

Amid the cheers, I wasn't doing well.

And I, standing still.

The stone bricks under his feet were cracked.

Sweating and panting.

Although I won, this sword directly drained ten percent of my spiritual power, and the sequelae of lack of qi and blood made me feel dizzy.

Underfoot, a little unsteady on his feet.

But I know that the more this happens, the more I can't show it.

Because according to the rules of the game, ten consecutive wins can win, or no one dares to challenge.

Now when it comes to this part, if you show that you are very weak.

Its own deterrent power will continue to decrease.

Hold on, hold on......

I kept admonishing myself in my heart while standing firmly in the ring.

And constantly pranayama to stabilize the heart pulse dantian.

Wu Kehang, like Li Chunlong, was directly carried down.

But Wu Kehang was better than Li Chunlong when he was carried down, and he had already woken up.

But looking at the people around him pointing and pointing, he simply closed his eyes and pretended to be dizzy.

After all, it was a bit embarrassing to lose.

Looking at the entire Daomen, almost all the masters of the younger generation have been in the ring.

The rest are some disciples with very low cultivation.

"Hey, is anyone else on it? Qin Ze is already at the end of his crossbow. ”

"That's it, we've all been on stage.

Don't let a casual cultivator win.

Where are the disciples of our major sects going? ”

“……”

The disciples of the major sects are talking about it at this time.

But shouting and shouting, just no one came to the stage.

Although many people can see that I am now at the end of the crossbow.

But it was not weak enough to fight.

There must still be a fight.

It is also known that the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse.

Those who have never been in the ring are basically some young fellow Daoists who have been in the realm of Qi acceptance, or even cultivated to a lower level.

With such a cultivation, coming up and fighting against a powerhouse who can burst out of the early realm of true light with a sword, what is the difference between this and going to death?

Therefore, even if many people want to come on stage to pick up my leak, they don't have that strength.

They shook their heads.

In the ring, Liuyun Zhenren has been seeing him for five minutes, and no one has challenged yet.

Immediately shouted:

"Dozens of poor roads, if there is no one to fight. The winner will be Qin Ze. ”

After speaking, the Liuyun Dao Chief looked around.

Then start counting.

10.9......

Listening to the countdown, I was very nervous, and subconsciously took a look at the White Bone Soul Rejuvenation Grass.

As long as he wins, Qingdai's injury will be cured.

In this competition, I don't want to be famous, just to get the herb.

Under the ring, many people looked around.

Expect to see if there are any new challengers to the stage.

Some people are even counting down.

III.2......

When I heard this number, my eyes lit up.

Count again, and I'll win.

I clenched my fists.

I even saw that under the ring, Lao Mo was laughing and making a gesture of opening champagne, wanting to celebrate for me.

However, just when Liuyun Dao is long, and he is about to count to the last count.

In the foreign guest seat, above the Dongying seat, the thin black man who appeared before suddenly got up.

With sharp eyes, he shouted at the ring and the audience:

"Yami falls!"