"Wow!"

Wang Xuan's move caused everyone to be in an uproar in an instant, and incredible exclamations sounded one after another, setting off a wave of ripples.

Obviously, for Wang Xuan's choice, everyone is incredulous!

After all, with Wang Xuan's strength at this time, it is not outstanding, even if it is slightly behind Cang Xiongqin and others. If you want to beat Yi Yang, it may be a little possible, but if you want to beat Song Kui, it is undoubtedly a bit of a fool's dream!

You know, Song Kui is the first person of the younger generation in Maple Snow City, how can his strength be simple?

"Fool, got kicked in the head by a donkey?"

"The grasshopper shakes the tree, and it is not self-sufficient!"

"What a stupid guy, isn't your brain funny?"

Suddenly, after being stunned, a noisy mockery broke out outside the arena one after another. Undoubtedly, Wang Xuan's self-defeating challenge was not favored by everyone.

Looking at Wang Xuan's raised long sword, Yi Yang's slightly widened eyes flashed with an unknown trace of admiration. I have to say that this guy who has always been big has his own arrogance deep in his heart. For example, the fair battle he said undoubtedly showed his arrogance, and he didn't want others to consume Yi Yang's strength.

At this moment, Wang Xuan's already erosive image was strangely subverted in Yi Yang's heart. Either way, this nasty guy did something admirable.

Exhaling a slightly turbid breath, Yi Yang's footsteps slowly stepped back. Leave enough space for the two who are about to face each other!

As Yi Yang retreated, the atmosphere in the field exploded instantly, and the momentum of the two of them poured suddenly, surging like a tide. The strong aura of confrontation is comparable to two fierce tigers fighting, forcing people's souls.

Sensing Wang Xuan's momentum, it was even more vigorous than when he fought against Mu Yangqiu. Suddenly, the eyes of many people changed color slightly.

"Zheng!"

Suddenly, Wang Xuan's right hand shook, and the soft sword instantly let out a crisp clang. The blade of the sword trembled slightly, and the qi yuan flowed, rippling in the air with a circle of ripples visible to the naked eye. Immediately, Wang Xuan didn't say a word, his figure leaped out, and slashed at Song Kui's waist and abdomen with a sword.

The blade of the sword, which was as thin as a cicada's wings, shone with a sharp aura, cutting the air into a gap visible to the naked eye. As the soft sword swept by, the gap quickly cracked, releasing a chilling glow that forced people's souls.

"Snort!"

Half a step behind, Song Kui hurriedly retreated, but was still cut through the clothes in front of his waist and abdomen by the tip of Wang Xuan's sword. The sneering sound sounded, so that many people couldn't help but lift their minds and nervously pay attention to the changes in the scene.

It's just that in the first confrontation, Wang Xuan was able to cut Song Kui's clothes. In any case, Wang Xuan at this time had already proved himself with strength. Even if everyone still thinks that it is inferior to the latter, its strong strength is beyond doubt!

"Bastard!" Looking at the clothes that were broken into slag in front of his waist and abdomen, and the faintly visible white skin, Song Kui couldn't help but be furious. This guy dares to be so rampant with the power of the mysterious weapon?

With a roar, Song Kui stepped out abruptly, and his body fluttered out like a tiger. His hands turned into claws, reaching out like eagle claws, and grabbed Wang Xuan's wrists. The five fingers are slightly bent, and the qi between the hands and claws is entangled, releasing fierce energy.

Not far away, Wang Xuan clearly felt the fierceness of Song Kui's fingertips, which made his skin feel faintly painful.

"Hmph!" Sensing the latter's intentions, Wang Xuan snorted coldly, and then his body moved, and then stepped forward again. At the same time, the blade of the sword in his hand turned, and a sword shadow turned in front of him, covering him like a curtain, intercepting Song Kui's figure.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Xuan swung his sword and slashed vertically, and without hesitation, he went straight to Song Kui's left shoulder. The fierce sword qi fluttered, cutting through the air, and the sneering sound never stopped.

The figure was blocked, and Song Kui's face was particularly ugly. The first blow failed, but it was exchanged for Wang Xuan's second attack, which made Song Kui's heart secretly aggrieved. The latter held the Xuanqi Soft Sword in his hand, and its sharpness was by no means ordinary, and the power of such a sharp weapon was not something that his flesh and blood could resist. Therefore, Song Kui had to quickly retreat backwards, dodging the soft sword that Wang Xuan slashed into.

"Zheng!"

A sword slashed through the air, cutting a foot-long deep mark into the ground.

"Where to go!" Seeing Song Kui's dodging figure, Wang Xuan smiled coldly, and then his body turned, and the soft sword in his hand suddenly swung up, directly lifting the ground turf into the air, and smashed it towards Song Kui with his strength. Then he stepped out, chased after the piece of turf, and then stabbed Song Kui in the chest with his sword.

"Buzz!"

The soft sword trembled slightly, bursting out with a pleasant sound, and the crisp sound fluctuated, releasing a cold air. In an instant, the sharp energy burst out, and the persecuting Song Kui hurriedly avoided it. retreated one after another, not daring to compete with Wang Xuan!

A sword slashed through the air, smashing the turf to pieces, and Wang Xuan raised his sword and continued to bully Song Kui's chest. The soft sword in his hand swept across, leaving behind an afterimage like a curtain, like the Milky Way being sprinkled upside down, and it was very dazzling. The galaxy-like sword shadow revealed a cold sword light, which was compelling, making Song Kui's face more and more solemn.

With a sharp weapon in hand, even if Song Kui's strength is superb, he doesn't dare to guarantee that he can easily capture Wang Xuan. Therefore, if he wants to force forces to suppress the latter, he will not dare to take risks easily unless he is fighting for the consequences of losing both!

And under Song Kui's continuous retreat, Wang Xuan's face became more and more proud. The soft sword is like a stream, flowing smoothly, and it is swept over and over again, which can be described as extremely gorgeous.

With a sword in hand, I have it in the world!

At this time, Wang Xuan was quite emotional!

But seeing Wang Xuan's coquettishness at this time, the people who were fighting outside the arena were unimpressed. Relying on the power of sharp weapons, it is obviously difficult to accept. Especially the children of the Song family, seeing that the idols in their minds were constantly forced to retreat, they shouted and scolded one after another, and reprimanded Wang Xuan for his despicability.

Soon after, under the leadership of the children of the Song family, the children of the Cang family, who were very different from Yuan Wuzong, also echoed one after another. One by one, their faces turned red and they scolded extremely hard. The painful curse, as if there was a bitter hatred, denounced Wang Xuan beyond recognition.

Suddenly, listening to the scolding around him, Wang Xuan's face turned unbearably red. couldn't help but be furious, making the frequency of his sword also increase instantaneously.

The blade of the sword flipped and the sword qi burst out, dancing a set of basic sword skills to the fullest. The swift soft sword swung as fast as lightning, leaving one film screen after another in the air, forcing Song Kui's situation to become more and more precarious.

Seeing that Song Kui's situation was becoming more and more dangerous, he was gradually forced to appear. Suddenly, many people began to fall silent, suppressing their breathing, secretly expecting Song Kui to suddenly explode and turn the tide.

"Song Kui, take the knife!"

At this moment, when Song Kui was about to be forced out of the venue, Song Yuli suddenly stood up. With a sudden shout, with a wave of his big hand, a jet-black broad-backed knife was thrown out, shooting towards Song Kui's side like electricity.

"Buzz!"

The space trembled, and the wide-backed broadsword shot like electricity, quickly approaching with a thick and heavy momentum, appearing on Song Kui's side. Suddenly, Song Kui grabbed the handle of the knife with his right hand and grasped it accurately. Immediately, when Wang Xuan's soft sword was about to arrive, he swung his sword violently, slashing towards Wang Xuan's soft sword with a thunderous momentum.

"Boom!"

The sound of the clash of gold and iron resounded, and a fierce and chilling aura burst out from between the swords, rippling in a circle of majestic qi. As the qi waves rolled, Wang Xuan's body continued to slide backwards, and he was broken back nearly ten zhang away.

"Mysterious Weapon!"

In an instant, everyone on the field understood that the big sword controlled by Song Kui must be a mysterious weapon.

Looking at the movement in the field, Yi Yang frowned slightly, and his heart couldn't help but become more and more solemn. Song Kui's own strength alone is extremely strong, and if he adds a mysterious weapon, it will be like a tiger with wings and even more difficult.

"Slash!"

While Yi Yang was secretly amazed, the situation in the field was also changing rapidly. Suddenly, a soft drink made Yi Yang come back to his senses in an instant, and when he turned his eyes again, he was extremely concerned about the battle situation at the beginning. At this time, I saw Song Kui holding a big knife in his hand, and his own momentum was natural, more than twice as strong as before.

The wide-backed big knife was clenched in his hand, Song Kui's figure was like a tiger rushing out, dancing the knife with one hand, and suddenly set off pieces of knife shadows, approaching Wang Xuan's vital body. The shadow of the knife slashed out, as sharp as substance, and the chilling breath was overwhelming, and the air was sneering.

Suddenly, under Song Kui's wanton persecution, Wang Xuan's situation suddenly became worrying. Wang Xuan, who was originally relying on the power of the mysterious weapon, barely suppressed Song Kui, and at this time, the two were equal to each other, and Wang Xuan could no longer stalemate.

"Wang Xuan is doomed!"

"Brother Song Kui is finally going to win!"

Seeing Wang Xuan's situation, everyone on the field immediately cheered, especially the children of the Song family who smiled one by one, and couldn't help but be very proud. Song Kui's victory or defeat is related to the honor and disgrace of the Song family, as the children of the Song family, they will naturally rejoice in the glory of the Song family and hate the shame of the Song family.

"Boom!"

Swords clashed, and blinding sparks flashed between the sharp blades of the swords. The two continued to criticize in the field, and finally shook together again. But there is no doubt that the result is that Wang Xuan has fallen into a slight disadvantage and is constantly forced to retreat.

"It's over! Get out!"

Seeing Wang Xuan's slightly pale face, Song Kui suddenly drank deeply, and immediately stepped out, raising his knife with both hands over the top. With his movements, everyone felt that Song Kui's momentum had climbed to the top in an instant, and the thick and heavy momentum was clear at a glance.

Qi Yuan flowed, spread all over the body, and poured into the big knife like a tide. Suddenly, the jet-black broad-backed broadsword flashed with a dazzling light. The jet-black light flickered, like a dragon meandering, full of endless and compelling aura.

"Angry dragon slash! Jiaolong goes to sea!"

Suddenly, Song Kui took a step forward and slashed down with both hands. Suddenly, the flickering light on the big knife condensed in an instant, turning into a sword about three feet long and constantly swallowing. As Song Kui's deep shout sounded, the sword poured out, like a dragon going out to sea, with a mighty momentum and full of endless ferocity.

The sword slashed out and broke through the air, and the chilling breath seemed to tear through the space, so that people could clearly hear the sound of clicking. The chilling sword swept by, and the air on both sides was constantly shattered, turning into a rolling wave of air and tumbling, resembling a wave.

"Wang Xuan lost ......"

Feeling the power of Song Kui's sword, everyone understood that with Wang Xuan's strength, it was powerless to stop.

At this moment, even Yuan Qizhen and the others had to shake their heads secretly, noncommittal about the outcome of everyone's discussion. With their old and spicy eyes, they could find that the power of Song Kui's sword was already close to the full force of the late stage of the Guiyuan Realm.

And with Wang Xuan's cultivation when he first entered the Guiyuan Realm, even if he relied on the power of the Xuan Weapon, he was powerless to resist at all. After all, Song Kui is not a soft persimmon that is easy to pinch!

"Who will win and lose, it is not yet known!"

At this moment, when everyone was agreeing on the ending, Yi Yang suddenly muttered. The originally calm gaze was suddenly solemn, full of astonishment and looked at the field, where Wang Xuan's figure suddenly fluttered.

With Wang Xuan's movements, countless phantoms remained behind him, and countless vague figures covered up his traces. Soon, countless figures filled the field, forming a series of shadows, covering the world and making it difficult for everyone's eyes to see clearly.

And in the shadow, Wang Xuan's figure is unpredictable, as if he has completely dissolved into these phantoms.

"Song Kui, you should be honored, this is the first time I have used this move!

Suddenly, in the endless screen, Wang Xuan's cold laughter came. The sound is illusory, ethereal, as if it came from the void.

"Shadow Kill, Ten Thousand Shadows Lost!"

Immediately, when a soft shout resounded, a dazzling sword suddenly erupted from the endless screen. The sword light soared into the air and exploded violently, forming countless fierce sword qi. The sword qi was wanton, like the Milky Way falling upside down, turning into endless starlight pouring down, and rushing straight to Song Kui's sword.

As the sword soared into the air, the majestic killing machine leaked out of it, cold and piercing, as if the air was condensed.