A "Spirit Fighting Fist" blasted out, and the fist skyrocketed by three points, and Wei Zhen was startled and withdrew his fist power in time, otherwise his wooden house, which was not twice as big as before, would be destroyed by the fist power immediately.

"Stupid!" Xiang Wuyi scolded lightly.

When Wei Zhen heard this, he scratched his ears embarrassedly. Just this punch, he didn't use all his strength, he didn't expect that when he entered the middle stage of the spirit master, the power of the "Spirit Fighting Fist" was actually doubled, and the power in his body that made him both look forward to and vaguely frightened seemed to be affected again, in addition, he seemed to feel that this "Spirit Fighting Fist" seemed to have a little different change from the past, but how it was different, he couldn't say clearly.

With the lessons of the past, every punch Wei Zhen made behind him was cautious, and the punch power was stacked layer by layer until it contracted freely.

The short sword given by Fan Tian and the "Finger of Annihilation" of the Shura clan, Wei Zhen did not intend to use them in the Great Competition, although these two were extremely powerful, the consumption was equally amazing, especially the red and black short sword.

When the day finally dawned, Wei Zhen got up from meditation and rested, and walked steadily to the slave courtyard square, after a night of practice, his own state had been adjusted to the best, as for the success or failure of the last round, he didn't care so much.

On the square, the crowd was crowded, and almost the entire Cangyan Mountain came to watch the battle. Mu Zhihao sat on the main seat of the high platform in the square, his demeanor was modest, but there was a trace of paleness under his handsome face.

Sitting on the right head is the Oriental Mubai from the Bibo Stream Sanglan Dazhai, dressed in white, with a fluttering charm. On the left, there was a middle-aged man with a kind face, with a lovely smile, this person was a deacon elder of the Hundred Treasure Sect, named Sun Jincai. The other sects did not show up.

In the last round of competition, the order of the draw was disrupted, and everyone drew again.

Wei Zhen stepped into a circle in a few steps, and showed the spirit of his draw, and the numbers "one, two, four" above the spirit slip shone brightly.

He didn't know who his opponent was at this time, but he saw that Xu was walking in his direction from afar, his pace seemed to be slow but was actually extremely fast, and he stood in the same circle as him in ten steps.

Wei Zhen's face tightened, and Xu Zheng had already thrown out the spirit slip in his hand, and the three numbers of "one, two, six" on it were particularly eye-catching and dazzling.

"I actually crashed into it. Wei Zhen's fist couldn't help but tighten a little, he had already compared the strength of the two of them no less than ten times in his heart, even if he took the "Battle Spirit Pill", he thought to himself that if he ran into the other party, the chance of winning was still too small.

"To fight or not to fight?" - this question was directly placed in front of Wei Zhen.

Xu Zheng was generous, seeing that Wei Zhen was standing still, he didn't make a move, and waited quietly.

On the left side of the high platform of the square, the master of the courtyard, Zhuge Ling, and the head of the military sect, Chi Zhang, stood side by side.

"This Xu Zheng is good, he can be called a once-in-a-century genius in the slave courtyard. Zhuge Zhun touched his bare chin and said with interest.

"The kid over there isn't bad either. Yu Chizhang stretched out his finger and pointed to Du Xiaoqiu, who was pinching a cold sweat for Wei Zhen in a nearby circle.

He seemed to hesitate a little, and then slowly spoke: "Actually, this little guy who is playing against Xu Zheng is not bad. ”

"Oh?" Zhuge Zhun glanced at Yu Chizhang, with a hint of doubt in his eyes, Yu Chizhang usually does not praise a person easily.

"This son seems to have an understanding and understanding of the military formation beyond ordinary people, so I have some impressions. Yu Chizhang's tone paused, with a little regret. "It's a pity that my mind is a little weaker, otherwise I would be a worthy leader. ”

"Hmph! Mental power is not good, it is not a waste after all. Zhuge said coldly.

When Wei Chizhang heard him say this, he fell silent.

Inside the circle, Wei Zhen suddenly arched his hand and said, "Thank you, Brother Xu, we can start." ”

At this moment, in addition to admiring the other party's cultivation, Wei Zhen also had a trace of admiration for Xu Zheng's personality, and the other party did not act forcefully, but gave him enough time to think about it.

Xu Zheng nodded, without saying much, the three-foot long sword in his hand was pulled, and a ring sword flew out like lightning, and quickly covered Wei Zhen.

Wei Zhen didn't mean to dodge at all, his thoughts were very clear. If the first confrontation is controlled by others, the subsequent battles will be held back step by step, and there will be no chance to fight back at all.

He stood back and forth with his legs, his right arm pulled back, and he struck out in an instant, shaking the opponent with the "Spirit Fighting Fist", this punch not only used the cultivation of the middle stage of the spirit master, but also mobilized the spiritual power stored in the bones in his body.

Fighting against a ninth-level spirit master like Xu Zheng, Wei Zhen didn't have the slightest room for reservation, his style of play, which seemed to be risky, was the only way to break the disadvantage.

At this time, there was another person on the high platform in the square who was paying attention to the battle between them, this person was Fan Tian, seeing that Wei Zhen knew that he was invincible, but he adopted the simplest and most direct combat method, he felt a little more relieved in his heart.

The swords and fists met in an instant, and the upper bodies of the two shook a little, and the first confrontation was evenly matched.

Xu Zheng's heart was shocked, the other party was just a sixth-level spirit master's cultivation in his eyes, and he could actually block a sword of his "Nine Serial Sword Skills", and his strength was not bad.

His figure fluttered, the long sword kept moving, the three rings of sword rays flew out again, Wei Zhen's figure retreated, the spirit bow behind his back was held in his hand, and three wisps of "Green Immortal Arrow" were shot out in an instant.

A sword flash flashed, and Wei Zhen's right arm was immediately drawn out of a half-foot gap, and blood flowed. His cultivation was insufficient, and the "Green Arrow of the Underworld" failed to completely break the opponent's sword power.

Wei Zhen didn't seem to know the pain, a spiritual energy projectile shot out from the tip of his left finger, caught up with a few steps, and swung out another "Spirit Fighting Fist" with his right fist.

The fierce battle broke out again, and the figures of the two kept moving and dodging, near or far, and frequently collided with swords or arrows, the scene was extremely thrilling, and immediately attracted the attention of many spectators.

"Who is this black guy? ”

"I can't imagine that there are such people hidden in the slave courtyard, I have never heard of them before. ”

"Tsk, the two of them are amazing!"

All of a sudden, many slave disciples were talking, and the disciples of the Hina Mansion who were about to participate in the trial also moved more attention to this side, Xu Zheng was the ideal candidate in their minds, but it seemed that this unknown black guy could also be considered.

In the battle field, Wei Zhen knew that he had tried his best, but he couldn't take advantage of it, and defeat was only a matter of time. Those who watched the battle on the high platform were all clear-eyed, and they saw the clues earlier.

"The tenacity of this spirit slave is very remarkable. Dongfang Mubai said suddenly, and several people next to him understood who he was referring to.

"If the spirit slaves are all so desperate, this battle of chance, Mu Shi can relax. "It was Sun Jincai who spoke.

Mu Zhihao smiled humbly at the two of them and did not answer.

The battle in the arena had ended at this time, and Wei Zhen and Xu Zheng were still standing in the circle, their eyes facing each other, but their expressions were different.

Wei Zhen had dozens of wounds on his body, and blood was overflowing, as if he had become a living blood person. After fighting so far, his cultivation has been exhausted, and he has no strength to fight again.

"I lost. Wei Zhen happily admitted, and walked out of the circle by himself.

Xu Zheng stood a foot away, his face was stiff, the long sword in his hand was broken by half of the tip of the sword, his right wrist was cracked, blood was dripping, and when he heard Allah Wei's move to admit defeat, a trace of inexplicable surprise welled up in his eyes.

The battle between the two of them has almost become the focus of attention in the entire square, and the outcome of this battle is unexpected, but Wei Zhen's bravery has also left a deep impression on everyone.

It wasn't until a few minutes later that Xu Zheng put away his long sword and walked out of the square with a somewhat uncertain expression.