"Sword Immortal, fight with me."

A cold voice sounded, not loud, but it quieted the tens of thousands of onlookers.

Suddenly, the whole square could be heard of needle dropping.

There was no contempt, no hostility, no goodwill in this voice, only coldness, the coldness that came from the depths of the soul.

Qin Han slowly pulled out the fist and made a fighting posture.

This is a real enemy that needs to be treated with caution.

As the Holy Maiden of the Northern Sword Gate, Xiao Ziyue's strength is absolutely terrifying, at least she can be equal to the Holy Son.

Although it has always been rumored in the sect that the Holy Maiden Xiao Ziyue was pressed by the Holy Son, Qin Han felt that it was impossible.

It's a gut feeling!

This woman who looks at the four softly, has the power to destroy the world in her body.

"Pick it up." On the battle platform, the Holy Maiden Xiao Ziyue saw Qin Han make a defensive posture, and after coldly spitting out three words, her figure disappeared in place in an instant.

Qin Han's pupils shrank, and he took a step back in an instant.

Bang!

A palm slammed into the place where he had stood before, and the originally impregnable bronze battle platform was smashed into a large crater.

missed the blow, and Xiao Ziyue's figure disappeared again.

Qin Han felt something in his heart, and instantly threw a punch towards the top of his head.

Bang!

A purple fist power fell from the sky, just right on his golden fist power, and the two fist forces collided violently together, setting off a wave of purple-gold fist power, full of destructive qi.

In the audience, everyone was shocked.

"The Sword Immortal was able to draw with the Holy Maiden!"

"As far as this punch is concerned, the Sword Immortal is not defeated!"

Many people who supported the Sword Immortal were extremely excited with burning eyes.

The Sword Immortal finally rushed to nine hundred and ninety-eight consecutive victories, just the last two games! As long as he wins these two games, the prestige of the Sword Immortal can be completely launched.

But these two games are also what they are most worried about.

Neither the Son nor the Holy Daughter are compatible with each other.

Being able to stand out from countless disciples and sit on the throne of the Holy Son and Holy Maiden speaks to their strength and heritage.

Therefore, everyone was worried, hoping that the Sword Immortal would not be defeated, and that the Sword Immortal would win...... Or hold on a little longer.

On the battle platform, the two who collided with each other quickly separated.

The Holy Maiden Xiao Ziyue's feet were three inches off the ground, and there was absolute calmness in her eyes, "Sword Immortal, it's hard to defeat me with this little thing alone, come up with your true strength." ”

Qin Han nodded, and then under the watchful eyes of tens of thousands of people, his body began to roar, and the immeasurable golden mist began to spread out around the surface of his body, and a full twenty zhang high spirit wolf smoke rose from behind him!

He slowly levitated, and the mysterious scriptures from the Bright Moon Sutra flashed around him.

At this moment, he stood on the battle platform like a golden god of war, wanting to push everything sideways and suppress all enemies!

When Qin Han showed his peak strength, the tens of thousands of onlookers exclaimed:

"Spirits! Twenty zhang! Oh my God, who's going to slap me in the face? Am I right? How can it be! How could anyone in this world be able to cultivate such a strong physique in the Forging Body Realm! ”

"Before, I thought that Chen Jianqing's meteorology was extraordinary, but now it seems that the physical body meteorology that the Sword Immortal manifested in the Forging Body Realm can simply throw Chen Jianqing dozens of streets!"

In the sky, the originally breezy Saint Son Sword Three Thousand also frowned slightly at this moment, and from the body of the golden figure below, he felt a sense of threat.

Not only the Holy Son Sword was three thousand, but even the Nine Inner Gate Elders, who were pressed across the sky like nine ancient statues, also began to communicate closely. However, this kind of exchange is tacitly divided into three camps.

On the battle platform below, the Sword Immortal and the Holy Maiden began to attack each other.

After Qin Han completely showed his physique, the saintess Xiao Ziyue was no longer clumsy, and the purple light that surrounded her body was brilliant to the extreme, and she started a melee battle with Qin Han when she was close!

The seemingly weak palm, the power rushed to the threshold of 200,000 jin when each palm came.

What gave Qin Han the most headache was not Xiao Ziyue's physical strength, but the strange and changeable way of attacking.

There is a powerful and domineering frontal impact, and there is a virtual reality that seems to be light but actually implies murder.

When dealing with it, he clearly felt that he was a little flustered, and he was always led by the opponent's offensive moves, which was the gap caused by the lack of combat experience.

A quarter of an hour had passed, and the two had already attacked each other in a thousand moves.

"Sword Immortal, it seems that he is gradually falling behind......"

The many monks who were watching couldn't help but feel nervous.

At this moment, except for the people of the Holy Son's lineage, whether they support the Sword Immortal or those who do not, they are all worried about the Sword Immortal.

In everyone's hearts, they all hoped that a miracle would happen, and that the Sword Immortal would go on.

People want to see the weak triumph over the strong, it's human nature, it's not good or bad.

On the platform, the Holy Maiden Xiao Ziyue displayed all kinds of spells and spells, showing a thousand strange attacks, Qin Han felt for the first time that his eyes had been opened, and his own shortcomings had been made up.

For fighting, he has more awareness.

But just as Qin Han was about to fight back with all his might, Xiao Ziyue, the saintess who was constantly evolving various techniques and spells, suddenly disappeared, and when she reappeared, she was already outside the ring.

Qin Han was stunned.

Many of the monks were even more confused.

Holy Maiden Xiao Ziyue: What is this going to do? Is it possible to admit defeat so much?

Sure enough, under the gaze of countless eyes, the Holy Maiden Xiao Ziyue slowly spoke, "Let's compete again next time, this time I will make way for you." ”

With that, the cold figure of the holy woman returned to the sky and said no more.

Rumble!

As soon as the words of the saint came out, everyone was boiling.

Time

"The Holy Maiden doesn't want to block the decisive battle between the Sword Immortal and the Holy Son, or rather, the Holy Maiden doesn't want the Sword Immortal to expose her hole cards in advance!" Someone is enlightened.

There are also people who point out the mystery:

"The Holy Maiden felt that the Sword Immortal had the qualifications to fight with the Holy Son, so she withdrew early and no longer participated in this competition that had no meaning for her. And have you noticed that the Holy Maiden had evolved many powerful techniques and methods in the battle of the Sword Immortal before, and this was teaching the Sword Immortal the law! ”

As soon as this person's words came out, the doubts and confusion in everyone's hearts were instantly dispelled.

Everyone suddenly wondered, no wonder the Holy Maiden with extraordinary strength would collide with the Sword Immortal for so long.

But this doubt continued, and another doubt surfaced, and someone looked excited, "Could it be that the holy woman wants to stand on the side of the sword fairy?" ”

Some of the elder monks shook their heads, "Impossible!" The saint is cold, at most, after seeing the qualifications of the sword immortal, she is moved to cherish her talents, and all the help to the sword immortal should be limited to this! ”

The crowd nodded, then looked at the battle platform.

Above the battle platform, the golden-robed steward of the boxing gym announced loudly: "Nine hundred and ninety-ninth game, Sword Immortal wins!" Now, the last challenger is on stage! ”

As the voice of the golden-robed steward fell, everyone present looked up at the domineering figure in the sky.

The Holy Son Sword Sanqian, who was sitting in the sky, slowly got up, his eyes shining with a cold light.

Under the watchful eye, the final Armageddon has finally arrived!