Zhao Fu stopped, the thunder and fire wings were retracted, and the roar stopped, he dragged the iron sword and walked towards Yun Muchuan step by step.

Yun Muchuan grinned in pain, cold sweat broke out, and when he saw Zhao Fu walking straight towards him, although his body was full of injuries, he released a terrible aura, which couldn't help but make his heart sink.

"Zhao Fu!"

originally wanted to be in the limelight in front of everyone, but he didn't expect the end to be like this, Zhao Fu is like a stone, no matter the wind and rain, he still stands upright.

Is this still human?

Call!

A fireball flew out.

Sou!

A blade of wind struck.

Yun Muchuan kept using immortal techniques, trying to force Zhao Fu back, and his firm steps seemed to be stepping on his heart step by step, making his heart tremble.

Zhao Fu's eyes were indifferent, he didn't say a word, but his body was full of terrifying oppressive force, and although the wounds on his body were terrifying, they were no longer bleeding.

The powerful recovery force made his body recover rapidly, and the open flesh and skin slowly closed.

He lifted the iron sword, and with a wave of his hand, the fireball flew away, and with a backhand, the wind blade was also blocked by him.

In the end, he walked in front of Yun Muchuan, held the dark iron sword with both hands, and said in a voice that only he and Yun Muchuan could hear, "Keep me away from Yin Xiaocai!"

With that, the dark iron sword smashed down fiercely!

"Wait, I admit ......."

Before he could say anything, the iron sword slammed into his face, causing his handsome face to distort and his teeth to fly.

This smash did not have the demeanor of an immortal cultivator, it was like a mortal fight on the street, but this sword seemed to be slapped on the hearts of everyone in Fengqingmen.

Ji Jiancheng's face was even more gloomy, and one of the two trump cards he had prepared actually fell into Zhao Fu's hands in such a somewhat ridiculous way.

Seemingly shocked by the scene of Zhao Fu lifting the sword and slapping people, the disciples of the Qianyuan Sect were silent for a long time before cheering.

The defeat of two people in a row made the disciples of the Qianyuan Sect recognize Zhao Fu's strength clearly, although Zhao Fu looked a little miserable at this moment, but it did not prevent them from cheering.

Fengqingmen shouted at the beginning of the earth-shattering sound, but after Yun Muchuan also failed, everyone was shrouded in a gloomy cloud.

Zhao Fu took a few steps back, returned to the center of the square, and then looked at Ji Jiancheng, and said in a deep voice, "Next."

This kind of counterattack made the hearts of the disciples of the Qianyuan Sect even more agitated.

Yan Xiao, as another hole card in Ji Jiancheng's hand, naturally couldn't sit idly by when he heard such a provocation, and his burly body made him look very oppressive.

At this moment, he was about to rush forward, but was stopped by Ji Jiancheng.

"This guy is already at the end of the crossbow, and he doesn't need you to play!"

Under his instructions, another disciple from the late stage of the Yunshen Realm quickly came to the field and arched his hand at Zhao Fu.

"Got it!"

Because he knew how powerful Zhao Fu was, this disciple showed his strongest immortal technique as soon as he came up, and a flying sword magic weapon flew out of his body, and with a slight shock, thousands of sword qi were conjured.

Then, all the sword qi surged towards Zhao Fu like a torrent, and the sharp sound of breaking the air was connected, and the fierce aura was agitated.

Zhao Fu narrowed his eyes slightly, and a ball of thunder gathered in his palm, and then the thunder rushed into the sky, and he heard a click, as if the sky was torn.

A thunderbolt fell from the sky and struck the Fengqingmen monk with precision, and the furious power of the thunder directly split the ground under his feet.

When the thunder came, all the sword qi that came from it seemed to be stagnant.

Zhao Fu's body moved again, and the wings of thunder and fire spread, making his speed extremely fast, like a ray of light, flashing all the sword qi and rushing in front of the monk.

It was still a thick black iron sword, and it was still an ordinary sweep, and after this Fengqingmen monk was hit, he suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body seemed to be big

Bent like a shrimp and flew upside down.

All the sword qi disappeared in an instant, and the flying sword also fell to the ground with a clang.

The victory or defeat of this battle came too quickly, so that all the disciples had not yet reacted, Zhao Fu had already returned to the same place, still looking firmly in the direction where Fengqingmen was located.

"Come again!"

In just two words, the disciples of the Qianyuan Sect were excited, and even those elders had a look of surprise in their eyes.

After fighting three people in a row, Zhao Fu not only did not flinch at all, but became more and more courageous.

Chang Daogang couldn't help nodding slightly, obviously very satisfied with Zhao Fu's performance, he saw the expressions of the people on the other side of Fengqingmen, and he was secretly happy in his heart.

But as the head of a sect, he always had to do something to ease the contradiction between the two sects: "Elder Ji, if not, we won't compare, how about we divide the ten places equally between the two families?"

This is to find a step under the Fengqingmen, but Ji Jiancheng doesn't appreciate it at all: "Master Chang, I think it's better to continue the competition, if our people in the Fengqingmen really lose, there is no place, and we won't have the slightest complaint."

Chang Daogang sighed silently, and then looked at Zhao Fu: "Zhao Fu, if you can't bless it, just admit defeat, you have already performed very well."

Zhao Fu saluted Chang Daogang, and then said lightly, "Thank you to the master, the disciple can still persevere."

The competition continued, and Fengqingmen continued to send monks, but Yan Xiao still did not play.

"Elder, why don't you let me go?" Yan Xiao's face was angry, and his eyes looked at Zhao Fu from time to time, wanting to stomp on that expressionless face.

Ji Jiancheng only smiled slightly, and said, "Don't worry, no matter how powerful he is, he is only a monk in the middle stage of the Yunshen Realm, I don't believe he can last long!"

Obviously, Feng Qingmen wanted to completely consume Zhao Fu to death, after all, how much spiritual power could a monk in the middle of the Yunshen Realm have?

But what they didn't know was that Zhao Fu had a golden pill in his body, and when he was cultivating, he would store the absorbed spiritual power in the golden pill.

Even if all the monks of Fengqingmen played today, he would not be defeated because his spiritual power was exhausted.

On the other side, beside Great Elder Wei Kaishan, Lu Ruofeng asked suspiciously, "Master, why don't you let me play?"

"It's too early, it's not too late to play until the end." Wei Kaishan said lightly, "What if you win Fengqingmen? But we're going to have to deal with monks from other sects."

"But they wantonly humiliated the Qianyuan Sect, so the disciples couldn't bear it!" Lu Ruofeng said very temperamentally, showing the enthusiasm of young people.

Wei Kaishan just glanced at him coldly, and this glance made his disciple fall into an ice cellar, and hurriedly retreated to the side, not daring to say anything more.