Everything in the frost mist could not be seen by the outside world, and only the sound of sharp swords colliding could be heard.

Judging from this sound alone, it is enough to know the intensity of the battle.

"Senior Brother Su, you must win!"

The hearts of the disciples of the Xuanhuang Holy Land in the audience are hanging, now that the Su side has challenged the Tianheng Holy Land, they have already offended the Tianheng Holy Land, once the Su side is defeated, then the Tianheng Holy Land will attack the Xuanhuang Holy Land.

If he loses the powerful combat power of the Su side, then even the tenth-ranked disciple of the Tianheng Holy Land will be enough to penetrate the Xuanhuang Holy Land, and the fate of the Xuanhuang Holy Land will definitely not be much better than the Purple Dragon Holy Land at that time.

"How could those fools in the Xuanhuang Holy Land understand how powerful Senior Brother Chu is, just a mere Martial King Realm wants to win Senior Brother Chu, it's just a fool's dream."

"I heard that Senior Brother Chu once injured a Martial God-level powerhouse!"

"What's more, I heard that this is simply the truth, at that time, Senior Brother Chu led the team out on a mission, and I was one of them, that martial god-level powerhouse was a casual cultivator, relying on his own cultivation to be strong, he wanted to compete with us for the treasure, but he was killed and retreated by Senior Brother Chu."

Compared to the worries of everyone in the Xuanhuang Holy Land, the Tianheng Holy Land was full of confidence, and in their eyes, Chu Junxiu would never lose to the Su side.

In the frost mist.

"Su Daoyou, it seems that I lost."

Chu Junxiu said with a wry smile, and in front of him, a sword was against his neck.

The frosty mist gradually dissipated, revealing what was happening in the ring.

"How is this possible, Senior Brother Chu actually lost!"

"Could it be that kid can still beat Senior Brother Chu in the way of the sword? He's a body refining monk, when will a body refining monk also use a sword. ”

All the disciples of the Tianheng Holy Land were dumbfounded, they couldn't believe the scene in front of them, they never thought that Chu Junxiu would actually lose, and it was when both sides were using swords.

"That kid obviously relied on that half-immortal weapon to win."

Some people were unconvinced, thinking that the Soviet side relied on half-immortal weapons to win.

"Are you blind? Our Senior Brother Su is only using an eleventh-order sword, not a half-immortal weapon! ”

The sharp-eyed Xuanhuang Holy Land disciples immediately sneered coldly, all the Xuanhuang Holy Land disciples had seen Su Fang use the Golden Ao Sword several times, and they all knew the half-immortal weapon, but now what Su Fang was holding in his hand was not a half-immortal weapon.

"It really doesn't seem to be."

"No, how did he win?"

Only then did the disciples of the Tianheng Holy Land notice that Su Fang was indeed not using a half-immortal weapon, and their faces turned completely dark, if Su Fang did not use a half-immortal weapon, then they really had no way to continue to find a reason.

"It's a loss."

Chu Junxiu raised his hand and saluted, turned around and walked out of the ring.

"Senior Brother Chu, why did you lose, it must be some kind of conspiracy that guy used!"

"Yes, Senior Brother Chu, tell me what is going on."

When the disciples of Tianheng Holy Land saw Chu Junxiu walking down from the ring, they immediately surrounded them one by one and asked how Chu Junxiu lost.

Chu Junxiu listened to everyone's words, shook his head with a straight face, and said: "Su Fang didn't use any despicable means, it's just that Chu's skills are not as good as others. ”

"I didn't expect even you to lose."

The person in the black robe who was called Senior Brother Murong had a flickering expression and said in a deep voice.

"I'm really ashamed to disappoint Senior Brother Murong Fu."

Chu Junxiu smiled bitterly at the black-robed man, and then walked into the crowd.

"I'll deal with him, but I'll see what he does."

The black-robed man named Murong Fu looked at the ring and his expression became gloomy.

"Why bother Senior Brother Murong to make a move, I'll just go and solve him."

The person who spoke was none other than Fang Qixuan, the second-ranked disciple of the Tianheng Holy Land, even if Chu Junxiu had been defeated, he was still confident, which was the pride that only a disciple of the powerful Holy Land possessed.

"What? Can't understand me? ”

Murong Fu glanced at him lightly.

Just such a glance made Fang Qixuan's heart chill, and he hurriedly said: "Since Senior Brother Murong wants to make a move, then I naturally don't dare to fight." ”

Murong Fu stepped out and stepped into the ring.

"Another one?"

Su Fang glanced at Murong Fu, only to think that this guy was really strange, he was wearing a black robe, as if he was unsightly, and his skin was extremely pale and dry.

"Senior Brother Su, you have to be careful, this guy is the number one disciple of Tianheng Holy Land, named Murong Fu, and it is said that his strength is ridiculous."

Chen Fu hurriedly came to the ring and passed information to the Soviet side.

"This guy is the first disciple of Tianheng Holy Land?"

Su Fang's expression became serious, since the other party was the first disciple of Tianheng Holy Land, he could not be underestimated.

"Tianheng Holy Land Murong Fu, do you dare to fight with me?"

Murong Fu looked at Su Fang and said lightly.

"Why don't you dare, everyone is also a disciple of the Holy Land, you are the first in the Tianheng Holy Land, and I am the first in the Xuanhuang Holy Land, why don't you dare?"

Su Fang sneered, and his words were unceremoniously.

"Okay, arrogant boy, I hope you can continue to be so arrogant later."

As soon as Murong Fu's voice fell, he raised his hand and sprinkled a cloud of dust into the air.

When Su Fang saw this scene, he immediately became alert, although he didn't know what Murong Fu had done, but he must have his intentions.

The dust drifted in all directions, and the entire ring was covered in crimson.

The next moment, Murong Fu's figure suddenly disappeared in the ring.

"Gone? Where did this guy go? ”

Su Fang looked around, but he couldn't find Murong Fu's figure, which made him feel shocked.

"Why are people gone?"

"What's going on?"

The crowd of onlookers was also surprised, and it was the first time they had seen such a scene.

"Su Fang, don't panic, that guy just used a little trick, pay attention to the flow of spiritual power, this little trick must not be difficult for you."

An old voice came from Su Fang's mind, and he was suddenly stunned, this voice was very familiar to him, it was the voice of Mu Lao Zu.

After receiving the ancestor's suggestion, Su Fang calmed down, his eyes appeared a faint blue color, and suddenly a series of spiritual power fluctuations appeared around him, these spiritual powers were strong and weak, and they had different colors and different attributes.

These spiritual powers came from the crowd of onlookers under the ring, and above the ring, there was also a strong spiritual power that was constantly approaching him!

"See, I've seen it all!"

Su Fang's expression flashed, he took out the Golden Ao Sword and slashed it straight ahead.

On Su Fang's side, Murong Fu's figure loomed, revealing a smug smile, but the next moment, Su Fang turned his sword and slashed towards his side!

Murong Fu, who was holding a dagger and was about to stab at Su Fang, changed his face and hurriedly dodged, but he was still a step slow, and a bloody mark was drawn on his chest.