- Boom!

The dust kicked up by the violent air current, everyone couldn't open their eyes, and only vaguely saw a figure that was shocked and flew back when the sword light phantom shattered.

However, Wang Er on the other side had his pupils shrunk, and the moment his attack came into contact with An Chen, he felt that his sword qi seemed to be partially absorbed, although it was very small, but the feeling of missing was real!

Wang Er's eyes showed excitement, he didn't expect that this An Chen had some means, he thought it was a lamb to be slaughtered. Unexpectedly, he suddenly became a tiger like himself.

He licked his lips and said, "Interesting, then I can let go of my hands and feet!" With that, he was shocked, and moved in front of An Chen with a long sword in his hand, and raised his sword upward.

An Chen rolled directly, with one foot, it landed firmly on the tip of Wang Er's long sword, and then one more point, and his whole body jumped into the air. Turning over and stabbing, the Taixuanshi sword stabbed towards Wang Er's shoulder.

Wang Er's face was expressionless, and he directly grabbed An Chen's sword blade with his hand, you must know that he had often done this before.

After all, with his aura of fusing the bloodline of the Desolate Jiao, the strength of the physical body is probably not a few points away from Xuantie!

But in the next second, he was shocked, and the hand holding the Taixuanshi Sword suddenly let go, only to see a stream of blood flowing from between his fingers.

His aura worked for a while, trying to seal the wound, but An Chen's aura was like a maggot attached to the bone, and the wound couldn't stop bleeding and close for a long time.

Wang Er frowned, looked directly at the long sword in An Chen's hand, and the disdain in his eyes became more and more intense, "It seems that there are some benefits to eating soft rice, at least there are indeed a lot of good things." ”

An Chen smiled faintly, he knew that it was useless to talk to people like Wang Er, and if he wanted to change their minds, the only way to change their minds was to defeat them first.

Everything else is in vain!

Wang Er saw that An Chen didn't care, his eyes were cold, and he rushed directly to kill, picking the long sword in his hand, stabbing, plucking, teasing, and making endless moves, which was dazzling.

To everyone's surprise, whenever they felt that An Chen was going to be hit and defeated in the next moment, An Chen was always able to dodge the attack by a fraction of a millimeter at a strange angle.

As long as this time, Wang Er began to face An Chen, after all, although the sword is a foreign object, the grasp of the timing and the choice of angle in the fight can only be obtained after years of accumulation!

He saw that he couldn't attack for a long time, so he opened the distance, and then said: "It's a waste of time for us to consume it any longer, so it's better to win or lose with one move!" ”

An Chen said: "That's exactly what I mean!" ”

Wang Er grinned, and suddenly the long sword in his hand floated in the air, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at An Chen, only to see that there was actually a red dragon swimming on the sword body, causing the space to emit a slight crack!

"Take my trick!" Wang Er roared: "Kill the dragon with a sword!" ”

Suddenly, the fiery red Jiaolong Sword went straight towards An Chen, and a strong piercing sound came from the place it passed, emitting a sharp friction like metal.

I didn't expect this attack of this Wang Er to cut the space a few points!

An Chen's eyes froze, if he couldn't take this trick, then he would lose!

He threw the Taixuanshi sword to the ground and inserted it in the ring, and then the sword qi spiritual power in his whole body ran wildly, and for a while, An Chen's physical strength increased several times!

"Want to resist?" Wang Er sneered, "It's just whimsical!" ”

Jiaolong's sword was like a dragon, as if it opened its bloody mouth and tore towards An Chen! An Chen's eyes were extremely solemn, as if he was facing this fierce beast!

- Boom!

The sword qi collided with the flesh, and suddenly An Chen's body was cut out of countless wounds, and the powerful flesh body made the wounds continue to heal, but new wounds will reappear.

Wang Er let out a wild laugh, "Hahahaha...... See how you resist! ”

Sure enough, An Chen was swept away by the Jiaolong Sword after holding on for a few breaths, his body fell heavily to the ground, a mouthful of blood spit out from his mouth, and the breath in his body also withered.

Wang Er walked up to An Chen, his eyes at this moment revealed a wave of excitement, the winner is still himself after all!

"Hahahaha......" he laughed, raised his hands to welcome his own highlight moment, and then he looked at Luo Cheng under the ring, his eyes were full of provocation!

"Idiot!"

However, in the face of Wang Er's provocation, Luo Cheng gave a faint evaluation.

Although Wang Er didn't hear it, he could guess it according to the shape of his lips.

"What's going on!"

Only then did Wang Er realize the strangeness around him, he had obviously won, but no one cheered for him. Instead, they all looked at themselves with a strange gaze.

That gaze contained a look of shock, but Wang Er could feel that the shock did not belong to his own victory!

He wanted to turn around and ask Fang Zheng why he hadn't read out his victory.

But as soon as he turned around, he was drenched in cold sweat, and he saw that a sharp sword tip in his pupils was facing his eyes, and it only took a moment for it to penetrate his head!

"This ...... How is this possible! ”

Wang Er suddenly felt that the world was spinning, and he was clearly ......

He turned to look at An Chen, but at this time, An Chen had changed his previous decline, although he was still covered with scars, his breath was much more stable.

"You...... How could you! Wang Er couldn't help but collapse to the ground, and his thoughts showed a wry smile for a moment: "I didn't expect your martial arts skills to reach this level, I won't lose unjustly!" ”

As soon as Wang Er's words fell, everyone exploded directly!

"I'll go, An Chen's martial arts are too good, he can actually resist the sword, you must know that the sword can only be cultivated in the Yan God Realm!"

"That's right, it's really a talented person from generation to generation, each leading the way for hundreds of years, this Anchen is not simple."

"That is, his martial art is estimated to be at least a high-level martial art of the Body Refining Realm, and he can actually resist the sword without any spiritual power fluctuations, which simply has some wonderful uses in the Divine Realm. If it's a battle, it's not too powerful to kill people invisibly! ”

And in a corner of the martial arts arena, there was a pair of dark eyes looking at An Chen's background, and the corners of his mouth showed a touch of coldness.

"Huh...... I can't imagine that those guys even gave you the Edgeworth Seeding, but I want to see what the expressions on those guys' faces will be if you die. ”

"In the first game, An Chen wins!" Fang Zheng loudly read out An Chen's victory in a noisy voice.

Wang Er dragged his somewhat depressed body off the stage. But I heard a sentence from behind.

"You're quite strong, I hope we have a chance to fight again, this time I'm cheating!"

Wang Er was stunned, he smiled bitterly, and walked towards the stage without looking back, leaving only a word.

"If you lose, you lose, I'm convinced! But I'll get it back one day! ”

An Chen looked at the back that gradually disappeared into the crowd and smiled faintly.

Subsequently, the second game was a battle between Gong Yue, who was ranked seventh among his disciples, and Lei Long, who was ranked sixth among his disciples.

However, the dramatic thing is that the thunder dragon was also seriously injured in the battle, and for a while he had no strength to fight again.

After deliberation on the rostrum, it was finally decided that Luo Cheng and An Chen would conduct the final round!

Fang Zheng got the approval of the Dao, and read it out loud: "The outer disciple is a big competition, and in the final tiebreaker, Luo Cheng will fight An Chen!" ”

"What, a tiebreaker so soon?" Suddenly people started talking again. For this year's big competition, there are too many topics left.

Whether it is Luo Cheng as a dark horse, An Chen, who is famous, or Yang Shi or Wang Er, who are the most promising to win the championship, they have all become a topic that people talk about in the onlookers.

No one expected that An Chen, whose spiritual power strength was only yellow pearls, and Luo Cheng, who was only ranked ninth, would meet at the peak!

As for who can become the final king between An Chen and Luo Cheng, there are also different opinions.

However, in general, the majority of people support Luo Cheng. After all, this person defeated Yang Shi, who is known as the number one, and this is the highest record in this big competition!

And the main reason is that Luo Cheng failed and his energy was restored, while An Chen, on the other hand, was injured and it was difficult to win!

Some people even opened a handicap in the deciding game, betting on Luo Cheng to win, one to three, and betting on An Chen to win, one to seven.

The vast majority of people buy Luo Chengsheng!

And buying Anchen to win is the kind of small investors who scatter money, don't win much, and don't worry if they lose.

However, there was a woman who spent ten medium-grade spirit stones to buy An Chen to win, which attracted people's sideways attention for a while, only to find out that this person was Li Xi, the princess of the Dawei Dynasty!

Everyone couldn't help but sigh, some things are born without it, then there is really none!

At this time, An Chen and Luo Cheng came to the ring under the gaze of everyone, and after a moment of repair and treatment, An Chen's injuries had recovered.

Luo Cheng looked at An Chen, his face was calm, without the slightest wave.

An Chen felt a hint of danger permeating his heart, "Could it be that I feel wrong." An Chen was secretly frightened, knowing that the other players only brought him great pressure.

But Luo Cheng made him feel a trace of death!

"Your perception is quite sensitive!" Luo Cheng said lightly.

"Really?" An Chen's face froze, and his tone revealed a little coldness, "You want to kill me?" ”

Luo Cheng nodded.

An Chen said: "Who made you do this?" ”

"Hehe......" Luo Cheng smiled and said, "Does this matter?" You're going to be a dead man anyway. ”

After speaking, he smiled jokingly: "But you can directly admit defeat, after all, as long as you admit defeat, you can temporarily save a life." After all, it's better to die than to live, don't you say? ”

"Hahaha......" An Chen laughed.

The corners of Luo Cheng's mouth sank, "What are you laughing at?" Do you think I can't kill you? ”

An Chen shook his head and said, "Don't get me wrong, I just think your radicalization method is too bad." ”

"Oh?" Luo Cheng raised his eyebrows, "Then in this way, what if you want to admit defeat?" ”

The corners of An Chen's mouth hooked, "Hehe...... But it's going to admit defeat, but ......"

- Bang!!

Before An Chen finished speaking, his figure suddenly was like lightning, holding the Taixuanshi Sword and rushing towards Luo Cheng! The coldness in his eyes was like 10,000 years of ice.

"But I'm going to kill you!"