"Brother Meng Hu's such a powerful move!" Zhan Wuji couldn't help but sigh, even he didn't have the confidence to block this sword.

Yang Mo sighed: "I can't imagine that Meng Hu's methods have reached this point!" ”

In the audience, Yang Sanfan showed a smile on his face, and seemed to be very proud of Meng Hu's sword just now.

He Ming suddenly realized that he was too stupid to make a good shot before, he never expected that Meng Hu would use such a domineering sword.

Seeing this, He Ming didn't dare to be careless, and the cloud-piercing sword in his hand shone brightly.

"Break the clouds!"

He Ming roared, without the slightest preparation, a sword was swung out, as if it had been premeditated, He Ming's figure flashed, and he wanted to avoid this blow, the thorn cloud sword in his hand shook violently, and the sword burst out, setting off a thunderbolt in the air.

In an instant, the tip of the Cloud Piercing Sword fell lightly on the sword light and sword qi, seemingly careless, but in fact, it had been prepared, and the sword light as thin as a cicada's wings met the iron sword.

"Boom ......"

The light of the two weapons collided together, and an earth-shattering roar erupted, and the blinding light made it impossible to look directly, as if the sun was rising.

At the same time, Meng Hu was also hit by a powerful force, and Meng Hu's burly body rolled in the air like a kite with a broken string.

This power has penetrated into Meng Hu's body, which is not something that ordinary Extreme Realm powerhouses can resist, not to mention the power of the two artifacts that burst out at the same time, even if it is a Yuan Extreme Realm powerhouse, it is difficult to resist. Meng Hu had completely fainted, allowing that energy to wreak havoc in his body.

Outside the ring, Yang Mo's figure flashed, and he directly grabbed Meng Hu, who had passed out, in his hand, and then with a wave of his left hand, a powerful force burst out from his palm, directly hitting the divine weapon phantom around Meng Hu, and Yang Mo's figure was also shocked back several meters, out of the attack range of this blow.

"Hehe, it's worthy of the first day of the Sword Qi Pavilion, even if it's us, we can't do this!"

"Yes, the Sword Qi Pavilion is already good at swordsmanship, but I didn't expect their body skills to be so powerful!"

"You are right, Yang Mo has never performed such a move before, and now it seems that he has been hiding it, but in my opinion, although his hair is beautiful, compared to the little girl just now, it is far behind!"

Everyone's experience is different, and their views are different, but everyone is full of praise for Yang Mo's style.

With this courage and skill, Yang Mo has been praised by everyone present, Yang Mo stood in place, put the fainted Meng Hu on the ground, felt it carefully, frowned slightly, and found that the meridians in his body had been damaged, although it would not cause any harm to his cultivation, but it would take at least a few months of cultivation to fully recover, which made him feel at ease.

Just as they were discussing, they suddenly thought of the hillbilly who fought with Meng Hu, even Meng Hu was so seriously injured, and the young man must have been injured a lot, so he couldn't help but walk towards the ring.

And at this moment, the brilliance of the two weapons colliding together had not yet dissipated, and I saw a young man standing in the brilliance, as steady as Mount Tai.

He Ming stood in the center, the Cloud Piercing Sword in his hand had been put back behind him, and only a small piece of the hilt was exposed. In front of him, a long sword lay there quietly, it was Meng Hu's sword, at this moment, he no longer had the dazzling light before, and returned to a weapon that looked ordinary.

At this moment, the people of the Sword Qi Pavilion poured gasoline on the ground and drew the long sword back.

He Ming still looked like a light and breeze, even his breath was as calm as ever, and he didn't see the fatigue of experiencing a vicious battle, he just quietly looked at the middle-aged man on the stage, waiting for him to say the final answer.

The middle-aged man, like everyone else, was also shocked, today's competition is really unprecedented and unprecedented, especially these hillbillies, all of them are amazing talents, strong martial arts, strong martial arts, do you want to replace them with a new one?

"Ahem...... "Ahem......"

Just when the middle-aged man was sitting on the high platform thinking nonsense, he suddenly heard a cough, and turned his head to see that it was the eldest prince.

Only then did the middle-aged man react, with a hint of embarrassment on his face, he hurriedly stepped forward and said loudly: "This time, I am He Ming of the Iron Cloak Sect!" ”

After that, He Ming went straight to Wan Hong's side, closed his eyes and recuperated, although he did not suffer any damage in this battle, but when fighting against the artifact, he also consumed a lot of strength.

Wan Hong nodded to He Ming, then turned to look at Yang Mosen in the distance and smiled, with a little disdain in his eyes.

Yang Sanfan's face was ugly, two apprentices in a row had been injured so badly, he had never seen it, and now Yang Mo was the only one left, which made Yang Sanfan couldn't help frowning. When Wan Ling Sect was promoted to the New Martial Star before, only five people could advance, and this time, although the form has changed, it will definitely not be only Wan Ling Sect two people who win, and there will also be his own son Wan Hong, as soon as he thought of this, Wan Ling Tian couldn't help but feel a little hatred for these three hillbillies, it was because of their existence that Wan Ling Zong's reputation plummeted.

Yang Sanfan looked at the angry expression on Wan Lingtian's face, the previous dissatisfaction suddenly disappeared without a trace, he only felt extremely happy now, the two had been fighting for so many years, because the strength of the Sword Qi Pavilion was not as good as that of Wan Lingzong, so he would be bullied by them, and now, Wan Lingtian finally experienced the feeling of failure, Yang Sanfan was inexplicably a little excited, as if the more uncomfortable Wan Lingtian was, the better his mood would be.

After six rounds, six people have already won, and the remaining six people will have a final round of battle with Zhan Wuji, and the winner will form a seven-person team as a member of Bai'an Kingdom and go to the New Martial Star.

However, among the six people, the two people of the Sword Qi Pavilion and the Meng Clan had already fainted, and Hong Xing of the Wan Ling Sect was seriously injured in the left shoulder by Xue Qingyu again, and all three of them lost their combat effectiveness, so there were only three people who fought against the Wan Ling Sect, and these three people were all from the Wan Ling Sect, and the three of them were fighting against Zhan Wuji, so the people watching the battle did not have too much expectations for the people of the Wan Ling Sect.

Wan Hong stood aside, looking at Zhan Wuji with resentful eyes, this battle, even if he couldn't kill him, he would have to pay some price.

Thinking of this, Wan Hongji made up his mind, couldn't help grinning, beckoned to the three disciples, and whispered a few words in their ears.

"Three, this time, I don't ask you to kill Zhan Wuji, but I also want him to suffer some minor injuries!" Wan Hong said in a deep voice.

Three of you, look at me, I'll look at you, with the cultivation that Zhan Wuji just showed, let alone the three of them, even if they are three, they can't be his opponents.