Chen Junsheng's body had already been violently shocked, and his soul was in a trance, although he forcibly calmed down, but in the face of the galloping attack of the Mongolian side, his reaction was a little slower, and he couldn't deal with it, so he had to wrap his sword around his chest, and he reached the power of that blow dangerously.

With a "bell", the Qingyuan sword struck on Chen Junsheng's long sword, and the giant force once again hit it and took a few steps back.

Now that the Mongolian side has moved its true character, it is unwilling to entangle with it anymore. A sword attacked, and before Chen Junsheng could react, he slapped his left hand.

"Bang" sounded, hitting Chen Junsheng's left chest.

"Boom, boom, bang!"

Chen Junsheng was unsteady on his feet for a while, and after taking two steps back, he fell to the ground with a "bang", his face turned red, and his eyes showed loss.

"You've lost!" a cold sword pressed against his neck, and a cold voice came.

"Chen admits defeat!" Chen Junsheng said with difficulty, then staggered to his feet and walked towards the bottom of the ring.

Meng Fang's face was again covered with that faint smile, as if he had not tried his best in the battle just now, showing the noble demeanor of the great disciple of the inner sect of Yuquan Peak.

"It's a pity, Senior Brother Chen's realm is unstable, and the operation of Zhenyuan is still a little green, otherwise he wouldn't have been defeated so quickly. Xu Feiyang listened to the cheers of the crowd around him and said softly.

Yang Qingyun is obviously quite disgusted by the cheers and shouts of the disciples in the audience, but the ring is like this, and the audience at the bottom cares more about the wonderful competition and the winner, where will they feel the mentality of the loser.

"What Senior Brother Xu said is that Senior Brother Chen is already the latest advancement, and if he had practiced on the calendar, he would not have lost so embarrassed. Hmph, if Yang meets this person in the ring, he will definitely let him run away with his head!" Yang Qingyun said hatefully.

Xu Feiyang also knew the relationship between Yang Qingyun and Chen Junsheng, coupled with the family interests of the Yang family and the Wu family, the disciples of Yuquan Peak and Huayang Peak were not harmonious, which was also the reason why the Meng Fang deliberately humiliated Chen Junsheng in the ring.

Now that Chen Junsheng has been defeated and humiliated, in Yang Qingyun's opinion, this is not only humiliating Chen Junsheng, but also insulting Huayangfeng and the Yang family!

Xu Feiyang just smiled lightly and did not answer. For some disputes over the interests of various families, it is better not to take the initiative to participate, so as not to set up too much trouble for yourself.

"In the first game of the third platform, Yuquan Peak Meng Fang won!In the next game, Lin Yundong of Nanling Peak will face Zhan Hong of Lingji Peak!" At this time, the deacon announced the results of the competition, and also announced the second competition at the same time.

"Senior Brother Zhan Hong is a famous ninth-level cultivator in the Mortal Refining Realm, and he is also one of the best existences among the disciples of the Inner Sect of Lingji Peak, and I don't know how strong he compares to Lin Yundong. Xu Feiyang muttered.

"Zhan Hong's friend Yang has gone out to practice, this person's skills are peculiar, his magical powers are not small, and he is on par with Yang, so he should have a fight. Yang Qingyun's face softened slightly, and then he answered truthfully.

At this time, the two also got into the ring.

Lin Yundong was still dressed in blue clothes, with brown hairpins tied up on the top of his head, a faint smile on his resolute long face, light steps, and a graceful appearance.

Zhan Hong looked middle-aged, in a gray-black cloth shirt, with a dark yellow face, a gray-white turban on his head and his hair coiled on the top, wearing a tall and mighty dress.

"Lin Daoyou, please. Zhan Hong's voice was low and loud, and he said with a full sense of energy.

Since Zhan Daoyou said so, then Lin Mou was not welcome. ”

Lin Yundong spoke lightly, and before the "politeness" could be exported, the person had already left the place and rushed towards Zhan Hong. The distance of more than 100 meters is for a cultivator at the peak of Lianfan, that is, it can be reached in one or two breaths.

Sure enough, Lin Yundong only took a breath and arrived in front of Zhan Hong, and a white flower fan in his right hand suddenly left his hand and stabbed towards Zhan Hong's chest.

As a veteran cultivator of the Mortal Realm, Zhan Hong has experienced countless battles large and small, although he has not participated in the demon hunting in the Northern Styx Mountain, he has been trained in the mountain range all year round, and his combat experience is different from ordinary people.

At the moment when Lin Yundong just started, he had already taken out a big knife in his hand. This knife is 1.5 meters long, the back of the knife is inlaid with five iron rings, the body of the knife is arc-shaped, and there are small runes carved on it, which is obviously not an ordinary big knife.

"Bell!"

Zhan Hong just raised the big knife slightly, and blocked the white iron fan that shot in, and then the big knife suddenly swirled in front of him, sending out a gust of sword wind to sweep Lin Yundong who came immediately.

Lin Yundong held the iron fan between his fingers, his toes were lightly touched, and the left side of his body moved slightly, avoiding the knife wind lightly. The moves in his hand kept stopping, the iron fan opened the screen like a peacock, he turned around gorgeously, and several white blades suddenly shot out from the iron fan, the speed was so fast that it was staggering.

Seeing the white blade flying, Zhan Hong did not panic, holding the knife in his right hand, and the two fingers of his left hand slashed the blade little by little, and shouted in his mouth: "Five-ring sword and shield." ”

I saw that the blade of the knife was bright, and in the middle of Zhan Hong's forward slash, a cyan arc-shaped knife light cover suddenly formed. The knife mask is obviously not a single protective shield, but a combination of offense and defense.

The blue light blade shroud pushed forward, bounced off the white blades that shot in, and struck towards Lin Yundong at an unabated speed.

Lin Yundong's iron fan was thrown upward, and the scattered flying blades shot back as if they were being pulled. He jumped up slightly, avoiding the sword light shield coming from below, and was about to make a move, when he suddenly found that the sword light shield that was supposed to float backwards was turning around and attacking upwards.

"yes? Lin Yundong's eyes flashed, and a smile appeared on his face.

"The wild goose spreads its wings!"

Lin Yundong's fingers spread out the iron fan, and his right hand was infused with the true yuan. The iron fan suddenly soared, and with a slap of his left hand, the entire iron fan spun for a while, rushing towards the sword and shield with a hurricane of spiritual power.

"Bang!"

The huge iron fan collided with the sword and shield, making a violent vibration sound, and even the ring shook a little under the blessing of the formation.

The blue light of the sword and shield flickered, and suddenly split, forming several sword light phantoms, which circled around the giant fan, and actually stabbed Lin Yundong behind him.

Lin Yundong was slightly stunned, obviously he didn't expect this sword and shield friend to make such a sneak attack, but he was a little surprised. However, he didn't panic, just pinched his fingers, swiped in the air, formed a yin and yang pattern, and then put his hands together and violently pushed forward.

A huge yin-yang shield stood in front of the sword shadow, compatible with the sword light phantom, and easily dissolved it.

He obviously didn't want to be so passive anymore, his body folded in the air, swooping down like an eagle, and grabbed the iron fan in his hand casually, but he wanted to have a hand-to-hand fight with Zhan Hong.

Lin Yundong, who was attacked and killed by Zhan Hong, had an indifferent face, his right hand held the handle, and the tip of the knife was against the stone slab of the ring, rushing forward like a tiger and a leopard, and the blade dragging the stone slab emitted a spark of "zizi".

"Five rings interlocking, horizontal knife, slash!"

In the rush, the long knife crossed his chest and slashed forward. I saw that the five rings on the back were connected in an instant, and the strength of the blade suddenly increased by a few points, and the light of the blade flickered, slashing at Lin Yundong who was swooping in.

Lin Yundong's finger folding fan suddenly lengthened, but it turned into a small knife with a slender blade, accompanied by a cold aura, and gently blocked forward.

The slender small sword and the big sword met, making a clear sound of "bell, bell", sparks flew everywhere, and an awe-inspiring air flow swept around.

The speed of the two was extremely fast, and within ten breaths, they each made a few moves, and they did not win or lose.

"These two are good. Especially the disciple in Tsing Yi, his strength is not weak!" Kun Yang turned to Mu Qiang with a smile on the stage and said.

"The envoy has extraordinary knowledge, this person is the top ten candidates for the inner disciples, and his combat power is flaunted as a disciple of the Mortal Realm, and his strength is indeed eye-catching. Mu Qiang gently stroked the gray beard and replied with a smile.

"The other disciple seems to be wooden, but his mind is delicate, and every time he makes a move, there are accidents, but he is not meaty, but it is a pity that he is a little older, and I am afraid that the avenue is difficult. Kunyang sighed.

"The envoy has a unique vision, this person is an inner disciple who has been famous for a long time in Lingji Peak, and he also has some superficial exercises, although he is diligent and hardworking, and his Dao heart is tenacious, but it is a pity that there are only four grades of cultivation roots, and he can cultivate to the spiritual realm at most!" Mu Qiang also said with some regret.

When Kun Yang heard this, he just nodded slightly, did not comment, and turned his head to look at the two people fighting fiercely on the stage.