The soft sword was in his hand, the sword body was flickering, the two met, and Chen Xing's sword slashed at Xie Yifeng's arm!

At this moment, Xie Yifeng stretched out his big hand and grabbed the soft sword with his bare hands!

"Bell!"

The next moment, the big hand held the sword body, Xie Yifeng's head was full of green silk, and his five fingers were pinched, only to hear a crisp sound, and the soft sword was torn apart!

"What!"

In front of him, seeing that the soft sword in his hand was destroyed, Chen Xingzhi's eyes widened and he exclaimed.

At the same time, letting go of his big hand, Xie Yifeng slapped a palm with his backhand, as fast as lightning!

"Click!"

With a crisp sound of bones, Chen Xingzhi's eyes were cracked, and his face showed pain!

His own arm was smashed by the other party!

"Let's go down!"

With a palm smashing his arm, Xie Yifeng smiled slightly, tapped his feet, rose into the air, and kicked him in the chest!

"Flutter!"

Immediately, his face turned pale, and a mouthful of blood arrows spewed out, and Chen Xingzhi's figure flew out upside down and fell into the ring!

"You, my arm..."

He got up from the ground with a hideous expression, covering his arm with his left hand, Chen Xingzhi's eyes stared at Xie Yifeng with hatred, and his forehead was full of cold sweat.

"Presumptuous!"

In the distance, seeing that the apprentice's arm was abolished, Nangong Huang stood up angrily and scolded in a deep voice.

In the ring, holding his chest with both hands, looking at Nangong Huang from afar, the corners of Xie Yifeng's mouth were lightly raised, and his eyes were full of provocation.

"Lord Nangong, stop your anger..."

Hearing the reprimand, looking at Nangong Huang, Song Yanming said in a loud voice.

"Senior Song! When I was competing, I had already declared, so far, now my apprentice's arm has been abolished, what is this?"

With anger in his eyes, Nangong Huang asked in a deep voice.

Hearing this, Song Yanming stroked his long white beard, frowned slightly, and remained silent.

"Lord Nangong, since it is a martial arts competition, then the sword has no eyes, and it is inevitable that there will be damage... You don't have to mind, just sit down..."

Beside him, leaning on the second main chair, blinding Nangong Huang, Yongsheng Hou stretched his waist and chanted.

"Master Hou, but..."

Hearing this, seeing that the Marquis of Yongsheng was so outspoken, there was a burst of anger in his heart, and Nangong Huang was ready to speak again.

"Why, what Ben Hou said still doesn't understand?"

Seeing this, his brows were deeply locked, and Yongsheng Hou looked at Nangong Huang with sharp eyes.

"Yes, Xia Guan understands..."

Looking at each other, his fists clenched secretly, Nangong Huang gritted his teeth, and he could only forbear.

Then, with a gloomy face, Nangong Huang sat down slowly.

On the left and right sides of his side, seeing Nangong Huang so afraid of Yongsheng Hou and being suppressed by him, everyone in the six major factions smiled, and their hearts were relieved!

"Alas... Lord Nangong, if you miss for a while, I still hope that you Haihan..."

In the ring, seeing Nangong Huang deflated, Xie Yifeng said proudly.

The meaning of his words is full of provocation.

"Humph!"

Glaring at Xie Yifeng, Nangong Huang's eyes flashed sharply, and he snorted coldly.

"Hahaha, everyone, who else wants to go into the ring and have a try?"

Seeing this, he no longer paid attention to Nangong Huang, his eyes swept over the people around, and Xie Yifeng said heroically.

Hearing this, all the righteous people around looked at each other, but none of them stepped into the ring.

"Xie Yifeng, I'll teach you a few tricks..."

Holding the Pure Yang Sword, seeing that Xie Yifeng was so high-spirited, his eyes were full of disdain, Yang Hao stepped into the ring.

"Hmph, I really didn't expect that you, a waste, would have a bright future, which really surprised me..."

Looking at each other from afar, Yang Hao said expressionlessly.

"Hehe... I swore that I would trample the double dragons under my feet, and Jiang Changbai had already been defeated by me, and now it's your turn..."

Holding his hands on his chest, Xie Yifeng replied with a serious expression.

"Hahaha! You want to defeat me? Xie Yifeng, in your life... Can't do it!"

Hearing this, as if he had heard a big joke, the pure yang sword in his hand was unsheathed, and Yang Hao sneered again and again.

Now that he has broken through the realm of the top master, he is holding the Divine Soldier Pure Yang Sword, and the domineering boxing technique taught by his father is also a small success!

He Xie Yifeng... What to fight with yourself?

"Okay, we'll see..."

On the other side, seeing that he was so arrogant, he shrugged his shoulders, and Xie Yifeng smiled slightly.

"Cen!"

Then, with a flash of light in his eyes, Yang Hao held the Pure Yang Sword, and with a tap of his feet, he took the lead in rushing towards Xie Yifeng!

In the blink of an eye, he rushed to his side, under the sun, the silver light of the sword body was dazzling, and the pure yang sword in Yang Hao's hand stabbed directly into Xie Yifeng's chest!

Seeing this, he clasped his hands on his chest, and as soon as Xie Yifeng stepped on the ground, his figure rose into the air! Jumped over Yang Hao's head, fell from the sky, and dodged this sword!

"It's a pity, the treasure of the Huashan Town faction fell into your hands..."

Blinded Yang Hao, Xie Yifeng smacked his lips and chuckled.

The implication of the words is that Yang Hao is not worthy of having a pure yang sword.

"Fart!"

Hearing this, his heart was furious, Yang Hao turned around and waved the Pure Yang Sword in his hand!

Immediately, the sword flower was pulled, and a sword stabbed out, like three swords, and three sword shadows shrouded Xie Yifeng's whole body!

This sword is Huashan swordsmanship, plum blossom three folds!

A sword moves like thunder, conjuring up three sword shadows, dazzling the enemy!

"Hehe... Good swordsmanship, see how I can break three swords with one palm!"

Facing the attack of three sword shadows, Xie Yifeng smiled and rolled out a palm!

In an instant, the shot was as fast as lightning, and one palm quickly changed direction, shooting three sword shadows!

"Bell!"

The next moment, the palm of his hand smashed the two sword shadows, and after colliding with the real Pure Yang Sword, Xie Yifeng frowned deeply, and hurriedly took a few steps back.

On the other side, retracting the Pure Yang Sword, Yang Hao also retreated again and again.

Standing firm, holding the Pure Yang Sword in his hand diagonally, his eyes looked directly at Xie Yifeng, and the corners of Yang Hao's mouth hooked up a sneer.

With one hand on his back and the other palm on the ground, Xie Yifeng's face showed a solemn expression.

"Tick-tock, tick-tock..."

With the sound of two water droplets, looking for prestige, I saw Xie Yifeng's palm being cut, and blood dripping on the ground of the ring.

"Oh no! Xie Yifeng is injured!"

"After two moves, I was injured! It seems that Yang Hao is better!"

All around, seeing the blood dripping from Xie Yifeng's palms, all the righteous people frowned lightly and whispered.

"Hmph! It's rubbish after all!"

In the ring, listening to what everyone said, Yang Hao sneered proudly.

"Hehe, it's really a good sword... Careless..."

On the other side, Xie Yifeng tore off a strip of cloth on his body, bandaged his palm simply, and muttered softly.

Fang Cai, one palm broke through the three sword shadows, but he was careless for a while, he never thought that this pure yang sword would be so sharp!

He could easily shatter Chen Xingzhi's soft sword, but he couldn't shatter the pure yang sword, but he was injured by it!

"It's not good, Xie Shaoxia is injured..."

In the distance, his eyes were fixed on the ring, and Qiao Lan groaned in a low voice.

"Big brother..."

Beside him, his eyes were dim, listening to what he said, Shen Wuxian frowned and muttered softly.

On the other side, seeing that Xie Yifeng was injured, under the white veil, biting his red lips, Mu Xinran's eyes were full of worry.

"Hehe..."

In the left corner, with Erlang's legs crossed, Yang Lingfeng showed a smug smile on his face.

"Xie Yifeng!

In the ring, the sword flower in his hand was pulled, Yang Hao sneered, held the pure yang sword again, and rushed towards Xie Yifeng!

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