The day of the decisive battle.

The world will be the main altar.

The hall is crowded, and all the sects that can be called famous in the martial arts are here, and the one who can enter the main hall is not the head of the sect or the head of the sect, after all, although the main hall is large, it is impossible to accommodate all the people who come to watch the battle.

Now in martial arts, on the bright side, the world will be said to be a dominant family, and all major sects will send people to watch the battle whether they want it or not.

And it is estimated that no one wants to miss this duel, and the most important thing is that if this duel is defeated, he can go back in time to adjust the development strategy of the sect.

"Who do you think has the better chance of winning this duel?"

The protagonists of the two sides of the decisive battle have not yet arrived, and many people who eat melons have also started chatting with themselves.

"It's hard to say, the Sword Saint was already famous in martial arts more than 20 years ago, and now he has been cultivating for more than 20 years, and his strength is only even more unfathomable. ”

"And the male gang leader, as the leader of the Tianxia Association, founded the Tianxia Association alone, laid the foundation of Nuoda, and what he can do is not beyond the reach of you and me. ”

"Yes, I just don't know who is better than the two of them to win such a duel. ”

The heads of the big factions in the main hall discussed the past experiences of the two, who was more powerful in martial arts, and the focus and topics of some small sects in the side hall were different.

"Brother Zhao, which of the two of them do you say is powerful?"

"I don't know, but I've heard that the odds of the outside market are higher than those of the Juggernaut. ”

"Brother Zhao has pressed it?

"Of course, I pressed the Sword Master fifty taels. ”

"Brother Zhao, I didn't expect you to be this kind of person, and you actually suppressed your opponent, but I am too, hehe. ”

Such dialogues abound in the side halls, no matter what the world is, there is no shortage of gamblers.

Outside the main hall.

Xiang Fanchen walked with the majestic and domineering face of the male tyrant.

He was followed by his daughter Youruo and the three disciples of Fengyunshuang, and as for Wen Chou, he was waiting in the hall early in the morning.

When a few people stepped into the store, it was quiet for a moment, which was still noisy just now.

Xiang Fanchen's footsteps did not stop, and walked towards the main seat, and everywhere he passed, everyone bowed their heads and shouted: "Male Gang Master!"

"This kind of momentum that makes the heroes bow their heads is really addictive, no wonder the heroes are unwilling to let go of his martial arts. Xiang Fanchen said secretly in his heart.

Since ancient times, power has been intoxicating, and waking up to the power of the world is drunk and lying on the knees of beauties, which is what many people dream of.

Xiongba is not the first to indulge in power, and he will not be the last.

Xiang Fanchen walked slowly to the main seat, sat down on the gilded main seat, and then he raised his head back slightly, and the whole person leaned back on the back chair, put his hands on the armrests, and closed his eyes without saying a word.

At this moment, Xiang Fanchen is adjusting his state, and so is the Sword Saint, he has run out of oil, and he is gathering momentum to complete it step by step, in order to kill with one blow.

Seeing this, everyone in the audience didn't dare to make a mistake, and all kinds of silences were silent, the time was close to the appointed time, and I believed that the Sword Saint would appear soon.

The world will be outside.

The Sword Saint walked step by step, the old body stood upright, he walked from the periphery of the World Society, and along the way, the crowd automatically dispersed, leaving a path.

Slowly, the Sword Master entered the inner perimeter of the Tianxia Society, and many martial arts people stayed on the periphery and could not continue to enter.

When the Sword Master stepped on the stone steps in front of the World Meeting, his momentum began to climb, as if infinite sword qi was gathering around him, and countless gaps were cut through the stone steps.

Step by step, the momentum of the Sword Master is increasing with every step, and when he reaches the highest level, his momentum will also reach its peak, and it will also be the time when the two of them are desperate for life and death.

Inside the temple.

When the Sword Saint stepped onto the stone steps, Xiang Fanchen on the main seat opened his eyes, and his momentum began to climb at this moment.

The hall that had been whispering a little just now was completely quiet, and the momentum of Xiang Fanchen and the Sword Saint had begun to clash, and everyone vaguely felt that the air seemed to be a little thinner, and there was a faint feeling that it was difficult to breathe.

As the Juggernaut walked step by step, that feeling became more and more intense.

Outside the hall, the Sword Saint took the last step and stepped up the steps, his momentum reached its peak, and at this moment, a clear figure rose from the Sword Saint's body, which was the Sword Saint's condensation of the whole body, and the Yuan Shen that erupted.

At this moment, everything stood still, time and space froze, and the Sword Master finally delivered the last blow of his life, Sword Twenty-Three.

This move encompasses everything about him, sword intent, essence, qi, god, and his life.

When the Sword Saint took the last step, Xiang Fanchen suddenly felt a huge pressure, which was the oppression from time and space, which was exactly the same as the time and space oppression he felt when he shattered the void.

Xiang Fanchen couldn't care if the two pressures were the same, because the Sword Saint's primordial spirit had already attacked.

Where the Sword Saint Yuan Shen passed, everyone stood still, as if they had been paused, everyone's astonishment was still hanging on their faces, and the beads of wine spilled from the wine glass that had been knocked down by the momentum were still stopped in mid-air.

Almost instantly, the Sword Saint was already close, and the sword finger was directly inserted into Xiang Fanchen's chest.

Xiang Fanchen's hard-to-hurt body lasted for a moment before the defense was broken, and the sword intent with the aura of destruction directly invaded the body.

Feeling the sword qi in his body, Xiang Fanchen's skill, who had experience of shattering, exploded with all his strength, his body trembled suddenly, and he immediately broke free from the stillness of time and space, and a huge vitality swam in his body, resisting the destructive power of this sword intent.

At the same time, the Heaven Devouring Demon Skill erupted with all its might, devouring the sword intent in the body.

Within the sea of knowledge, the spiritual power of the divine dragon, which was already at the end of the strong crossbow, had been completely defeated by the sword intent imported by Xiang Fanchen, and the golden energy completely swallowed it, and after the spiritual power of the divine dragon was swallowed, the golden energy flowed for a while and finally turned into a human form, with all facial features, which was exactly what Xiang Fanchen looked like.

Now this hidden danger is completely eliminated, and Shenlong's spiritual power has been completely assimilated by himself, and there are no worries.

As for the Sword Saint Yuan Shen, when he broke through the time and space stillness, he was almost unable to support it, and he was on the verge of collapse if he failed to strike a blow.

At this time, a suction force came from Xiang Fanchen's eyebrows, absorbing all the Sword Saint Yuan Shen who was about to collapse.

After the Sword Saint Yuan Shen disappeared, the effect of Sword Twenty-three had already receded, time continued to pass, and everyone was "alive" again.

Everyone's thinking was still stuck at the moment when the Sword Saint Yuan Shen entered the inner hall, looking at Xiang Fanchen who had a hole in his chest above the main seat, everyone only felt a little weird, but they couldn't say anything wrong.

Feeling the changes in his body and the sea of knowledge, Xiang Fanchen's skill turned, and the huge vitality flowed towards the wound, and the blood flow soon stopped, and then the wound began to heal rapidly.

"Dad, are you alright?"

Youruo, who was not far away, looked at Xiang Fanchen's blood-stained chest, and immediately ran over and said nervously.

"It's okay, some minor injuries, destiny is mine, and the Sword Master can't do anything to me. ”

Xiang Fanchen said in a domineering tone.

"Congratulations to the gang leader, you won this battle!"

Wen Chouchou was the first to react and congratulated Xiang Fanchen.

"Congratulations to the male gang leader!"

The lower group congratulated in unison.