The young Chixia sword did not return to its sheath, lay it flat at the head of the bed, and slept with clothes.

As soon as the day dawned, Yang Xiaotian opened his eyes, and he slept for less than two hours.

After some washing, he didn't wake up Xiao Qiuduo, Qin Fei and Long Yixuan, don't pick up the gourd and carry the long sword on his back and go to Yanwu Square along the silent mountain road.

The spring breeze is blowing, and the mountain road is lush and green.

The young man didn't lift his breath and flew by, just like when he was a child and went into the mountains with Uncle Han, walking slowly all the way. While feeling the beauty of the morning, I slowly breathe and adjust my spirit to the best state. At this moment, the young man's heart was full of humiliation, and some were just the pursuit of the path of cultivation.

For the distance that the cultivators arrived in the blink of an eye, Yang Xiaotian walked for more than an hour to arrive.

By the time of the Yanwu Square, the sun had already shone through the clouds, and wisps of golden light shone on the square, sprinkled on the ground, like broken gold all over the ground.

The six rings that had been temporarily built for everyone to compete had been demolished, and the space was much larger, but at this time, the square was also crowded with people from the twelve factions, and the crowd was full of people.

Although there are only two people competing today, Yang Xiaotian and Lutai Pavilion Shen Tuwu are competing today. But everyone has the same thoughts: the martial arts conference is only held once in fifteen years, and it is finally time to decide the first place, and they can't miss such a good show.

Yang Xiaotian searched through the crowd, and soon found Long Yixuan and a few people, and Liu Feiyi was also among them.

The young man walked quickly towards them, and before he got close, he asked, "Yiyi, you are here too, how is Brother Liu?"

Liu Feiyi smiled lightly: "The eldest brother is injured well, and he can get out of bed this morning, originally he wanted to come and see you to compete, but grandpa resolutely disagreed, and asked him to concentrate on recuperating from his injury, so he dispelled the year." ”

"That's good! Huh, Brother Gu, why don't you take care of your injuries and come over too?"

The ancients grinned and said, "I want to see you beating Shen Tuwu on stage, how can you say I can miss such a good show." ”

"I don't know who beats who!" Yang Xiaotian shook his head and was silent.

Concubine Liu smiled and said, "Brother Yang, you don't have to worry, we all have confidence in you." ”

"I'm not worried, a Shen Tu Wu is nothing!"

The war drums sounded, and Liu Aotian and the referees appeared on the stage.

"This year's martial arts show is full of talents, and there is a feeling of blooming everywhere and competing for beauty. All the teenagers are equipped with unique skills, and they show their magic in the competition. Shen Tuwu and Yang Xiaotian passed all the way and came to the final moment of competing for the championship. Liu Aotian said.

The people in the audience Lutai Pavilion and Tianguan were applauding and cheering.

"We are also very pleased to see such an amazing performance, which is the hope of the human race. Just ......"

Liu Aotian paused, glanced under the ring for a while, and then said again: "Everyone is a human race and belongs to the same lineage, so I hope this competition will not be like the previous games, where the opponent will be seriously injured and fainted!"

Everyone's eyes were on Shen Tuwu.

Shen Tuwu looked up at the sky, as if he hadn't heard Liu Aotian speak.

"So, let's start the competition now!"

After speaking, Liu Aotian and several referees got out of the ring and sat on the seats that had been arranged on both sides of the ring.

Shen Tuwu roared in the cheers of Lutai Pavilion, flew into the ring, looked up at the sky, and didn't look at Yang Xiaotian. In his heart, he was excited, "The ancients who are the first and second on the list of famous rivers and lakes."

Liu Feifu has been beaten all over the ground by me, forgive you Yang Xiaotian can't make any waves!"

The spear taller than a human was erected beside him, and there was a faint flow of golden light on the body of the spear.

Qin Ke walked over and told Yang Xiaotian to be careful in everything, and even Meng Wenqing and Jinghui Zhenren nodded slightly like teenagers to show encouragement.

Tianguanmen has not been able to reach the finals for several sessions, but Yang Xiaotian has given them a long face, if today's teenagers can win the competition, then they will be able to raise their eyebrows again, at least when recruiting potential newcomers in Jiuzhou, there is another rhetoric.

Yang Xiaotian slowly stepped into the ring under the expectant gaze of everyone at Tianguanmen.

"Kneel down and kowtow and admit your mistakes, or I will make you even more miserable than your two friends!"

Yang Xiaotian didn't say anything, smiled coldly, and said in his heart: Your realm is higher than mine, and I won't make you feel better. You are powerful in killing the spear, the master will give up the Chixia sword today and fight you in close combat, even if I take two palms from you, I will give you a punch.

The young man stomped his feet, the whole ring shook, his fists were slowly raised, and when he just reached his chest, a huge momentum had been formed.

The left leg retreated slightly, and with a sharp kick, the whole person rushed towards Shen Tuwu, castrating the meteor.

Qin Fei in the audience stomped his feet: "Master, why don't you use a sword, you can't beat Shen Tuwu with your fists alone." ”

Long Yixuan said: "This is a good way, close combat, Shen Tu Martial Killing Spear can't be used!"

The ancients said worriedly: "It's just a little genius martial arts eight grades, but that Shen Tu Wu is at least in the Tribulation Realm, it is very likely that it is still the Earth Immortal Realm, even if it is close combat, Xiao Tian has no chance of winning!"

"Let's see. Long Yixuan said.

During the conversation of several people, Yang Xiaotian had already come to Shen Tuwu, and swung his right fist, this punch boy began to gather momentum from the moment he walked out of the door, and at this moment, his spirit and spirit had reached the best state, and the power could be imagined.

The fist spurted out, and the wind whistled, making Shen Tu's martial clothes swing and hunt.

Shen Tuwu's first reaction was to pick up the spear and stab Yang Xiaotian, but the young man was less than three feet away from him, and the spear couldn't be used at once, so the spear blocked his chest and hit Yang Xiaotian's fist.

There was a loud bang.

Shen Tuwu's body shook a few times, but he still couldn't unload his fist, and he took a few steps back before stopping his body.

Yang Xiaotian was unforgiving, and as soon as he stopped with one punch, the boundless fist shadow blasted towards Shen Tuwu one after another.

Shen Tuwu was caught off guard and was punched in the chest.

One punch, ten million punches!

"Bang bang bang ......" punched one punch after another on Shen Tuwu's chest.

In the shadow of the fist, Yang Xiaotian floated back to the same place and looked at Shen Tuwu with a smile.

The clothes in front of Shen Tuwu's chest were torn to pieces by the force of the fist, and the exposed skin was bloody.

"Damn!" Shen Tuwu's face was hideous, and the Killing God Spear stabbed forward, and a dragon-shaped aura formed in front of him. Shen Tu Wu's spear danced, and with a bang, the evil dragon pounced on Yang Xiaotian as fast as a meteor.

Yang Xiaotian held the void, the Chixia sword came to his hand, and he pinched the sword trick with his left hand, "ask the common people" to face the evil dragon.

Up and down the ring, the sky was dark in an instant, the sword qi was roaring, and the shadow of the gun was waves.

Eight black dragons burst out of the vast shadow of the gun, fangs and claws, killing gods and devouring immortals, and rushed towards Yang Xiaotian.

Yang Xiaotian's sword intent retracted in front of him, and he used his sword qi to erect a wall of qi to resist the evil dragon.

With a piercing crash, an evil dragon broke through the qi wall and hit Yang Xiaotian.

The young man spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body fell backwards.

The ancients in the audience pulled Long Yixuan fiercely, wanting him to help.

Long Yixuan shook his head and was silent, he knew Yang Xiaotian's stubborn temper, and he had already made it clear before the duel that he didn't want to help himself, if he intervened, the young man would be held accountable, but he was afraid that he wouldn't even be able to be a friend.

The Shentu martial artists on the stage were united in gun, and a shocking shot was fired, and a terrifying red spear dragon stabbed at Yang Xiaotian covering the sky and the sun.

Yang Xiaotian was already churning with blood all over his body at this time, dizzy and dizzy, and he was no longer able to resist this fatal shot, knowing that he was no longer lucky today, he was in a trance, and muttered: "Could it be that the feeling of death is like this!"