Zhang Xunxian saw that Li Haoran directly urged the magic weapon, and he didn't dare to slack off, so he sacrificed his flying sword.

Zhang Xunxian didn't make any action after seeing Li Haoran urging the magic weapon, knowing that it was Li Haoran who let him do it first.

Zhang Xunxian didn't hesitate, after all, he lost last time, and he should attack first.

"Be careful. ”

Zhang Xunxian snorted lightly, and the flying sword beside him split into three, and then under Zhang Xunxian's full urging, the golden flames rose up and shrouded the three flying swords.

The three golden flaming swords shone brightly in the sunlight, making the eyes of those around the ring a little unable to open their eyes.

"Go. ”

The three golden flame swords turned into streamers and killed directly towards Li Haoran.

Li Haoran only seemed to be awakened at this time, and suddenly raised his head, and the ink cloud above his head fell towards the ring, enveloping the three golden flames in it.

Suddenly, Zhang Xunxian felt that the connection between his divine sense and the flying sword had weakened a little, but Zhang Xunxian did not panic. Controlling a flying sword to fly quickly, scattering the ink clouds around the other two flying swords, as long as these two flying swords can reach Li Haoran's side, then he has the possibility of defeating Li Haoran by performing the Sanyuan Clear Void Sword Technique.

The scene in Moyun was naturally under Li Haoran's investigation, and Li Haoran, who had fought with Zhang Xunxian before, already understood that Zhang Xunxian would use all his strength as soon as he came up.

In fact, this is not wrong, after all, the last time I competed with him in the Three Immortal Gates, I used a long-lasting Taoist technique to exhaust Zhang Xunxian's aura and make him admit defeat.

Now Zhang Xunxian doesn't want to repeat the mistakes of the past.

"Then let's do it quickly. ”

Li Haoran said in his heart, urging the magic weapon of Shen Mo again, and the ink cloud on the ring seemed to be a little thicker.

This made Zhang Xunxian even more difficult to control the flying sword, and at the same time, he wondered what magic weapon Li Haoran used, which was so powerful, that he actually made his connection with the flying sword that he had been cultivated for so long so weak.

At the same time, Zhang Xunxian also felt that the aura on the flying sword was gradually weakening.

"Can't wait any longer. ”

Zhang Xunxian said in his heart, the three flying swords of golden flames suddenly accelerated in the ink cloud, and were blessed by Zhang Xunxian's three-element clear void swordsmanship, drawing a strange trajectory in the ink cloud towards Li Haoran.

Li Haoran immediately recognized that this was the Sanyuan Qingxu Sword Technique, but there was not the slightest panic in his heart.

The Three Immortal Sect's Three Yuan Clear Void Swordsmanship is known for its strange whereabouts and difficulty in resisting.

But now, these three golden flame flying swords that were blessed by the Sanyuan Clear Void Sword Technique were all under the control of Li Haoran's divine sense.

Zhang Xunxian found that Li Haoran was standing in place, without the slightest intention of dodging, and Zhang Xunxian, who had always been gentle and elegant, was also slightly angry in his heart, and he actually didn't take himself in his eyes so much, so he would give you some lessons.

A flying sword flashed on Li Haoran's left side, then disappeared in one fell swoop, instantly appearing in Li Haoran's left hand, slashing towards Li Haoran's arm.

At this time, the other two flying swords also appeared on Li Haoran's back and right hand at the same time.

The three flying swords were in the sun, and the golden light shone together and slashed towards Li Haoran in the middle, Li Haoran was already unavoidable.

The onlookers in the audience exclaimed, but they didn't expect Li Haoran to release a powerful ink cloud, and he was surrounded by Zhang Xunxian's flying sword without any effect at all.

At the same time, he also sighed at the mystery of Zhang Xunxian's imperial envoy's flying sword, and many monks barely saw what was going on, and saw three flying swords flying in front of Li Haoran and slashing at him.

Just when some people thought that the victory was decided, the magic weapon of Shen Mo beside Li Haoran suddenly trembled, and Li Haoran's body was suddenly surrounded by ink clouds.

Three golden flames plunged directly into the ink cloud, and then fell silent.

......

"Huh?"

The monks around the ring wondered, what was going on?

Zhang Xunxian was even more surprised, his divine sense couldn't feel his flying sword.

After a while, the large ink clouds above the ring gradually dissipated, and finally the ink clouds around Li Haoran also dispersed, revealing Li Haoran's figure.

Zhang Xunxian looked at Li Haoran in the ring in the distance, a trace of shock flashed on his face, he opened his mouth, and then said, "I admit defeat." ”

He was defeated by Li Haoran again, and this time he lost even faster. Zhang Xunxian also understood that he hadn't even forced out Li Haoran's true strength this time, and the gap between himself and him was getting bigger and bigger.

Hearing Zhang Xunxian admit defeat, the monks around the ring, including the monks of the town realm envoy in the ring match, were not surprised in the slightest, and now they were only surprised by Li Haoran's strength.

Li Haoran turned his head to look at the monks of the Zhenjing Embassy, and the monks of the Zhenjing Embassy reacted and said loudly: "Zixiao City, Li Haoran wins." ”

Hearing that he had won, Li Haoran nodded, threw the flying sword in his hand that had turned into a stalk at Zhang Xunxian and said, "Accept it." ”

Zhang Xunxian took the flying sword, feeling the reconnection between his divine sense and the flying sword, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and at the same time, he was even more curious about how Li Haoran managed to avoid his own attack, and how he blocked the induction of his divine sense and the flying sword.

Li Haoran did not explain this, and left the ring and walked towards his residence.

A ring in the distance.

In this ring, it was so quiet when he was competing with Li Haoran at this time, and he calmly divided the difference between victory and defeat.

On this ring, at this time, the Dao Technique kept bombarding the ring, and the magic weapon attacked the light shield of the magic circle from time to time.

It was mixed with the angry shouts of a monk: "Kill, kill, kill! ”

When the surrounding monks saw such a scene, they did not look the slightest excited, but all of them were silent, watching the chilling battle in the ring.

Although the monk kept attacking, his body was already scarred, his right hand was cut off, and the huge wound on his chest and abdomen kept spurting blood, dripping on the lines of the ring.

His opponent, Ye Qinghan, had an indifferent face, looking at this monk who was already a little crazy, constantly dodging the attacks of Dao techniques and magic weapons. At the same time, the purple light ruler attacked the monk's body with stitches, cutting through the body protection aura, leaving scars one after another.

A middle-aged monk below the ring looked at the attack above the ring, his eyes full of unwillingness. A young monk beside him pleaded, "Master, you can let Senior Brother admit defeat." He can't be the opponent of Cloud Breaking Daojun. ”

The middle-aged monk said angrily: "How can you admit defeat! Your senior brother has finally broken into the ground list, how can he admit defeat in front of so many people? Where does this make him and our sect lose face?"

The young monk continued to plead, "But if this continues, the senior brother will die." ”

The middle-aged monk's eyes flickered: "Wait, as long as he can hit the middle leaf lightly, just once, wait, wait." ”