In the arena, Wei Wuxian moved his left arm slightly, and there was a tearing pain, and it seemed that this arm could not be used for a short time.

In the previous struggle between the two of them for less than sixty breaths, the monk brought him a sense of crisis that he had never had. The other party's speed was too fast, and although he was already alert at the time, he tried his best to dodge. Fortunately, he also dealt a heavy blow to the other party, and it wouldn't be too uncomfortable now.

The monk looked down at the wound on his right chest, where three ribs were broken, and his inner abdomen was severely damaged, and the strength of the other party was still above his estimate, and it should have reached the level of the ninth layer of the Qi Refining Period.

But now that his left hand is injured, how can he use that hoe, with one hand? That is not very convenient.

Again, the people in the stands thought the same thing, but not many people would think that he would use other weapons.

In many people's minds, the image of the farmer is that of a guy who carries a hoe and smashes his opponent to the ground.

However, Wei Wuxian's right hand turned, and the spirit hoe in his hand disappeared, replaced by a three-foot sword with golden light.

The farmer knows how to use a sword!

Wei Wuxian's actions were beyond everyone's expectations.

"Just kidding, [Farmer] is a cowman who can use a hoe to use a sword, he doesn't know how to use a sword, he usually just disdains to use a sword!"

Those who witnessed the Farmer's defeat of the Silver Dragon and the Sword in the Newbie Hall began to tell the people around them about the situation.

And at the same time as Wei Wuxian showed off his sword weapon, on the light curtain outside the hall, the number of viewers updated the data in a straight amplitude.

Five thousand five hundred and twenty-eight • • five thousand nine hundred and sixteen • six thousand one hundred and thirty-seven • six thousand seven hundred and twenty • seven thousand and thirty-five • • The data changes so fast that the light curtain feels a little stagnant.

Qin Yuchuan laughed.

There is no reason for him not to laugh, this looks like another 'small explosion' rhythm, and with the weight of this scene, his capital to be promoted to the Zhengjipin Hall is even stronger.

Arena.

The monk solemnly held the demon-slaying pestle on his chest, he had seen the monk's flying sword, and knew the stakes in it.

However, how could he be afraid of the mystical magic of the Mandala Temple, there were as many as seven monks who could use the sword under him, and at the moment he recited the magic trick in his mouth, the vajra demon pestle in his hand turned into a golden light and flew in front of him, and then floated in the void and slowly rotated.

Wei Wuxian's eyes narrowed, and the sword weapon in his right hand flew out of its sheath, and with a fierce wind in everyone's sight, it shot towards the opposite side like a meteor with golden light.

The monk's eyes widened, and he shouted, "Demon Suppression!"

Under the words of the law, the demon-subduing vajra that was rotating in front of him suddenly stopped, and one of the three-sided Buddha statues on the top actually opened its eyes, and a golden light shot out from it.

Wei Wuxian's right hand went up, and the flying sword suddenly bent upwards as it advanced, avoiding the oncoming golden light, and then turned around and went down to the opposite side again.

The corners of the monk's mouth curled slightly, he sneered, and the seal in his hand was a finger in the air.

The demon-subduing golden light pestle in front of him turned, and the Buddha statue on the other side opened its eyes and shot out a golden light again.

The closer the flying sword approached, the faster the golden light shot out from the Demon Suppressing Vajra, and the flying sword was never able to get close to within ten zhang of him.

What's even more terrifying is that the golden light that shoots out does not disappear, but turns into golden threads floating in the air, and after a while, it turns into a tight golden net.

Wei Wuxian only felt that an invisible force was blocking between him and the flying sword, and the flying sword became more and more difficult to control.

The golden threads were obviously a bit strange and could affect the monk's connection with the flying sword, and he tried to slash the sword, but it had no effect, and the golden threads broke and reconnected again, and could not be eliminated at all.

Wei Wuxian's divine sense swept over, and he suddenly found that those golden wires were composed of tiny runes, could it be the rumored Buddhist Sect Enchantment?

There is not much difference between the Buddhist enchantment and the Taoist enchantment, both of which are defensive shields generated by rune arrays, and the enchantment composed of these golden wires in front of them defends against the transmission of one's own divine consciousness.

Monk Edgeworth needs to establish a connection between the mind and the flying sword, so that the sword can move freely and be controlled, like an arm and a finger.

The situation on the field disappointed the people who supported the [Farmer], who originally thought that the [Farmer] would definitely kill the Quartet after taking out the sword, but it turned out that he was restrained everywhere, and the flying sword could not even touch the corner of the monk's clothes.

And everyone knows that when the monk completely cuts off the connection between the flying sword and the [farmer], it will be when he begins to counterattack.

Just when everyone was speculating about how [Farmer] would get out of his current predicament, Wei Wuxian moved, and his whole body rushed forward, rushing directly to the opposite side.

His actions surprised everyone, it was too dangerous to rush forward regardless of it, and it was easy for a low-level monk to take advantage of it without a weapon in his hand.

The monk said in his heart: "What, can't you bear it!"

He used this trick to snatch the flying swords of the seven sword cultivators and kill the other party, so Wei Wuxian's reaction was not too surprising.

"It's time to close the net. The monk muttered in a low voice, his hands were sealed, and his two thumbs were pointed forward: "Close!"

The golden net in the void flashed in an instant, each golden wire became the thickness of a finger, and the huge net fell headlessly, covering Wei Wuxian.

Wei Wuxian's right hand flipped over, and there was an extra sword weapon, which was one of the two sword weapons he got from He Xinyin's hand.

The long sword slashed upward, but the first blow did not break.

Wei Wuxian slashed again, and only then did he break through a gap, and even a person rushed out of the golden net with a sword.

The monk didn't care, it was normal for a monk to have multiple sword weapons, and he didn't expect to take down Wei Wuxian with that golden net.

I saw that his hands were like wheels forming one magic seal after another, and the broken golden net turned into Dao Dao golden threads and flew towards the demon-subduing vajra in the void, and the Buddha statue on the vajra once again shot out of his eyes with golden light, and a golden enchantment was laid out in a distance of ten zhang around him.

In this enchantment, the monk's divine sense can be isolated, which means that as long as the monk enters the area, the flying sword will lose control. The monk is pregnant with the secret method of the Mandala Temple, and he is not afraid of any monk below the foundation in close combat within a distance of ten zhang.

This is a clear plan to have a hand-to-hand fight with Wei Wuxian.

Wei Wuxian's left hand was useless, and he was injured in the abdomen, and both sides were missing, but in a short period of time, the monk's chances of winning were slightly larger.

The audience's hearts are all in their throats, and they don't know how [the farmer] will choose.

Wei Wuxian didn't think much about it at all, and with a flash of his figure, he broke into the enchantment with his sword.

"Good!"

Some people shouted applause, and then one after another cheered, in fact, more monks wanted to see this kind of real fighting, it was better to see the blood of the sword, that is wonderful.