The black-clothed deacon shouted: "Begin!"

As soon as the words fell, Wang Xuan waved his hands, and eighteen qi swords shot out, converging into two arm-thick aura swords and heading straight for Han Wenshan. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Carving insect skills!" Han Wenshan sneered, and with a wave of his hand, two thick earth talismans turned into small shields in front of him, and at the same time, he raised his hand and pointed at it, and the blood-red flying sword went straight to Wang Xuan's throat.

The aura sword shot at the small shield but did not advance an inch, and was constantly consumed by the small shield's defense, but the blood-red flying sword had already reached Wang Xuan's body, only half a foot away from his throat.

At the critical moment, Wang Xuan quickly retreated, and at the same time, with a wave of his hand, three thick earth talismans turned into small shields in front of him. The flying sword hit the small shield, the small shield shattered layer by layer, Wang Xuan waved his hand and sacrificed three thick earth talismans, which blocked the flying sword, but the huge impact force blasted Wang Xuan and the small shield several feet away. Wang Xuan barely stood still, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and he was actually injured.

At this time, Wang Xuan's aura sword also turned into a little bit of crystal light and dissipated, without causing any damage to Han Wenshan.

Han Wenshan laughed, "If it's really a waste, I still talk wildly about this ability, I really don't know how thick the sky is!"

Sima Yuntian looked at Liu Yiyi proudly, and said with a smile: "Senior Sister Liu, have you seen it, are you still optimistic about any waste?"

The disciples in the audience also had a lot of discussions, "Senior Brother Han was the first miscellaneous disciple three years ago, and he really deserves his reputation!"

"Waste is waste, and it really lives up to its name, hahahaha!"

"That's right, this guy doesn't know what kind of * * luck has taken in the past two months to cultivate a lot, but as soon as he met Senior Brother Han, he immediately showed his original form. ”

"Senior Brother Han's heavenly resources, how can they be compared to that waste!"

Liu Yiyi frowned slightly, and her silver teeth clenched.

Sun Erzhu clenched his fists and glared angrily, but he couldn't argue, so he could only shout in his heart: "Boss, you will definitely win, beat that grandson!"

Wang Xuan on the stage was not affected in the slightest, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, raised his head, and pointed at Han Wenshan, "What I said must count, see how I abuse you!"

After saying that, with a wave of his hands, the eighteen spiritual qi swords shot out again, and they were a few points thicker than just now. At the same time, his divine consciousness spread out, and he was under the hood towards Han Wenshan.

Han Wenshan was just about to make a sarcastic remark, but his face suddenly changed greatly, and he felt a huge coercion under his hood, and he couldn't help but feel that he had temporarily lost contact with Xiao Dun.

The consciousness is received as soon as it comes out, but it is enough. When Han Wenshan reacted, the aura sword had arrived in front of him, the first layer of small shields collapsed instantly, and the second layer of small shields only resisted for a breath before collapsing, and there were only two strands of aura sword left.

In a hurry, Han Wenshan turned to one side and dodged a spiritual qi sword, but there was still one that passed through his left shoulder, and blood gushed like a spring.

The audience was instantly quiet, and the mouth of the person who was sneering just now was open enough to swallow an egg, and his brain was instantly short-circuited, and he didn't know what was going on.

Liu Yiyi smiled slightly, looked at Sima Yuntian, Sima Yuntian was also unclear, and his brows were furrowed and he was thinking.

Sun Erzhu jumped up with joy, "Boss is mighty! Come on, boss!"

Even Elder Lu and Elder Sun looked at each other with doubts in their eyes, and there was a hint of surprise in their eyes.

Han Wenshan's eyes were red, and he endured severe hatred and said, "Waste! How dare you hurt me?!

After speaking, Xiuwei suddenly dispersed, and the aura on his body instantly soared, and a coercion in the late stage of condensation spread out.

The faces of the disciples in the audience changed greatly, "This ...... What kind of cultivation is this Senior Brother Han?!"

"What a terrible coercion!"

Liu Yiyi's eyes froze, and she was implicitly worried: "This Han Wen Mountain is so deeply hidden, it is actually a cultivation of the eighth layer of condensation!"

Sima Yuntian's eyes also flashed, and his face was cloudy.

Elder Lu glanced at Elder Sun, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Wang Xuan's eyes were also fixed, a little surprised, but in a blink of an eye, he regained his calm, "It's so deep, can you finally not help it?"

With a wave of Wang Xuan's hand, the five fire talismans turned into five fire dragons and devoured Han Wenshan, without stopping, the nine flying swords roared out of the storage bag, forming a sword formation and heading straight for Han Wenshan.

Han Wenshan was just about to sacrifice the thick earth talisman, when his heart suddenly trembled, and a great pressure enveloped him again, and his movements couldn't help but slow down, and the nine flying swords came first, pointing directly at the vital points of the whole body.

Han Wenshan's hairs stood on end, he wanted to move but couldn't, and the flying sword was less than a foot away from him in the blink of an eye. Fortunately, at this time, the coercion receded, and Han Wenshan hurriedly took out three thick earth talismans to block them in front of him.

Nine flying swords and five fire dragons slammed into the small shield one after another, and the roar continued for a while.

After a few moments, the fire dragon dissipated, and only five flying swords flew back. Looking at Han Wenshan again, there was only one side of the small shield left in front of him, and it was still broken. Han Wenshan was in a mess, his clothes were burned with several large holes, and a new wound was added to his right arm.

And the corners of Wang Xuan's mouth were also oozing blood, and the frequent divine sense attacks were also a great burden on him, so he would put it away as soon as he put it away.

Han Wenshan's face was hideous, and he yelled: "Waste, I have to tear you to pieces!"

As he spoke, he slapped the storage bag, and another flying sword appeared, the flying sword was cyan and covered with complicated runes.

Wang Xuan's eyes instantly froze, and he secretly said in his heart: "This rune is a little familiar, almost the same as Liu Tao's! This Han Wenshan is also a demon clan!"

"It seems that it is necessary to fight quickly, once he becomes a demon like Liu Tao, it will be difficult to win. ”

While Wang Xuan was thinking about it, Han Wenshan waved his hands, and the cyan flying sword and the blood-red flying sword went straight to Wang Xuan left and right.

With a wave of Wang Xuan's hand, ten thick earth talismans flew out, turning into small shields in front of him.

There was an uproar in the audience.

"Where did he get so many sigils?"

"How many spirit stones does this cost, why is he so rich!"

Wang Xuan turned a deaf ear, his divine sense contained the power of thunder, and he was under the hood of Han Wenshan.

Han Wenshan's face changed instantly, a thick fear appeared in his eyes, and the two flying swords actually trembled and stagnated.

There was another commotion in the audience.

"What's going on, what's wrong with Senior Brother Han?"

"Is this waste a witch that doesn't work?"

Don't you know that Han Wenshan's heart is trembling at this moment, and a coercion that is a hundred times more powerful than Fang Cai is devouring him, just like the power of heaven, so that he can't have the slightest sense of resistance.

Wang Xuan waved his hand again, and nine flying swords appeared, heading straight for Han Wenshan.

And Han Wenshan didn't react at all, letting the broken small shield in front of him shatter, and nine flying swords passed through his limbs, bringing up a puff of blood mist.

His divine consciousness retreated, and Han Wenshan let out a scream that was not like a human voice. This time, Han Wenshan was really scared, and just about to admit defeat, the coercion came again, Han Wenshan opened his mouth, but he didn't shout.

The flying sword then roared, eight flying swords penetrated through the limbs, and one went straight to the dantian.

Wang Xuan knew that he couldn't kill people now, so he wanted to abolish his cultivation.

Elder Sun hurriedly shouted, "Stop, stop shouting!"

The referee of this game was the black-clothed deacon yesterday, but he didn't shout to stop when he heard the words, but said coldly: "He hasn't admitted defeat yet!"

Elder Sun's face changed, and he didn't even speak again, but didn't look over his head anymore.

The flying sword roared and pierced into Han Wenshan's dantian, and Han Wenshan let out a terrible scream and fell on his back.

Han Wenshan was just about to struggle, when a heavenly might-like divine sense pierced his heart, and he destroyed it frantically. At the same time, eight flying swords pierced through the limbs and pinned Han Wenshan to the ring.

Han Wenshan tilted his head and fainted without even screaming this time.

Wang Xuan was also shaken, barely standing still, and opened his mouth to spurt out a mouthful of blood.

"Wang Xuansheng in this game!"

The voice of the black-clothed deacon sounded at the right time, but there was a dead silence in the audience, and the needle drop could be heard.