The flying sword screamed and turned into a white light and entered Leng Impermanence's body, and Leng Impermanence flew upside down with a bloody shadow in the sky several meters away.

"Ahem..."Leng Wuchang gulped up blood, struggling to get up.

There was silence in the audience, and there was no more noise at the moment.

The next moment, a figure suddenly appeared in the arena, "Our Heavenly Sword Sect admits defeat!"

It turned out that Nangong Quan cared about Leng Impermanence's safety and rushed directly into the arena.

"Are you okay, apprentice?" Nangong Quan hurriedly helped Leng Wuchang up, and gave him a healing elixir by the way.

"Master, I'm sorry to disappoint you. Leng Wuchang shook his head and said with a look of shame.

"You have a clear conscience, why do you need to blame yourself? Cultivating the truth is already full of ups and downs, you have to win without being arrogant, and defeat without being discouraged. Nangong Quan persuaded on the side.

"The disciple has written it down, thank you for the master's teaching!"

Nangong Quan nodded, his figure flashed, and he left the arena with impermanence.

......

"Alas, it's really disappointing, the huge Heavenly Sword Sect can't find a decent opponent. The corpse looked around, and said cool words with a sloppy face.

"Hey, I don't know who these fairies are? Corpse Luo suddenly stared at Dongfang Ruyi and Ying Piaopiao with his dead fish eyes.

"Senior sister, what kind of dog is barking?" Wang An was suddenly surprised when he heard this, and he couldn't find an excuse to teach them a lesson, and he didn't expect them to come to the door by themselves.

"Hehe, I don't know, probably what kind of wild dog it is!" Dongfang Ruyi comprehended, and said to Wang An smartly.

"Senior brother, why don't you let me meet him for a while......" Ying Piaopiao's eyes rolled slightly under the veil, and there was an urge in his heart to meet the chief disciple of the Corpse Demon Sect for a while.

Seeing Wang An's style of not giving face to the corpse, all the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect were stunned for a while.

When Xiao Hai saw this situation, his heart was in a dilemma, and he was in a dilemma for a while, he hoped that someone could teach the corpses a good lesson, but at the same time he was afraid of hurting them.

"You kid is simply looking for death, and a little Qi Refining Cultivator dares to speak disrespectfully to me. Corpse Luo was suddenly blown up and stared at Wang An viciously.

"Senior sister, I'm sure you can easily defeat him, but what about adding another late-stage foundation refining corpse? Wang An stood up and said undeniably.

"Dead zombie, wait, I'll go down and beat you up right away. Wang An looked at the corpse Luo in the field with contempt.

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and as soon as Wang An's words came out, the disciples of the Corpse Demon Sect opposite Corpse Luo turned pale, feeling like eating a dead mouse.

The disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect shouted excitedly.

"This junior brother said it well!"

"Beat him up!"

"The head of Nangong doesn't mind me going down, right?" Wang An still came to Nangong Quan to ask for his opinion.

"Senior brother, you ...... The people of the Corpse Demon Gate hate you to the core, Corpse Luo is a monk who builds the ninth layer of the foundation, it is dangerous for you to go down, if you have any mistakes, it is difficult for me to explain to Senior Han. Nangong Quan was stunned for a moment, and then said.

"I don't have to worry about this. Wang An hugged his fists and walked off the stage instead.

Coming to the edge of the arena, Wang An turned over and jumped into the arena with a harrier.

"Truly, there are really people who are not afraid of death. Corpse Luo looked at Wang An, and a cruel smile appeared on his lips.

"Your Excellency is not afraid of the wind flashing your tongue!" Wang An said disapprerovingly.

"Hmph, look for death!"

I saw that the corpse Luo's whole body was covered with a gray halo, and his figure flashed in front of Wang An.

Before anyone arrived, a heavy pressure poured into Wang An, and a fishy smell that made people vomit in the air came to his face.

"Although the Corpse Demon Gate is mainly based on refining corpses, this cultivation is not bad!" Feeling the momentum of the other party's Hanhai Ruyuan, Wang An was slightly shocked in his heart, this momentum was comparable to the third-level demon beasts he had encountered before.

Wang An's figure was blurred for a while, and the next moment he appeared three meters away, only to see a powerful momentum suddenly appear on his body, and his whole person was instantly shrouded in yellow light.

These rays of light contain great power, masculine and sacrosanct, and seem to have an inexplicable coercion, the corpse's yin and evil aura meets Wang Anzu's golden body's domineering masculine aura, as if the mouse has seen a cat.

"Hmm!"

Corpse Luo was shocked when he saw this, Wang An gave him the feeling that he was close to the late stage of foundation building, and his weird exercises still faintly restrained his corpse demon Xuan Gong, is he still a qi refining cultivator?

"Who are you? Corpse Luo said with gloomy eyes, he already had a trace of jealousy for Wang An in his heart.

"Haha, no nonsense, I'm just a nobody, you don't have to worry. Wang An said nonchalantly.

As soon as the words fell, Wang An threw several punches at the other party in a gesture, and the fist momentum was like a mountain, and a groundbreaking, ancient, and mysterious aura lingered around the arena.

Corpse Luo's eyes flashed, and instead of advancing and retreating, his hands turned into layers of palm shadows and rushed towards Wang An.

"Boom!"

The shadow of the fist and the shadow of the palm were intertwined and earth-shattering, the aura was turbulent, and everyone in the stands was shocked.

The gray aura of the corpse Luo met Wang An's earth-splitting fist and was not advantageous at all, and the two of them fought hard.

The two of them parted with a touch, and the aura was still flickering in the air.

Wang An retreated about a zhang, and the corpse Luo only retreated about two meters, but at this moment, he looked at his slightly blackened palm with a blue face.

"Are you a physical cultivator?" Looking at Wang An, who was unscathed, Corpse Luo couldn't help but ask.

"Sort of. Wang An shook his head, nodded again, and said.

Wang An flew close to the corpse again, his fists shot like lightning, and the yellow fist shadows shot horizontally.

As a cultivator of the ninth layer of the foundation, Corpse Luo was naturally not to be outdone, and if a small Qi Refining Cultivator could not take it down by himself, then he would naturally become the laughing stock of the entire Heavenly Fire Domain.

Wang An saw the corpse Luo rushing towards him, smiled coldly, raised his arms, and the fire snake flew in the air, and the wind blade was fierce..... All sorts of spells popped and flew towards the corpses.

"Damn, damn .... It's all consummation-level spells. The corpse Luo didn't check for a while, and was immediately disgraced by Wang An's spell, and the clothes on his body were burned to tatters by the fire snake.

Wang An chuckled, raised his fist again, and immediately burst out, with a thunderous momentum, fiercely enveloping the corpse.

Corpse Luo's eyes narrowed slightly, turned into a palm like a knife, and the powerful aura surged, slamming into Wang An's fist fiercely, with a loud bang, all the visions turned into spiritual energy fragments.

Corpse Luo's body shook slightly, and then Wang An pinched the spell, and the spell came again, and Corpse Luo saw Wang An with a strange smile on his face through the scattered aura.

He secretly said in his heart that he was going to suffer, and hurriedly flew backwards with a flash of his body.

said that it was too late, a cold light flashed in front of the corpse, although he reacted very quickly, but he intuitively felt a cold waist, and the next moment a shallow scar appeared.

"You're not just a physical cultivator, you're also a sword cultivator. Corpse Luo looked gloomily at the long sword that returned to Wang An's hand again.