"I'll do it. Looking at Wang Kun in the center of the square, among the disciples of the Tanglin Sword Vein, a figure stepped out.

This person's name is Chen Hu, as his name suggests, exuding a fierce aura all over his body, like a tiger and a leopard. Cultivation is the second-grade death realm, and its strength is also quite strong in the same level. With him in the first battle, everyone has no opinion.

"Senior Brother Chen Hu, come on. Feng Rou shouted crisply, waving her small fist at the same time. Chen Hu smiled at Feng Rou, then stomped on the ground with the soles of his feet, his body rose vertically, and landed in the center of the square.

When the figure fell, Chen Hu also took a deep breath, then looked at Wang Kun with a solemn face, and said, "Senior Brother Wang Kun, please." ”

Wang Kun smiled faintly, stretched out one hand, bent his five fingers, and said, "Please!"

Chen Hu's eyes became solemn, faintly with a fierce light flickering, he didn't hesitate, the mysterious power around his body directly burst out at this time, and between the roars, faintly turned into a fierce shadow of a saber-toothed tiger, entrenched above his head.

A violent and oppressive ferocity raged in this space. A sharp and heavy sword aura swirled around him.

Obviously, facing Wang Kun, Chen Hu did not have the slightest carelessness. As a disciple of the Four Holy Sects, he naturally knew the latter's strength.

In the face of Chen Hu's fierce momentum, Wang Kun's eyes flashed with indifference, and the corners of his mouth slowly provoked a smile full of disdain.

Seeing Wang Kun's expression, Chen Hu's brows were also furrowed, and he immediately snorted coldly, and the soles of his feet stomped on the ground, only to see that the saber-toothed tiger phantom entrenched above his head suddenly let out a roaring sound, and then his body swept out, and with a dip in his palm, a heavy sword qi like a substance was pressing the void, and stabbed towards Wang Kun fiercely.

"Boom!"

The heavy sword qi, like a training, swept through the void mightily, and then contained terrifying power, bombarding Wang Kun as fast as lightning. The power is so great that the void makes a sharp sound. The sword qi passed by, directly leaving a deep mark on the ground of the square.

As soon as this Chen Hu made a move, he showed a strong combat power. With this blow, even an ordinary second-grade death realm powerhouse would be forced to retreat in embarrassment.

However, in the face of Chen Hu's fierce offensive, Wang Kun was indifferent and looked unnervous. When the sword qi was about to crash down on him, his palm slowly lifted, and then pressed down towards the void in front of him.

In the next moment, the sound of a bell ringing like a flood bell suddenly resounded under his palm. Between the invisible sound waves, the calm void is flooded with ripples like layers of water waves.

The ripples spread, and in the invisible sound waves, there seems to contain a strange wave that cannot be compared. In the midst of that kind of turbulence, it was shocking that Chen Hu's heavy sword qi collapsed inch by inch, and disappeared into invisibility.

"Wow!"

Around the square, there was an exclamation suddenly, and everyone could see that Chen Hu's offensive could be said to be extremely violent, and the disciples of the Tanglin Sword Vein were known for their strong killing power, otherwise they would not be able to occupy the position of leader for several consecutive terms. So no one thought that Wang Kun's seemingly casual palm would be able to directly resolve Chen Hu's offensive.

"What?"

That Chen Hu was also startled, and then his eyes became deep, and his hands suddenly closed, only to see the fierce figure of the saber-toothed tiger entrenched above his head, and directly burst out with a breathtaking roar, and then a tiger claw was raised and slammed down. Suddenly, a huge sword qi slammed down towards Wang Kun.

Such an offensive was simple, rough and direct, and when that sword qi fell, a hideous deep scar was directly torn off the ground of the square.

"You smash one more and show me!" Chen Hu's eyes were fierce, and this blow obviously used all his strength.

Hearing Chen Hu's loud shout, the corners of Wang Kun's mouth seemed to set off a sarcastic arc. In the next moment, I saw that his hands suddenly sealed, and the dazzling light rose to the sky, and then directly turned into a huge giant bell, descending, and actually shrouded Chen Hu directly.

"Boom!"

The deafening sound of the ancient bell sounded, and the void there suddenly twisted. Chen Hu's blow was directly blocked by the giant bell. Above the giant bell, there were layers of ripples, but they resisted all that terrifying sword qi.

"Humph!"

Wang Kun let out a cold snort from his mouth, and then his body moved, and he teleported to the front of the ancient bell. A pair of palms lifted up and slammed into the ancient bell.

"Bell!"

A huge bell rang out, piercing through the golden cracked clouds. Among the many disciples of the Four Holy Sects standing around the square, many of their faces changed abruptly, faintly pale. The spread of that kind of sound wave made their hearts throb, and the mysterious power in their bodies seemed to show signs of instability.

They are still like this, let alone Chen Hu who is in the middle of it? Chen Hu's face turned white and his throat squirmed. His lips were tightly closed, apparently suppressing the mouthful of blood that had rushed to his lips. However, a thread of blood still overflowed from the corner of his lips.

"It's hard enough, but I think you can hold it a few times!" Wang Kun sneered, and his hands fell again. Suddenly, the sound of the bell rang endlessly, and Chen Hu, who was in it, trembled violently, trembling like chaff. Then the suppressed blood in his mouth could no longer be controlled, and it spurted out directly.

Looking at Chen Hu who was spurting blood from his mouth, Wang Kun's eyes became extremely cold, and then his body turned into a blurred light and shadow, and he actually appeared directly in front of Chen Hu.

Chen Hu's face suddenly changed drastically, his hands were folded, and the surging Xuan Power roared out, directly covering his body, forming a set of defensive light armor.

"What's the use of this kind of thing!" However, Wang Kun's eyes were full of sarcasm, and a bright light was released from his palms. Then he crossed two arcs in the void and landed directly on Chen Hu's chest.

When the palms of those hands landed on Chen Hu's chest, the pupils in Chen Hu's eyes shrank suddenly, and a look of horror appeared in his eyes.

"Bang!"

A low sonic boom sounded, and a circle of circular ripples spread out under Wang Kun's palm. And the Xuanqi light armor on Chen Hu's body exploded out one after another twisted cracks like broken glass, and then fell down piece by piece. Finally, two palm prints emerge on his chest.

"Poof!"

Chen Hu raised his head to the sky and spewed out a puff of blood mist, and his sturdy body pushed the golden mountain to fall on his back like a jade pillar, and finally fell to the ground.

"Wow!"

Around the square, there was a dead silence at first, and then the exclamations swept like a tide. Many disciples looked at Wang Kun with shocked eyes. Especially the people of the Tanglin Sword Vein, it was even more unbelievable. Who would have thought that Chen Hu would be defeated so easily by Wang Kun.

The two sides fought, but in just a few rounds, Chen Hu was completely defeated by Wang Kun's men. And that Wang Kun showed amazing strength.

On the high platform, looking at the wind of this scene, his eyebrows couldn't help frowning slightly. That Wang Kun's attack is not heavy, Chen Hu at this moment, although he did not hurt the root, but he lost his combat power. And it seems that the injury will take at least half a year of recuperation before it will be completely recovered.

"Hehe, Wang Kun is eager to win, and his attack is inevitably heavier. Don't mind raising the head of the vein, I will definitely reprimand him when I get back. Nanling Zhong Yuan, the head of the vein, said.

"It's okay, between hands, injuries are inevitable. Feng Qingyang glanced back at Zhong Yuan and spoke.

Immediately, Feng Qingyang raised his voice and said: "In the first game, Nanling Zhongmai Wang Kun won. ”

On the square, Wang Kun bowed to Feng Qingyang, and on the side, someone came to the stage and carried Chen Hu, who fell to the ground.

After winning one game, Wang Kun did not continue to fight again, but withdrew. Immediately after, another figure fell down, then looked in the direction of the Tanglin Sword Vein, and said, "Xiling Buddha Vein Xie Yun, please teach the senior brother of the Tanglin Sword Vein." ”

Xie Yun, who was the second to play, actually challenged the Tanglin Sword Vein again.

"I'm coming!"

In the crowd of disciples of the Tanglin Sword Vein, someone shouted, and immediately a figure fell in the center of the square.

"It's Senior Brother Wei Qing!" shouted from the crowd. The figure who fell into the square, named Wei Qing, was also a leader in the Tanglin Sword Vein. His cultivation is a second-grade death realm, and he is about to correspond to Xie Yun of the Xiling Buddha lineage.

"Senior Brother Wei Qing, come on!" Many disciples of the Tanglin Sword Vein saw Wei Qing fighting, and they all shouted and cheered for him.

"It turned out to be Senior Brother Wei Qing, then wait a minute, please be merciful to Senior Brother Wei Qing's subordinates. Xie Yun looked at Wei Qing opposite and smiled faintly. Although the words were polite, the look in his eyes was extremely disdainful.

"Stop talking nonsense and do it. Wei Qing said coldly, obviously because of the previous battle between Wang Kun and Chen Hu, he was holding back a fire in his heart.

"Hehe, then Senior Brother Wei Qing please. Xie Yunpi looked at Wei Qing with a smile and said lightly. That demeanor reveals an undisguised arrogance.

A flash of anger flashed in Wei Qing's eyes, and then he didn't speak, his palm was raised, and a long sword appeared in his hand. The fierce sword qi roared out from its body, shaking the Eight Desolations.

"Be careful!" Wei Qing let out a low sigh, and then his body moved, flashing towards Xie Yun like a ghost. The sword qi soared into the sky, pouring towards the latter like a storm.

Obviously, the division is unfavorable and has already lost a game, and this Wei Qing vows to win back a game. As soon as he started, he spared no effort and broke out.

And looking at Wei Qing, who was brazenly launching an offensive, the corners of Xie Yun's mouth flashed with a cold arc. In the depths of his eyes, there seemed to be a strange glow flashing.

(End of chapter)