After announcing Meng Bai's victory, Yan Chong came to Mu Fei's side, slapped him directly on the shoulder, suppressed the cold poison for him, and then beckoned someone to come up and take him away for treatment.

"Do you want to continue?" Yan Chong asked.

"Go on!" Meng Bai nodded.

"What about the opponent, is it only one place higher, or is it higher?" Yan Chong asked again.

At this moment, after two observations, Yan Chong has already seen that Meng Bai's strength can completely impact the top fifty in the No. 200 ring. Moreover, he is very comprehensive, and there are no obvious flaws in his true qi, physical body, and spirit. Such a good hand, at this age, as long as he tempers himself, he can completely sweep the third-order martial artist.

Although it is said that with Meng Bai's foundation, he will definitely not be in the third order all the time. However, when he was still in the Third Order, if the power of battle operation could be controlled, it would definitely be an extraordinary amount of money. Therefore, Yan Chong treated Meng Bai as a kind, warm, and caring person.

"Be taller! Brother Yan must know better than me in this regard, and it is best to be evenly matched!" Meng Bai replied.

"Okay, you wait a minute!" Yan Chong's gaze swept towards the audience, and the time pointed to a martial artist with a cold and stiff face, and no one should enter, "Brother Yan, you are here this time!"

"Okay, the bloodless sword is good, you should match the Taimen with a real master, so it's fun to fight!"

"It's just that, looking at your previous arrangement, it is obvious that you can't make the family happy!"

......

In the shouts of the local tyrants, the bloodless sword Yan Bufan shook his head and said coldly, "He has consumed a lot, I don't take advantage of this!"

As soon as this remark came out, many people praised Yan Bufan's temperament.

However, Yan Chong ignored this, and said at the time, "Okay, I'll let you go, naturally I have measured the strength of the two of you." In the current situation, the two of you are exactly on the same footing, and whoever kills the deer really depends on the performance on the spot! This kind of opportunity is rare!"

Hearing this, Yan Bufan was slightly shocked, no longer refused, and with a little foot, his body was like an arrow off the string, and he shot straight into the ring.

Bloodless Jian Yan is extraordinary, thirty years old, and ranks ninety-third in the entire No. 200 ring martial arts team. Specifically, it is among the top 10 today. This can already be regarded as a real top master among the third order. However, in Yan Chong's eyes, this is also Meng Bai's two battles in a row, and the consumption is not small, otherwise, he will definitely arrange for him to fight within fifty.

Fly fast, the odds come out. Meng Bai is one to two, and Yan Bufan is one to three.

This result not only made Yan Bufan frown, but also made the local tyrants crazy. They have seen many battles against Yan Bufan, and although Meng Bai is strong, he has already fought two battles in a row. In their opinion, it may be okay for Chen Zhong and Mu Fei to fight another level, but Yan Bufan is absolutely impossible.

There are only a very few people who have won two games in a row because of Meng Bai, but they have a speculative mentality, and they once again pressed on him. However, a considerable part of it also pressed some on Mu Fei at the same time.

After the bet was placed, Yan Chong immediately announced the start of the game.

Yan Bufan didn't have any politeness, and as soon as he could, he pulled out his sword and stabbed at Meng Bai's throat.

That speed is really fast like a light.

The bloodless sword is a compliment to Yan Bufan's sword speed, indicating that the opponent has been stabbed to death before even the blood has flowed out!

At this moment, Meng Bai was also shocked. He has always boasted of light skills, but at this time he can't dodge. Fortunately, he had the divine sense of the wind and his sensing power was extraordinary, but he hurriedly urged the ice armor technique and condensed a touch of armor on his throat.

"Ding—"

With a soft sound, the ice armor was punctured. Fortunately, at that time of buffering, Meng Bai took a step back and was not pierced through his throat by a real sword. However, the awe-inspiring sword qi also tore through his skin, staining his throat a little red.

With Meng Bai's horizontal practice of kung fu, it is actually difficult to stop the edge of the sword qi, which shows the strength of Yan Bufan's sword qi.

Meng Bai naturally didn't dare to be reckless at this time, and immediately prepared to pull out the Immortal Sword and fight against it. However, Yan Bufan's speed was too fast, and his eyes were too vicious, his body rotated around it, and one sword after another stabbed out, like a storm, without half a break.

Meng Bai was completely in passivity, and could only resist and dodge and avoid the vital point. His cold ice armor had only just begun to cultivate, so naturally it was impossible to arm his whole body in an instant and protect it, it could only be one by one, so he couldn't keep up with Yan Bufan's sword speed at all. In the sneering sound, Meng Bai's clothes cracked one after another, ragged, and there were more blood marks on his body.

In such a dangerous situation, Meng Bai was still calm, and the speed of the wind and snow palm increased greatly, mixed with the flick of his fingers, and he intercepted the opponent's long sword more on both hands. This is the place where he first practiced the Ice Armor, which is the fastest and has the strongest protection.

Occasionally, Meng Bai also launched his Xuemang finger and shot out a finger in the air to counterattack Yan Bufan. Although it is said that he failed to shoot once, it also restrained him a little.

Meng Bai firmly believed that his family had a chance to fight back, because Yan Bufan's speed would never last forever.

Sure enough, after almost three more than three minutes, Yan Bufan's sword speed slowed down, but the sword roared loudly between swings, and it seemed that the sharp qi was Dasheng.

With this buffer, Meng Bai instantly turned the knife in his hand, and with a shock, the cloaked knife technique was used.

At that moment, the emerald green sword light suddenly turned into a vast ocean, and rolled towards Yan Bufan. He didn't use the Icefall Knife, although the Icefall Knife was more powerful, but after all, it was a beginner, and it was not smooth. He knew that this was the critical moment for Yan Bufan to ease his qi, and he couldn't give him this opportunity, but he wanted to increase his consumption and limit his speed to the range he could bear.

"Jingle Bell—"

Sure enough, no matter how fast Meng Bai's knife was, he was stopped by Yan Bufan one by one. Faced with this, Meng Bai was not surprised or rejoiced, because this is what he wanted, in terms of strength, Yan Bufan still couldn't compare to him, even if the other party's true qi was more vigorous.

At this moment, the situation was reversed, Meng Bai's knife was pressing, and Yan Bufan retreated step by step. He had to do this, if he didn't unload his strength properly, even if his true qi was fine, his physical strength would not be able to hold it. However, compared to Meng Bai's embarrassment covered in blood just now, he was still much better, at least his clothes were intact and there were no injuries on his body.

Yan Bufan was also thinking in his heart, "When you slow down this round, see how I clean you up?"

However, he kept thinking about it.

Meng Bai's physical strength and true qi were endless, three minutes, five minutes, and a full eight minutes had passed, and Meng Bai's Cloak Knife Technique was still fast and fast, and its power was not inferior to before. This is still the relationship he has fought two times before, if it is in its heyday, Yan Bufan feels that he is afraid that he will despair.

But now, he couldn't wait any longer. has been dragged and consumed like this, he is only afraid that when Meng Bai's offensive eases, he will not be able to launch many sharp attacks. At that time, he inhaled slightly, the true qi rotation accelerated rapidly, and the long sword shook, "Snort-" The two sword qi burst out almost at the same time, slashing towards Meng Bai's chest and abdomen.

Double flying wings, the famous killer move of Feiyan Thirteen Slashes!

Meng Baifeng's divine intent was sensitive, but at this moment, he made a quick decision, gave up the fierce attack, and in front of his sword, the sword flashed twice, blocking these two sword qi.

Rip Wave!

Yan Bufan knew that his consumption was very heavy, and if he still used the previous Qingfeng Shadowless Sword, he would not be able to last long at all, and it would not have a decisive effect. So he decided to take a gamble and solve it quickly.

At this moment, Yan Bufan's whole body shape rose with the sword, just like a flying sword of the immortal family, stabbing on the head, strong and fast.

The sword has not yet arrived, and the sword qi has broken through the air, and the body is about to be split.

It's cold in the twilight of the year!

Feeling that compelling sword aura, Meng Bai had to use his beginner's Ice Waterfall Knife!

Although the sword technique is sluggish, it is fortunate that it does not need to be dexterous at this time, the key is to be strong.

The sword is shining, revealing a foot!

"Bang-"

The sword qi collided, exploded in an instant, scattered the sharp qi, and ravaged Xu Fangyuan, not only the void was chaotic, but even the ring under his feet was also full of deep marks.

Yan Bufan flew upside down into the sky, and as soon as the void turned, he slashed down with his sword again.

Through the sea of clouds!

Meng Bai also did not show weakness, and froze the river, draining all the remaining frozen demon true qi in his body, rising from the ground, and slashing Yan Bufan.

"Bang-"

Another void explosion, turbulence raged, Meng Bai fell off the stage, his upper clothes were completely shattered, and there were a lot of blood marks. And Yan Bufan directly took off his long sword and flew upside down to the edge of the ring. His clothes can still cover his body, but the blood marks are much deeper than Meng Bai's, and the flesh and blood are all covered and dripping with blood.

He tried to get up, but he couldn't.

At this time, Meng Bai strode towards Yan Bufan, and the immortal knife was on his neck.

Seeing this, Yan Chong did not delay his efforts, and directly announced that Meng Bai had won.

Hearing the victory, Meng Bai's heart was relieved, and his body was also stumbling at that time, and he almost fell. At this moment, it is an exaggeration to say that the oil is running out, but it is also extremely tired, and it is difficult to fight again.

This situation is the first time for Meng Bai!

He was not afraid of this, but was a little surprised, because he knew that only this kind of extreme training could be the easiest to improve!