Zong Zhuoyuan was not in a hurry, came to the middle of the venue, and stood still in front of Zong Jianping.

Zong Jianping had a long sword in his hand, and there were faint lines of auspicious clouds on the sword body, but there was no armor on his body, and he arched his hand at Zong Zhuoyuan.

"Qingyun Sword!" someone in the audience shouted.

"The dowry brought by his mother back then, it is said that this sword can double the true yuan issued by the user!"

"I said that this Zong Jianping is only a third-layer cultivator of the Fusion God, why is he so confident in Zong Zhuoyuan, who is the fourth layer of the Fusion God, it turns out that he has a sword in his hand!"

When Lin You and the others heard that this Qingyun Sword could actually double the user's true yuan, they all showed a greedy look on their faces, and they didn't worry about Zong Zhuoyuan.

Zong Zhuoyuan in the field also heard the discussion outside the field, and his face changed slightly.

At this time, Zong Jianping spoke: "Seventh brother, please!"

Before the words fell, the long sword in his hand was handed out, and a sword shadow pounced on Zong Zhuoyuan.

With Zong He's previous experience, Zong Jianping will never let Zong Zhuoyuan take the lead.

"No forgiveness is shattered!" Zong Zhuoyuan snorted coldly, and the white light of the sword suddenly rose, facing the sword shot by Zong Jianping.

"Bang!", Zong Jianping's sword light disappeared, but Zong Zhuoyuan's body retreated seven or eight meters before he stood still.

A sword bolt forced Zong Zhuoyuan to retreat seven or eight meters with his sword, and the power of this Qingyun Sword was really extraordinary.

Zong Jianping didn't hesitate at all, and his body rushed towards Zong Zhuoyuan's direction like a meteor.

At this time, Lin You and the others had worried looks on their faces.

"Huh!", Zong Zhuoyuan's body just stopped, and he took out a long sword at his feet, and suddenly flew several meters high.

Zong Jianping's long sword stabbed, but he pounced.

Zong Zhuoyuan in the air suddenly fell into the air, Yukong's long sword was put away, but his body swooped down straight towards Zong Jianping below.

Lin You, Wei Jia and Song Qun were stunned, wasn't this the trick that Ming Cheng used that day! This Zhuo Yuan actually moved it over.

Of course, Ming Cheng is a cultivator in the spiritual period, and Zong Zhuoyuan will not be able to achieve the unity of man and machine.

Zong Jianping's body fluttered into the air, and his reaction was not slow, and then he quickly retreated backwards.

Zong Zhuoyuan's long sword broke through the air, and the speed was much faster than him.

Zong Jianping, who was retreating, flipped his wrist, and the Qingyun Sword was white, protecting his whole body.

Zong Zhuoyuan's body twisted in mid-air, rolling and rushing towards the light curtain.

The body turned in a big circle, and the unforgiving sword true yuan was agitated, and in the air, a fan-like sword shadow broke towards Zong Jianping's body protection sword yuan from top to bottom.

Lin You stood up, his eyes widened, damn, isn't this Lao Tzu's move to break through the Ming Cheng defense!

It's just that the fan sent out by Zong Zhuoyuan is much bigger than Lin You!

Seeing that the fan was about to touch Zong Jianping's sword element, Zong Zhuoyuan's wrist was violently exerted again, and in an instant, the unforgiving sword was dazzling, and the edge of the entire fan almost became transparent.

This fan was upright, and it brushed straight towards Zong Jianping's body protection sword element.

"Poof... Whew!"

The sword yuan in front of Zong Jianping tore a hole, and as the fan fell vertically, the hole became bigger and bigger.

At this time, Zong Zhuoyuan's body also fell to the ground.

The figure flashed, and Zong Zhuo was far away.

Zong Jianping was the only one standing in the field, and the protective sword yuan in front of him began to slowly dissipate from the cracked opening.

Finally, everyone outside the venue saw it clearly.

Where Jian Yuan disappeared, Zong Zhuoyuan's figure was revealed.

I saw a black ancient sword in his hand, which was placed horizontally on Zong Jianping's neck.

"You! lost!" Zong Zhuoyuan said coldly.

Zong Jianping looked surprised, but nodded and took the Qingyun Sword in his hand.

Zong Zhuoyuan retreated, withdrew five or six meters away, and also put away the unforgiving sword.

Zong Ying walked into the middle of the field, glanced at Zong Zhuoyuan with appreciation, and said, "Seventh Prince Zong Zhuoyuan wins!"

"Okay!" some of the outer disciples in the audience shouted.

Zong Jianping saluted Zong Ying, turned around and walked down.

Zong Ying looked at Zong Zhuoyuan, but his face showed a little worry, and he said, "Seventh Prince, it's time for you to choose an opponent!"

Wei Jia was dissatisfied in the audience: "How can this work, if Zhuo Yuan wins another game, wouldn't he challenge all the competitors alone, damn, it's too unfair!"

At this time, Zong Ying on the stage said in a low voice: "Seventh Prince, are you okay?"

Zong Zhuoyuan nodded: "It's okay, you can fight!"

However, Zong Ying had an old vision and saw that Zong Zhuoyuan's true yuan consumption was at least more than half.

"Take some pills!" Zong Ying said: "You have fought two battles in a row, you should replenish the true yuan!"

Zong Zhuoyuan shook his head: "Uncle Shadow, no need!"

Zongying shook his head and walked out of the field.

Zong Zhuoyuan raised his head and said: "Zhuoyuan is not talented, I am willing to fight with Zong Shufan!"

Lin You was shocked in his heart, this guy came up and challenged the strongest of the remaining two.

Zong Shufan, like Zong Zhuoyuan, is also the fourth layer of the Fusion God Period.

I saw Zong Shufan slowly walking into the middle of the field, and said to Zong Zhuoyuan: "Seventh brother, I'm offended!"

After speaking, the long sword in his hand was sacrificed, but it was an ordinary green sword.

As soon as his body moved, he stabbed towards Zong Zhuoyuan at a rapid pace.

The white glow emitted from the cyan long sword was not as weak as Zong Zhuoyuan.

Surprisingly, this time Zong Zhuoyuan did not attack first.

The unforgiving sword in his hand was handed forward, standing still, staring at the oncoming Zong Shufan.

Seeing that Zong Shufan was only three or four meters away from Zong Zhuoyuan, Zong Zhuoyuan made a move.

"Poof!" a mouthful of blood spurted onto the Wushu Sword, and then his body rushed towards Zong Shufan.

Suddenly, Zong Zhuoyuan turned into a blood-red shadow, and the long sword was red, and he rushed towards Zong Shufan's white mang.

"Bang!", the red shadow did not move, but Zong Shufan's figure flew more than ten meters away before he staggered to a steady footing.

And the bright red light and shadow in front of Zong Zhuoyuan's side slowly faded, and the blood red in his eyes gradually disappeared, returning to his original appearance.

"Demon bloodline! Zong Zhuoyuan has demon blood!"

"Isn't it!"

There was an uproar in the audience, and suddenly the whole audience was in chaos.

"Quiet!" With a loud roar, Zong Zhujie stood up, shaking the ears of the people in the audience.

The field suddenly calmed down, even quieter than before.

"Go on the field!" Zong Zhujie looked at the two of them in the field, turned around and sat down.

At this time, Zong Shufan on the field bowed to Zong Zhuoyuan and said, "Thank you for the mercy of Brother Qi's men, the younger brother admits defeat!"

The disciples in the audience were puzzled, and their subordinates showed mercy, but they didn't see it!

But Zong Zhujie and several elders certainly understood that if it weren't for Zong Zhuoyuan's delay in triggering the bloodline of the demon clan, Zong Shufan would have been seriously injured at this time.

Sun Qing looked at Zong Zhujie at this time: "The seventh prince can use his demonic control freely, I said why does the head of the family value him so much, so that's the case!"

Zong Zhujie smiled and did not speak.

At this time, Zong Zhuoyuan also bowed to Zong Shufan: "My true yuan is insufficient, so I have to make this decision!"

Zong Shufan smiled: "I still want to thank Brother Seventh for your mercy!" After speaking, he gave a salute: "Little brother went down first!"

Zong Zhuoyuan nodded.

Zong Shufan turned around and walked off the field, returned to his place and sat down.

There was silence in the arena, and everyone looked at Tenth Prince Zonglin.

He was the only one left.

Zonglin, the three-layer cultivation of the gods.

I saw Zong Lin stand up, smiled at Zong Zhuoyuan on the stage, and said loudly: "Seventh brother, don't compare, even if you have fought three times, I may not be able to win, I admit defeat." ”

After speaking, he immediately sat down calmly and looked at Zong Zhuoyuan in the field.

Zong Zhuoyuan was expressionless, slowly walked off the field, and returned to Lin You and the three!

"Yay!" Wei Jia raised his head and stepped forward to hug Zong Zhuoyuan.

Zong Zhuoyuan's expression changed, and he was about to push Wei Jia away, only to feel a hand reach out to his mouth.

The palm of his hand was spread out, and a pill of Hui Yuan Dan was sent into his own mouth, and Wei Jia's voice sounded in his ears: "Hurry up, no one can see it!"

Zong Zhuoyuan opened his mouth, swallowed Hui Yuandan, and said, "Thank you!"

Wei Jia let go of his hand and said, "Damn, it's said that it's a competition with each other, but it's your own performance, I think there is a conspiracy! Maybe they just want to lose your true yuan, so that we will be embarrassed when we fight against the elders below!"

With that, the two walked back to their seats.

"Good!

"Good!"

The disciples behind Zong Zhuoyuan shouted loudly.

Wei Jia stood up and turned around and clasped his fists and saluted repeatedly: "Thank you, thank you for your support!"

It was as if he had won.