In a blink of an eye, the final battle of the early group arrived.

Song Xuan vs. Song Wenjia.

Both of them are currently maintaining a record of winning all the time. Whoever wins in this battle will be the first.

"Brother Wen Jia, defeat him."

"Defeat that cruel person!"

"Yes, it's too much to beat him."

...

As soon as the two of them came on stage, the family disciples they supported were completely one-sided. Only one Song Tianyou was stalking his neck, resisting the anger of a group of people, supporting Song Xuan.

On stage.

"I will fight for Song Wei and the others in this battle."

Song Wenjia gritted her teeth and stared at Song Xuan, and said angrily: "It's just a competition between the same clan. You're too much. Since that's the case, I won't show mercy in this battle."

Song Xuan sneered and said, "You and I know something. I want to ruin me? Just take action, there is no need to make these excuses."

"Hmph, Song Wei and the others are my brothers. If you dare to treat him like this, of course I have to settle the score with you, so why do you need to make excuses?"

Song Wenjia snorted angrily, and then did not give Song Xuan a chance to continue speaking. He held a sword in his right hand, and a green sword light appeared on the long sword, and he stabbed Song Xuan decisively at his speed.

Almost in an instant, the long sword approached Song Xuan.

"snort!"

Seeing this, Song Xuan remained calm and his face unfolded. When he exerted the Thunder Fist, his fists were red, as if blood was filled with energy.

Not only did Song Xuan not take a step back, but his body accelerated violently and made a mistake in his footwork. Before Song Wenjia could react, Song Xuan's body was already pressed against the side of the long sword, and then punched the sword.

Bang!

The long sword was smashed open, and the green sword light was instantly defeated. Then, a force came from the long sword, and Song Wenjia felt that he could hardly hold the sword.

"Um?"

At the same time, Song Xuan looked at his fist after a punch, and there was a small hole in his mind, and said intimately: "It seems that Song Wenjia's sword skills are extraordinary. Just the sword light actually broke through my flesh."

"Hmph, I underestimated you."

Song Wenjia put away the contempt in his heart. Before, Song Xuan and Song Wei fought, and the winner was decided in the blink of an eye, and they didn't even see clearly.

I thought that no matter how strong he was, he was just stronger than the third level of ordinary spirit refining, but unexpectedly, just after fighting, he was at a disadvantage with his cultivation level close to the fourth level of spirit refining.

"Come again!"

The next moment, Song Wenjia changed his tactics and did not get too close to Song Xuan. Instead, he swung his sword and slashed, and shot out sword lights and launched a long-range attack.

Song Xuan did not dare to be careless and used the method of catching wind and shadow to the extreme. He moved with the wind on the ring, as if dancing, but that was the case, he avoided all Song Wenjia's attacks one by one.

"impossible!"

Song Wenjia couldn't believe it, and never expected that Song Xuan's body movement would be so fast.

"Song Xuan's catching wind and shadows has already begun."

Some people below the stage moved their hearts. Although they did not see how much Song Xuan's body movement improved from the previous battle, they all knew it at this moment.

As for the innate masters on the stage, they were all silent, obviously they had known it for a long time.

...

"Chichi..."

Song Wenjia did not give Song Xuan a chance to get close, and accelerated the attack. One sword light after another flew out, crossing each other and slashing towards Song Xuan.

Song Xuan used his body skills, avoiding the attack of the sword light while waiting for an opportunity to move.

Bang bang...

Sword lights hit the ring, and white marks suddenly appeared on the ring, and even some stone chips appeared.

Song Xuan was secretly shocked.

You should know that the stone used in the arena is sandstone crystal, which is a very hard stone. Song Wenjia's sword light can leave traces on it, and its attack power can be said to be very strong.

This made Song Xuan even more reluctant.

After a while, Song Xuan couldn't find the opportunity, but Song Wenjia was in a tide of offensive force.

"It seems unrealistic to want to win if you don't get hurt."

Thinking of this, the next moment, Song Xuan seized an opportunity and rushed over in an instant with a sword light.

Just as the sword light was about to be cut on Song Xuan's left chest, Song Xuan's left fist did not dodge or avoid it, and punched him straight on the sword light.

"puff!"

In an instant, a deep bone-sighted wound appeared on Song Xuan's left fist, and blood suddenly shot out and sprayed on the ring.

Not only that, with a slap, the sleeves on the entire arm were completely broken.

Some scars on his arm that had not yet completely faded were exposed to everyone's eyes, causing the patriarch Song Xingde on the stage to directly slash the handle of the chair. The innate aura was as powerful as the sea of ​​rage.

The people around him were so scared that they were frightened and their faces changed.

...

"Brother Xuan, be careful!" Song Tianyou exclaimed in surprise from the audience.

Song Xuan ignored this and flashed his body and appeared directly in front of Song Wenjia. His right fist was flashing with a blood-red light and punched him at Song Wenjia's chest.

"not good!"

Song Wenjia was startled, but also reacted quickly, blocking his chest with a long sword.

With a bang, the fist and the sword striking.

Dada dada...

Song Wenjia was directly repelled several steps. Even if there was a long sword blocking her chest, a piercing pain came, making Song Wenjia unable to help but grin.

And when Song Wenjia subconsciously swept towards his long sword, his eyes widened.

I saw a tiny crack appearing on the long sword.

Song Wenjia didn't have time to be surprised, and at this time, Song Xuan rushed over again.

"drink!"

Song Wenjia retreated quickly, and at the same time endured the pain in his chest. The sword was swung again, and the vitality in his body was transported to the sword wildly, and sword lights slashed out again.

As a result, Song Xuan paused slightly, but rushed forward again against the sword light and never avoided it.

As the two of them advanced and retreated, Song Xuan's body movements were obviously faster.

puff!

Once again, Song Xuan was injured in his left fist, and likewise, Song Xuan punched Song Wenjia in the chest.

However, this time, Song Wenjia was prepared. He waved his long sword and a sword light slashed out from the slanting slash, forcing Song Xuan to withdraw his fist to avoid it.

But while Song Xuan was avoiding, his body did not retreat at all. He shook his left slightly and endured the injuries on his left fist. When Song Wenjia waved his sword and had not yet recovered it, he punched it and attacked Song Wenjia's right hand holding the sword.

"roll!"

Song Wenjia roared angrily, retreated his right arm back, and put the long sword on his side, and cut the sword blade towards Song Xuan's left fist.

Song Xuan held his left hand and turned his right hand into a palm, slapped the sword with one palm.

Song Wenjia did not react slowly, and the long sword turned around and pointed the blade at Song Xuan's right palm.

However, this time, Song Xuan did not hold back his palm, but turned his palm into claws and grabbed the long sword.

Puff...

The long sword swallowed and spitted the sword light. Suddenly, Song Xuan's mouth cracked, and the flesh on his five fingers cracked directly, and his whole hand was covered with blood in an instant.

In response to this, Song Xuan's expression did not change at all. He took this opportunity to knock out his left fist and almost instantly hit Song Wenjia's chest.

However, Song Wenjia's experience was extremely experienced. He knew that he could not avoid this punch. At the same moment, his left fist also punched Song Xuan in the chest.

"snort."

Both of them groaned almost at the same time, and both were injured.

However, Song Wenjia was even more injured, and his boxing skills were far from comparable to Song Xuan.

After each punched, their bodies fell backwards with the force, but neither of them let go of the sword. Therefore, after their bodies suddenly stopped, they launched an attack again.

Even though Song Wenjia felt that his chest was about to explode, he still used his martial arts crazily, inputting his vitality into the long sword, trying to cut off Song Xuan's palm.

Chih!

The sword light became even more intense, and the flesh and blood on Song Xuan's right palm exploded instantly, blurring, but he grabbed the sword tightly.

Song Xuan gritted his teeth, unfolded his body, moved his body to the left, and turned around Song Wenjia's body, taking the initiative.

The left fist hit Song Wenjia's chest again.
To be continued...