boom!

The momentum of the two of them exploded to the extreme instantly.

"Go to the world!"

Zhao Zhixun's sword rose and fell, just in the blink of an eye.

But at this moment, he was like an immortal king, and the sword in his hand represented his supreme will.

Wherever the sword edge goes, no matter the monks, demons, ghosts and monsters, they will surrender to this sword.

"Flying immortal with one sword!"

Almost at the same time, the sword in Murong Longchen's hand also stabbed forward.

That sword seemed to be able to travel through the nine heavens.

Kill all the gods and Buddhas of the heavens to the mortal world!

In the world, no one can resist such a sword.

Rumble!!!

Two sword lights collided in the air and produced a huge explosion!

I saw a huge aperture, with a terrifying aftermath, spreading like a small mushroom cloud.

The entire square also vibrated violently.

Some unexpected disciples, under this violent shock, were directly overwhelmed.

Several cracks appeared on the defensive formation that enveloped the ring, as if they would be shattered by this aftermath in the next second.

Fortunately, the monks sitting in the stands were all first-class strong men.

Just a light pat, the vibration dissipated.

The senior leaders of the Supreme Sword Sect couldn't help but lit up, just as if they were looking at a treasure, looking into the arena.

Elder Seven looked at the eyes of the fellows and his heart trembled.

Damn, these guys are trying to hit me and these two little babies, right?

The true masters' eyelids are thrusting, although they have experienced several internal competitions.

What's more, there are those who have surpassed the heroes for three consecutive years.

But what they can be sure of is that they definitely did not have such terrifying strength when they were in the Nascent Soul Realm.

What a terrifying young man!

Only Qin Hao was drinking wine leisurely, and his face was filled with a comfortable expression.

Finally, I saw a decent battle.

Seeing Qin Hao's performance, Gan Zhenduo whispered: "Master, can you still stand it?"

"Aren't you worried about Daxun?"

Qin Hao smiled and said, "What are you afraid of and you can't die? No matter what you win or lose in this battle, it will be a good experience for Ah Xun."

"After all, no one can be invincible all the way."

Gan Zhenduo: "..."

Master, you are so heart-wrenching. I have suppressed 10 million medium-grade spirit stones on Daxun.

Although I don’t have much money, I don’t want to lose money!

After the vibration is over.

The dazzling sword light also disappeared.

There was also a ring that disappeared with the sword light.

Everyone looked towards the direction of the previous ring, and a huge deep pit came into view.

In the deep pit.

Zhao Zhixun's face was covered in blood, and his spiritual robe had become ragged.

Even the crown on his head was cracked.

Even so, he still stood there majestic, and the sword he held in his hand was still not put down.

Blood slid along the hilt of the sword to the tip of the sword and slowly landed on the ground.

And Murong Longchen opposite him is not as good as that.

Murong Longchen was kneeling on one knee, with his hair disheveled, and his clothes were ragged.

He held the sword tightly in one hand, forcing himself to prevent himself from falling down.

There was a strong fighting spirit in his pair of green eyes, and several times he tried to stand up.

But the crippled body was no longer able to support him.

The referee on the side looked at the two quietly without announcing the results.

After a long time, Murong Longchen spoke, "I lost this battle."

"But my Feixian sword did not lose. The loss was only because I was on the road of swordsmanship, and I did not go far without you!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone turned their attention to Zhao Zhixun.
Chapter completed!