Just when Song Bingpan spoke out, the giant rock hand appeared in front of him.

He stretched out the giant rock finger and flicked it towards him. A huge force hit Song Bingpan's body, and he flew out of the ring and fell to the ground.

"Zhao Wuhen wins!"

Seeing this scene, there was silence and silence in the auditorium. The next moment, there was a sensation.

"Too strong! Zhao Wuhen is so strong! He is worthy of being the number one evildoer in the Han Dynasty!!!"

"I heard that Zhao Wuhen possesses an earth treasure body and has monstrous combat power. I didn't really believe it before, but now it seems that his combat power is simply unbelievable."

"It's too scary. Song Bingpan is already so powerful that it's scary. But he was killed by Zhao Wuhen in one move. His strength is really terrifying."

"Originally, I thought that the strongest genius in this three-sect competition was Yang Ran, but now it seems that Zhao Wuhen is even better!!"

…

Discussions started one after another, and everyone was very excited.

Li Juemo looked at the handsome and dashing Zhao Wuhen below, his brows finally relaxed, and a smile appeared on his face.

The reason why he agreed to let Yang Ran continue the competition was because without a bastard grandson, he still had a good disciple, Zhao Wuhen!

Dou Demeng finally frowned slightly and thought in his mind: "Awesome! This Zhao Wuhen is indeed worthy of the name of a monster. He is also a peerless genius with great blessings and great luck. Yang Ran's cultivation time is too short, I don't know if it's because

His opponent."

"Senior Brother Song!"

"Senior Brother Song, are you okay?"

"..."

A disciple from the Proud Sword Sect quickly came under the ring, helped Song Bingpan up, and asked with concern.

The disciples of the Proud Sword Sect are far less close than the disciples of the Biyun Sect.

But Song Bingpan's father is Song Jianxin, the leader of the Proud Sword Sect, and they are not willing to perform poorly and be remembered by Song Jianxin.

"I'm fine." Song Bingpan, who was on the ground, pushed away many disciples and coughed out a mouthful of blood. His face turned pale and he stood up slowly. He looked at Zhao Wuhen on the stage, his eyes filled with bitterness:

"It's so perverted. How can this Zhao Wuhen be so strong? It seems that in this competition between the three major sects, there is no doubt that he will win the first place."

Song Bingpan practiced hard for three years and went through several life and death battles before he understood the meaning of the sword in life and death.

He originally thought he could win the first prize among the three major sects in the competition, but he didn't expect that he would be defeated by Zhao Wuhen in one move, which filled his heart with bitterness.

Seeing that Song Bingpan was fine, Song Jianxin breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly he was shocked and guessed the technique that Zhao Wuhen practiced: "Burial in the ground! Could it be that Zhao Wuhen actually cultivated it into the Snow Sword Sect, known as

The first magical skill of Zhenzong, but no one has ever mastered the complete version of the Northern Snow Emperor Heavenly Skill? If that is the case, doesn’t it mean that Zhao Wuhen also has the appearance of a genius?"

The founder of the Snow Knife Sect received the inheritance from the ancient sect, the Snow Sword Sect, and also obtained the Northern Snow Emperor Heavenly Kung Fu from the ancient Snow Sword Sect.

However, although the ancient Snow Sword Sect's sect-suppressing magic technique is extremely mysterious and powerful, the qualifications required for its cultivation are also astonishingly demanding.

The founder of the Snow Knife Sect is also an evil genius with great fortune and great luck.

He created a simplified version of the Northern Snow Emperor Heavenly Kung based on the Northern Snow Emperor Heavenly Kung Fu, and used this technique to dominate one side and create a martial arts sect.

After the Snow Knife Sect was founded, it embraced all rivers and collected top techniques from all over the world, incorporating them into its own martial arts system.

Moreover, there are evil geniuses in the sect who constantly bring forth new ideas, thus forming the modern Snow Knife Sect’s martial arts system.

However, after countless years and countless evil geniuses creating new ones, the power of the techniques they created is not as powerful as the original Northern Snow Emperor Heavenly Technique.

It's not that future generations are not smart enough, it's that the original version of Northern Snow Emperor's Heavenly Kung Fu was created by an ancient power, and future generations of warriors cannot reach that level, so naturally they cannot create more powerful techniques.

The complete version of the Legend of Northern Snow Emperor's Heavenly Kung Fu was also a secret of the ancient Snow Knife Sect in ancient times. Only evil geniuses with the talent of being a genius can successfully practice it.

Zhao Wuhen was able to defeat Song Bingpan with one move. Song Jian couldn't think of any possibility other than him practicing the full version of the Northern Snow Emperor Heavenly Skill.

Yang Ran looked at Zhao Wuhen on the ring, a solemn look flashed in his eyes: "So strong!!! This Zhao Wuhen is really terrifyingly strong. I have made progress over the years, and he has also made progress. It seems that he is the same as him."

The battle will not be as easy as I originally thought."

During these nearly a year, Yang Ran experienced strange encounters, and at the same time, he never stopped practicing hard for almost a moment.

He desperately seized every opportunity he could and finally reached the sixth level of the Ancestor Realm.

Originally, he thought he could easily crush Zhao Wuhen, but he found that his life-and-death enemy had also made rapid progress and was now equally terrifyingly powerful.

Zhao Wuhen was also on the ring overlooking Yang Ran below. He smiled coldly, closed his folding fan, and disappeared from the ring in a flash, returning to the position of the Snow Knife Sect in an instant.

The competition continued, and the following competitions were a bit boring. They were either competing against each other or abstaining.

After two rounds of this, the referee's voice finally came from the ring: "Yang Ran is invincible against Tuoba!"

"Finally here!"

"It's finally here. Tuoba Wudi was the champion of the last competition between the three major sects. Three years have passed, and his strength will only become more powerful. Although Yang Ran has outstanding talent, I'm afraid he will not be his opponent."

"This time, Yang Ran should choose to give up! After all, Tuoba Wudi is a fierce man who attacks extremely ruthlessly. In the last competition, almost none of Tuoba Wudi's opponents walked off the ring intact. Yang Ran is still young.

In a few years, Tuoba Wudi will not be his opponent."

…

Everyone in the martial arts arena suddenly became excited and talked about it.

Yang Ran versus Tuoba Wudi is also the pinnacle battle that they are looking forward to.

Tuoba Wudi didn't have any tricks and jumped onto the ring with a slight leap.

Yang Ran also jumped onto the ring.

Tuoba Wudi stared at Yang Ran, with endless distortion flashing in his eyes, and said in a cold voice: "Yang Ran, you are so stupid for not giving up. You should kneel down in front of me immediately, bark three times like a dog, and then commit yourself.

Cut off an arm and let me seal your Dantian, and you can get out, otherwise, there is only a dead end waiting for you."

The disciples of the Snow Knife Sect were indifferent towards each other, and Tuoba Wudi didn't feel much about the deaths of Mo Danfeng and the others.

But Yang Ran robbed the woman he had booked in public, which made him so angry that he wanted to cut Yang Ran into pieces.

"Trash! Wait until you have the ability to rush past these toys, then talk to me." Yang Ran glanced at Tuoba Wudi, smiled coldly, waved his hand, and with a flash of inspiration, thirty-six powerful puppets suddenly appeared in his head.

in front of me.

Tuoba Wudi was furious in his heart, but his eyes were full of calmness: "Trash? This is the first time someone dares to talk to me like this. Very good, Yang Ran. You are seeking death. You want to anger me. It's useless. I

The angrier you are, the calmer you will be and your strength will become stronger. You are really asking for your own death, you are so stupid!"

"The game begins!"

"Go! Ten Thousand Generals' Blood Refining Formation!" Yang Ran pointed at Tuoba Wudi and ordered.

The thirty-six powerful puppets immediately formed a blood formation of ten thousand generals, and their spiritual power circulated, condensing into a huge five-foot-long spiritual sword and slashing straight towards Tuoba Wudi.

"Break it for me, the beast soul eats the sky!" Tuoba Wudi roared, and the terrifying power in his body that reached the Great Perfection of the Ancient Spirit Realm burst out instantly. He waved his hand, and a two-meter-long red middle-grade spirit-level spirit burst out.

A roll of weapon soul belt.

In an instant, the souls of various types of monsters such as cattle, sheep, pigs, rabbits, wolves, tigers, leopards, snakes, and eagles condensed and twisted, forming a nine-foot-long collection of beast souls that emitted a shrill roar.

body.

As soon as the huge collection of beast souls appeared, it immediately slammed into the huge spiritual knife with endless roars.

boom!

The huge spiritual sword easily cut into the collection of beast souls, and then countless beast souls roared shrilly, biting and gnawing at the huge spiritual sword, and actually began to continuously devour the spiritual power of the spiritual sword, and

Make it impossible for the spiritual sword to advance even an inch.

Yang Ran raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Explode!"
Chapter completed!