The black-clad deacon shouted loudly: "Start!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Xuan waved his hands and eighteen Qi swords shot out, forming two spiritual Qi swords as thick as arms to head straight for Han Wenshan.

"A little trick to carving insects!" Han Wenshan sneered, and waved his hand and two thick earth talismans turned into small shields to block in front of him. At the same time, he raised his hand and pointed, and the blood-red flying sword rushed straight to Wang Xuan's throat.

The spiritual sword shot on the small shield without any incisive progress. It was constantly consumed by the small shield's defense, while the blood-red flying sword had already reached Wang Xuan, only half a foot away from his throat.

In a critical moment, Wang Xuan was about to retreat, and at the same time, three thick earth talismans turned into small shields to block in front of him. The flying sword hit the small shield, and the small shield shattered layer by layer. Wang Xuan waved his hand and sacrificed three thick earth talismans, which blocked the flying sword, but the huge impact force blasted Wang Xuan and the small shield several feet away. Wang Xuan barely stood still, and blood was overflowing from the corner of his mouth, and he was actually injured.

At this time, Wang Xuan's spiritual sword also turned into crystal light and dissipated, without causing any damage to Han Wenshan.

Han Wenshan laughed, "It's really a waste. He's still talking wildly with this little skill. I really don't know how high the world is!"

Sima Yuntian looked at Liu Yiyi proudly, and smiled and said, "Junior Sister Liu, have you seen it? Do you still think of any waste?"

The disciples in the audience were also talking about it, "Senior Brother Han was the first mate disciple three years ago, and he was indeed well-known!"

"Waste is waste, and it is truly worthy of its reputation, hahahaha!"

"It's right. I don't know what luck has this guy gotten away in the past two months before his cultivation has increased greatly. However, when Yi met Senior Brother Han, he immediately showed his true form."

"Senior Brother Han's natural resources are not comparable to that waste!"

Liu Yiyi frowned slightly and her silver teeth were clenched.

Sun Erzhu even clenched his fists and looked at him with anger, but he couldn't argue, so he could only shout in his heart: "Boss, you will definitely win, beat that grandson!"

Wang Xuan on the stage was not affected at all. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, raised his head, pointed to Han Wenshan, "What I said is counted, let's see how I abuse you!"

After saying that, he waved his hands and eighteen spiritual swords shot out again, which was a little thicker than before. At the same time, his spiritual sense dispersed and looked down at Han Wenshan under his head.

Han Wenshan was about to sarcastically, but his face suddenly changed drastically. He felt that a huge pressure was cast under his head. He couldn't help but feel that he had temporarily lost contact with Xiao Dun.

The spiritual consciousness was immediately withdrawn, but it was enough. When Han Wenshan reacted, the spiritual sword had arrived in front of him, and the small shield of the first layer collapsed instantly, and the second layer of the small shield only blocked the breath and collapsed, and there were only two remaining spiritual swords.

In desperation, Han Wenshan turned sideways and avoided the spiritual sword, but there is still a blood flowing through his left shoulder.

The audience was quiet in an instant. The person who was sarcastic just now opened his mouth and could swallow an egg. His brain was short-circuited in an instant, and he didn't know what had been born.

Liu Yiyi smiled slightly and looked at Sima Yuntian. Sima Yuntian was also confused and frowned and thought.

Sun Erzhu jumped up with joy, "Boss is mighty! Come on, boss!"

Even Elder Lu and Elder Sun looked at each other with confusion, and were surprised.

Han Wenshan's eyes were red, and he endured a severe hatred and said, "Bad! How dare you hurt me?! This is what you forced me!"

After saying that, his cultivation level dispersed, and the aura on his body suddenly surged, and the pressure of the later stage of the condensed gas spread out.

The faces of the disciples in the audience changed drastically, "This... what kind of cultivation level of Senior Brother Han?"

"What a terrible pressure!"

Liu Yiyi's eyes condensed, implicitly worried: "This Han Wenshan is so hidden, it is actually the cultivation level of the eighth level of Qi Condensation!"

Sima Yuntian also had a bright look in his eyes and his face was gloomy and his face was unstable.

Elder Lu glanced at Elder Sun, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Wang Xuan's eyes were also condensed, a little surprised, but he returned to calm in a blink of an eye, "It's so deep, can't I finally help it?"

Wang Xuan waved his hand, and five fire talismans turned into five fire dragons and swallowed Han Wenshan's mouth. Without stopping, he slapped the storage bag and roared out, forming a sword formation and heading straight for Han Wenshan.

Han Wenshan was about to sacrifice the thick earth talisman, but suddenly his mind trembled. A huge pressure enveloped him again, and his movements couldn't help but slow down. Nine flying swords arrived first, pointing directly to the vital points of his body.

Han Wenshan's hair was standing up all over his body, but he wanted to move but couldn't move. The flying sword was less than a foot away from him in a blink of an eye. Fortunately, the pressure was reduced at this time, Han Wenshan quickly took out three thick earth talismans to block it in front of him.

Nine flying swords and five fire dragons hit the small shield one after another, and the roar continued.

After a while, the fire dragon dissipated, and only five flying swords left flew backwards. Looking at Han Wenshan again, the small shield in front of him was only left, and it was still broken. Han Wenshan was in a mess, with several big holes in his clothes burning, and a new wound was added to his right arm.

Blood also oozed from the corner of Wang Xuan's mouth, and frequent spiritual attacks were also a huge burden on him, so he would just drop it.

Han Wenshan had a ferocious face and shouted: "Barewell, I must tear you into pieces!"

As he said that, he patted the storage bag and another flying sword appeared. The flying sword was blue and covered with complicated runes.

Wang Xuan's eyes instantly condensed, his heart was a little familiar, and he almost touched Liu Tao's! This Han Wenshan is also a demon clan!"

"It seems that there will be a decisive battle. It will be difficult to win if he turns him into a demon body like Liu Tao."

While Wang Xuan was thinking, Han Wenshan waved his hands, and the green flying sword and the blood-red flying sword were left and right to Wang Xuan.

Wang Xuanyi waved his hand, and ten thick earth talismans flew out and turned into small shields to block in front of him.

The audience was in an uproar.

"Where did he get so many talismans?"

"How many spirit stones do you need? Why is he so rich!"

Wang Xuan turned a blind eye and the mountain of divine consciousness was under his head.

Han Wenshan's face changed instantly, and a strong fear emerged in his eyes. The two flying swords actually trembled and stopped moving forward.

There was a noise from the audience again.

"What's going on? What's wrong with Senior Brother Han?"

"Is this trash capable of magic?"

Don’t you know that Han Wenshan is trembling at this moment, and Pang Bi’s pressure, which is only a hundred times stronger, is swallowing him up, just like the power of heaven, making him unable to feel the slightest resistance.

Wang Xuan waved his hand again, and nine flying swords appeared again, heading straight for Han Wenshan.

Han Wenshan didn't respond at all, letting the broken little shield in front of him break, and nine flying swords passed through his limbs, bringing up blood mist.

After his spiritual sense retreated, Han Wenshan let out a scream that was not as good as a human voice. This time, Han Wenshan was really scared. Just as he was about to admit defeat, the pressure came again, Han Wenshan opened his mouth and didn't shout it out.

The flying sword then roared, and the eight flying swords penetrated through their limbs, and even the yi handguard went straight to the Dantian.

Wang Xuan knew that he could not kill people now, so he actually wanted to destroy his cultivation.

Elder Sun quickly shouted: "Stop, shout and stop!"

The referee in this game was the deacon in black yesterday. He heard this but did not stop, but said coldly: "He has not yet admitted defeat!"

Elder Sun's face changed, and he didn't say anything anymore, but turned around and stopped looking.

The flying sword roared into Han Wenshan's dantian. Han Wenshan screamed in a shrill voice and fell down on his back.

Han Wenshan was about to struggle, and his magical consciousness pierced into his mind and destroyed it wildly. At the same time, eight flying swords passed through his limbs and nailed Han Wenshan to the ring.

Han Wenshan didn't even scream this time and fainted.

Wang Xuan also shook the formation, barely stood still, and opened his mouth and spit out blood.

"Wang Xuan won this game!"
Chapter completed!