The scene that happened just now was so shocking that Zhou Yuan has not come back to his senses until now.

A piece of broken wood actually swallowed the spirit of the Zixiao Divine Thunder Sword?

Thinking of this, Zhou Yuan's face suddenly turned pale.

When he returns, the master will not be allowed to break his leg!?

"What other means can I use it together," Zhan Wuque said lightly, slowly approaching forward.

"Give me the spirit of the weapon back, or I will kill you!" Zhou Yuan roared loudly.

He couldn't even imagine how the master would punish him after he went back.

Now we can only find ways to make up for it as much as possible.

"You are just lucky. That evil thing just happens to restrain the spirit of the weapon. I don't believe you will be my opponent!"

"Die for me!"

Zhou Yuan slapped the storage bag around his waist, and three streams of light flew out immediately. Among the streams, there were three long swords.

"Three Talent Sword Formation!"

Zhou Yuan pinched his fingers with his right hand and muttered something.

Three streams of light crossed together, whirling and flying, releasing a large number of golden arc sword energy, filling most of the arena, surrounding Zhan Wuque in the middle.

"Strike!"

Zhou Yuan spoke coldly, his hands trembled slightly, his face full of solemnity, obviously doing his best.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding!"

The sword storm filled the world, and Zhan Wuque was no longer seen on the arena.

Only the sound of impact like gold and iron kept ringing.

"Diet?"

Zhou Yuan murmured, half-kneeling on the ground, almost exhausted.

In order to deal with Zhan Wuque, he launched an overload of attack.

It can be said that this is the strongest blow he has ever made!

"It should be dead. Among the disciples of the Deputy Peak, few people can stop me in this move!"

Zhou Yuan looked at the place where Zhan Wuque had just stood, where the sword energy was now radiant and could not be seen in detail.

"Hmph, this is the end of going against me, leaving you dead!"

Zhou Yuan snorted coldly.

But just as they were about to go, the spinning sword lights suddenly stopped.

Then, a golden arm stretched out.

"this!"

Zhou Yuan's face changed drastically.

Could it be that Zhan Wuque is not dead? He is still alive?!

impossible!

His move is infinitely close to Wu Ling's combat power. How could Zhan Wuque stop it?

While he was thinking about it, another hand reached out, his hands crossed, and then he grabbed the void and tore it hard.

The countless sword energy dissipated instantly.

A figure gradually came out.

It's the battle without flaw.

"Da da da da!"

The footsteps stomped on Zhou Yuan's heart, as if he was beating a drum, which made him qi and blood surging.

"Don't come over, don't come over!"

Zhou Yuan roared.

He was scared!

He finally realized that he was no match for Zhan Wuque at all. From beginning to end, he was self-righteous and did not know how to live or die.

Zhou Yuan, who had no more energy on his body, immediately rolled and crawled backwards.

The disciples of Yan Rifeng from the audience lowered their heads in shame when they saw this scene.

No matter what, Zhou Yuan was also the captain of the team led by Yan Rifeng. Zhan Wuque was so scared that he was so scared that he rolled and crawled. It was really embarrassing.

At this time, Zhou Yuan on the stage finally reacted.

Yes, why did he forget? If he can't beat him, he can admit defeat!

A hero will not suffer the loss in front of him. He will admit defeat quickly and find Zhan Wuque to avenge his today when he has the opportunity!

Zhou Yuan's mind turned around and immediately shouted, "I recognize..."

"Bang!"

Just as he was about to admit defeat, Zhan Wuque suddenly appeared in front of Zhou Yuan and slapped him in the face.

"What do you recognize?" Zhan Wuque asked lightly, looking at his feet.

There were a few bloody teeth there, which were just slapped by him.

"I recognize..."

"Bang!"

Zhan Wuque slapped again.

One was pulling and the other was pulling back. Zhou Yuan's two half faces quickly bulged high, looking very funny.

"Zhan Wuque, you dare to insult me!"

Zhou Yuan was really going crazy. He was slapped again and again in public.

This is simply a great humiliation!

"So what if you are insulting you? Aren't you very good at speaking before you came on stage just now? You still threatened me?"

Zhan Wuque picked up Zhou Yuan, fired his bows from left to right, and slapped dozens of times in the face.

Zhou Yuan's mouth was beaten and his teeth flew straight, leaving no one left, and blood flowed.

In the end, he didn't even say anything, so he could only watch and looked desperate.

"puff!"

Zhan Wuque pointed out with one point and pointed Zhou Yuan’s Dantian.

"ah!!"

Zhou Yuan screamed.

"You ruined me, you dared to ruin me. I'm going to kill you!!"

Zhou Yuan roared, rolled his eyes and fainted.

"You want to kill me, but I will only kill you, but you will save your life. It is already kind!"

Zhan Wuque threw Zhou Yuan onto the stage, clapped his hands, and said to the referee who was a little dazed, "It's time to announce the result."

"Oh," the referee reacted and announced loudly.

"Tianji Peak wins, and I have won one point in this game, and I have accumulated two points now!"

"Yan Rifeng lost, with zero points in this game, and the cumulative number is currently zero."

There was an uproar in the audience.

No one expected that Zhan Wuque would win so frankly.

Zhou Yuan held the magic sword in his hand, and his strength was absolutely unquestionable, but he was still defeated by him.

What made them even more difficult to understand was what method Zhan Wuque used to swallow the spirit of the Zixiao Divine Thunder Sword.

The Zixiao Divine Thunder Sword, which has lost its weapon spirit, will be reduced to a half-earth-level weapon.

It can be said that it is equivalent to being scrapped.

What shocked them the most was that Zhan Wuque actually destroyed Zhou Yuan without hesitation!
Chapter completed!