Once again, all the audience exclaimed.

Zhang Shuo rushed out here. Now his physical growth has reached its extreme. He is not afraid of Chen Jin at all, and he has only one hand.

"Roar!" A low dragon roar came from his throat.

Chen Jin gritted his teeth and stood up, and his other hand suddenly pushed out, and began to swing the circle in front of him frantically.

Everyone was still wondering about Chen Jin's actions, but they closed their mouths randomly but tightly.

The place where Chen Jin passed by began to slowly form a vortex, and its momentum became increasingly larger.

But Zhang Shuo, who was rushing towards him, was just in the center of the vortex.

He wanted to... resolve Zhang Shuo's attack.

Zhang Shuo directly broke into the center of the vortex, and his strong body squeezed in, tearing such a vortex apart frantically.

Chen Jin gritted his teeth and supported him.

Just when Zhang Shuo's head just popped out of the center of the vortex.

Chen Jin pushed out with a hard palm, and Zhang Shuo's body was directly taken out by such a whirlpool.

From bottom to top, Chen Jin carried a palm over and a wall of air appeared in front of him!

Zhang Shuo struggled out, with one claw under his skin.

The dragon shadow rippled on the ring, and Chen Jin's eyes, his hands like dragon claws were getting closer and closer.

"Sher!".

The air waves disappeared...

Chen Jin fell heavily to the ground.

Someone immediately shouted a move name below that had also been passed down for a long time.

"Dragon Claw Hand!"

Although it was not inherited from the world, Zhang Shuo used it entirely by himself, so the effect was obviously much better.

"Zhang Shuosheng!".

Cheering in the field! Now! Zhang Shuo proved his efforts, and the finalists came to an end. This is the most exciting game that everyone has seen so far.

Among the crowd under the ring, many people were glad that they withdrew from the competition in time, otherwise... the problem of face would be terrible.

The referee shouted, "Next, we will have a military battle in the martial arts competition! Please move all the soldiers on the outside to come around the ring and wait for their names to come on stage and enter the war to enter the finals!"

Outside out...

Chu Zifeng stretched out his body and said happily, "Huh! It's finally our turn to play!"

The crowds were exchanged. This time Lin Yu, Li Chun and Guan Qing went to the periphery to become an audience, but all of them were in the periphery.

In comparison, the

The number of people is far more than ten times higher than that of the physical ones... This is because there are many decisive factors for the military, and sometimes the power of the weapon is also a very critical factor.

The famous and upright factions from the four major countries also appeared around the arena at this time.

For example, several of the six major disciples are Tang Yu of the Tang Sect, Wu Chu and Zhang Shan of Shushan, Zhao Lingyu of Xiaoyao Sect, and Zhang Qingfeng of the Southern Sword Reward. These people are well-known even in the ordinary world.

Not just these, there are many scattered people in the world, as well as many forces in the world, and many famous people.

"Then I will announce the next game! The first game! Xie San from the Southern Ten Thousand Beasts League vs. Zhang Qingfeng of the Southern Swordsman!"

They are all from the Southern Kingdom! It’s so interesting now!

When the two of them came on stage, Xie San pinched a red whip with his hands, and opposite him was Zhang Qingfeng, who was a little elegant, with a gentle look, as if this person was like this.

Xie San seemed to have heard of Zhang Qingfeng's name, and this man's hand was like a vague sword.

"Young Master Zhang! Please!".

"I'm rude!" Zhang Qingfeng smiled slightly, and the sword was not pulled out.

He rushed straight over, and the smile on his face had not changed.

Seeing the situation, Xie San retreated suddenly, and the long whip in his hand was like a wave, as if he wanted to capture Zhang Qingfeng's agile body movement.

When the red whip was about to entangle him.

"Swish!" The light long sword was unsheathed.

Xie San's beast-training whip fell to the ground one by one.

The sword edge gently pressed against Xie San's throat.

Many people don’t even see clearly how that sword is done. Holding a sword in one hand? How to achieve consistency?

The shouts sounded, and many people under the ring praised Zhang Qingfeng's demeanor.

Xie San was also convinced and walked off the stage.

It seems that Zhang Qingfeng's Piaomiao sword circulated in the world is not a false reputation.

The referee walked on the field.

"Diancang Sect Xuan Zhan to fight against Wu Jing in the Eastern Kingdom Canglong Meeting!".

The Diancang Sect, one of the six major sects in the north, is well-known by many sects. She is just a stupid and knows nothing. I only heard that some time ago, I went down the mountain for the Four Kingdoms Competition for a year... This is simply a victory sent.

Although Wu Jing sounds like a man's name and has no fame in the world, it is different in the East Country. This woman's tough game is considered a relatively powerful character in the eyes of many niche forces in the world.

"Xuan Zhan? Are you a great disciple of the Diancang Sect?" Wu Jing looked at him

Xuan Zhan, who had a dull face, was funny. Obviously, he had heard of the name of a waste.

"Yeah!" Xuan Zhan held a broken sword with a broken sword sheath in his arms and nodded quickly.

"Hahaha, that's OK! Don't say too much nonsense! Get out of the stage! I won't fight with the waste!" Wu Jing carried his tiger sword and inserted it into his waist and laughed.

Some disciples of the Diancang Sect in the Northern Kingdom looked particularly ugly.

There are also some sects in the northern country who are a little unbearable, but Xuan Zhan's name is also a bit famous, but he does not know the elder brothers of other sects who are very capable and famous, but are simply useless people in the field of martial arts.

"Xuan Zhan! Don't worry about so much! Beat him!" Xie Tianen cheered up in the crowd. As a good old man among the six major sects, many people are familiar with him. He has never underestimated Xuan Zhan, because although this person is of average qualification, he works extremely hard and is kind, and can afford the title of Senior Brother Diancang.

"Yeah!" Xuan Zhan nodded gratefully at Xie Tianen.

"The master told the master that I must win!" Xuan Zhan said seriously, just like the word "a child".

Everyone was deceived! The Diancang Sect asked Xuan Zhan to go down the mountain to experience it, just to hide him, a genius in sword practice!

He has the strength... It is extremely terrifying, especially since he inherited the mantle of Elder Cangqi Sword and obtained this sword! The Sword of Confused!

"Then I can only ask you to get out!" Wu Jing waved his big knife, and the iron rings were buzzing, and the tattoo on her arm was even more intimidating at this time.

There is no fancy, too much words.

Xuan Zhan's eyes changed! He looked like a person who knew swordsmanship in the audience, Xie Tianen, Wu Chu, and many sword-practice geniuses saw this scene.

"Crash!" The ancient sword light occupied most of the arena.

Xuan Zhan's body appeared behind Wu Jing! Jian had been taken back at some point.

He still had the same infatuation expression and asked the referee.

"Did I win?".

"Uh... the referee looked at Wu Jing."

The latter was glaring at his face and couldn't even speak...

A scary sword mark on his chest splattered blood, and the big knife in his hand was broken...

All those who knew Xuan Zhan couldn't stop talking. Is this a waste? This is a fucking monster! The combat power of the previous battle did not make people feel dangerous even for Zhang Qingfeng, who had been famous for a long time.

And this fool?...No! It's this genius! But it's full of crises, especially the moment before he started, the change in his eyes was the most shocking.
Chapter completed!