Many people were confused about Duan Po's "It's done", including Fang Jue, who didn't know what Duan Po was talking about. As for the Liuyun Sect, Yu Zhe said with a smile: "This Duan Po is really good."

Thoughts! That boy Fang Jue is going to suffer!"

"What's going on? Why can't I understand!" Zhan Bing'er didn't have much research on combat, so she asked Long Han softly.

"Look carefully at the traces of iron chains on the competition venue. They are criss-crossed. According to my guess, they should be formations!" Long Han said calmly, and Yu Zhe, who was about to laugh at Long Han, suppressed his words.

"What? Does that mean he just dodged Fang Jue because of this formation?" Zhan Bing'er said a little surprised.

Long Han nodded: "Senior Brother Duan Po had already chosen a position when he was dodging, so he used Fang Jue's hands to complete this formation. In this way, Fang Jue will never doubt it!"

"It's amazing!" Leng Yuxia and Zhan Bing'er said at the same time.

On the competition ground, Fang Jue stared at Duan Po, but looking left and right, he couldn't find where Duan Po had finished.

"Don't you want to know what happened to you just now? That's the reason!" Duan Po looked at Fang Jue and spoke slowly. At the same time, he turned his right palm out. On it, there was a small looming formation flashing there.

Light.

"This formation is called the rebound formation. It can bounce other people's attacks back to a certain extent. I just bounced the force you exerted on the chain back to you!" Duan Po explained unhurriedly.

However, many people were shocked after hearing this.

"Hmph, even if you have that kind of formation, I can still defeat you. The worst I can do is not touch your right hand!" Fang Jue was startled after hearing Duan Po's words, and then spoke.

Duan Po shook his head: "When I say completed, I don't mean the rebound formation, but the demon-subduing formation under your feet!"

"Where is the Demon Subduing Formation?" Fang Jue was startled and immediately searched around, but found no formation. Some other people were also busy looking for it, but with no results.

This time Duan Po did not explain, but moved his hands and said in the air: "Suppose the Demon Formation, rise!"

As Duan Po finished speaking, the traces of iron chains on the competition stage glowed, instantly covering Fang Jue who was standing in the middle.

"ah……"

A scream resounded throughout the competition venue, causing the others to fall silent. After a while, the light dissipated, and Fang Jue was kneeling in the middle of the competition venue, dying, with bruises all over his body, it was too miserable to look at.

"Don't provoke Duan Po casually in the future, it's too bloody and violent!" Yu Zhe said with a smile, but his tone didn't match what he said at all.

The Liuyun Sect won the first round. The Liuyun Sect was happy, but the Demon Sect was aggrieved, especially Ximen Lou, who had a gloomy look on his face: "Wenzheng, go ahead. With your current strength, even if

Even the Correction Department can't do anything to you!"

Wen Zheng nodded and stood up, then arrived at the competition venue.

"Hey, are you afraid of being beaten? It was actually Wen Zheng who took action! Hmm, correction, it's my turn this time, right?" Yu Zhe stood up again, but was escorted back by the fat man: "Stay there!"

After saying that, he arrived at the competition venue as soon as his body was lifted.

"What? Fatty, what you're doing is not good!" Yu Zhe wanted to get up, but was pulled back by Long Han: "I'm not going to hit you. Although you won't lose miserably against Wenzheng now, you will definitely be defeated.

Beat him up!"

"Okay, I admit this!" Yu Zhe finally said.

"I didn't expect it to be you. I've long heard that your flying sword is very powerful. Let me try it today!" Wen Zheng was a little surprised that the fat man took action, but he would not underestimate the fat man.

"Oh, I can't help it, the other people are too lazy!" The fat man was still lazy.

"Then let's get started!" Wen Zheng didn't want to say anything more. He took a step back and a gun appeared in his hand, emitting a faint light.

"Soul-breaking gun, a superior treasure!" The fat man spoke slowly, and as he spoke, two swords flew to his side.

"drink"

With a low shout, Wen Zheng took the lead and took action. With a wave of the Soul-Severing Gun, a dim light spread out from the sky, blowing a gust of wind that made many people shiver. The entire competition venue darkened, instantly becoming like night.

"Dawn!" Fatty said softly, and a flying sword flew out, bringing out a ray of light across the dark night, lighting up the entire competition venue like the sun.

With a "ding" sound, the black screen disappeared, and the fat man's flying sword was blocked by Wen Zheng. However, Wen Zheng had already rushed towards the fat man first. At the same time, the soul-breaking gun in his hand pierced out, and the air was penetrated.

Take the fat man's throat.

But the fat man didn't panic. He raised the middle finger and index finger of his right hand together. The flying sword that was originally knocked away by Wen Zheng flew back from behind Wen Zheng, causing the air to tremble.

Wen Zheng frowned, and the soul-severing gun had to change its direction and move toward the ground, causing the body to deviate from its original trajectory to avoid the flying sword flying back.

The fat man took this opportunity and moved his left index finger, and the flying sword hanging at his side flew out, aiming at Wen Zheng's chest.

"Don't even think about it!" With a low voice, Wen Zheng kicked the soul-severing gun with his right foot. The soul-severing gun flew up and blocked the flying sword. Then he swung the soul-severing gun and knocked away the flying sword flying behind him again.

The body also fell back.

The fat man did not let go. He linked his hands and kept changing their positions. With his movements, the two flying swords roared and attacked Wen Zheng from different angles.

Suddenly, Wen Zheng waved his soul-severing gun, and the sounds of flying swords and soul-severing guns could be heard.

"Is this the power of the flying sword? It's so powerful!"

"Yeah, even though it's remote control, it's definitely quite powerful!"

"The speed is too fast, it is difficult to defend!"

"Wen Zheng is also strong. So far, he has not fallen behind!"

"..."

Seeing the fierce fighting on the competition ground, many disciples of the sects were shocked, especially the disciples of the third-rate sects. After watching several competitions between the second-rate sects, they realized how far behind they were from others.

How big.

"Break the cage!" Wen Zheng, who was surrounded by flying swords, froze and murmured a sentence in a low voice. Then he stabbed out a spear, followed by black energy, and instantly formed a huge spear, which flew out mercilessly.

The flying sword was knocked away by the black spear, and then hit the fat man directly.

This time, the fat man also had a serious look on his face, but he did not panic: "Flying Sword and Shield!"

Two more flying swords appeared a few meters in front of the fat man, and the other two flying swords also flew back quickly, standing straight there with the two flying swords, and the four flying swords were lined up side by side to form a sword shield.

"Bang"

The whole space shook, and an energy wave spread from the competition venue, while Fatty's flying sword and shield and Wen Zheng's black spear were still in a stalemate.

"Come on, fat man!" Yu Zhe looked a little worried on the second floor, and several other people were also a little worried.

With a "boom", Fatty's flying sword and shield exploded, and four flying swords flew out in all directions. Wen Zheng's black spear also dissipated, but a ray of light burst out from the scattered black air.

It was Wen Zheng who appeared with the soul-breaking gun.

"Swordsmanship, as long as I'm close to you, there shouldn't be anything you can do, right?" Wen Zheng said softly.

He was right in his judgment. Sword Riding is a long-range attack with great power, speed, and tricky angles. However, one drawback is that it cannot let the opponent get close, otherwise it will be of no use.

"Generally speaking, it is indeed like this!" The fat man chuckled and pressed down with his right index finger. Wen Zheng felt a crisis coming from the top of his head. Without hesitation, his body quickly moved to the right.

"Bang"

A flying sword was inserted into the ground, creating a small crater, which was exactly where Wen Zheng's body had just been.

"Such a fast reaction speed. It seems that his sword control skills have reached the point where he can do whatever he wants!" Wen Zheng was still frightened. He blasted away the fat man's four flying swords just to reach the fat man at that moment and quickly get close.

Advantage, he thought he had mastered the timing very well, but he still underestimated Fatty's control over the flying sword, and he was actually able to recall the flying sword in such a short period of time.

"Hehe, let's be fierce!" The fat man chuckled and waved his right hand, and a row of flying swords appeared in front of him. There were actually twenty swords, which made Wen Zheng's eyes jump.

Sword control has great requirements on the user's own strength, and it also tests a person's soul power. The more flying swords you want to control, the higher the requirements on yourself. With Fatty's current peak cultivation level in the early stages of transformation,

, has been able to control twenty-five flying swords. As his cultivation level increases, he can control more, perhaps reaching the level of firing a hundred swords, a thousand swords, and a thousand swords. But now, although he only has twenty

The power of the flying sword cannot be underestimated.

"Rain of Swords!" The fat man shouted low and pushed forward with both palms. Twenty flying swords flew out quickly, whistling like raindrops and covering Wen Zheng.

With a solemn expression on his face, Wen Zheng took a deep breath: "Soul-cutting gun, cut off Zhou Tian!"

Following this low shout, the soul-severing gun in Wen Zheng's hand danced very fast, and the airtight gun shadow swept out, surrounding Wen Zheng. At this time, Fatty's twenty flying swords also arrived.

Crisp sounds of fighting continued to spread, the air was shaking, and the energy aftermath radiated out in waves one after another. Sweat was already dripping from the fat man's face, and it could be seen that he was controlling twenty flying swords at the same time.

Attacking is still a bit difficult for him, especially when facing someone like Wen Zheng.

However, Wen Zheng was not feeling well in the shadow of the gun. Fatty's flying sword attacks were like a steady flow of water, and he would be injured if he was not careful.

"drink"

Almost a quarter of an hour later, Wen Zheng gave a low shout, swung his soul-severing gun, and stood up after punching a hole in the attack of the flying sword.

"Gunlong Po!"

"Sword Dragon Break!"

Wen Zheng and Fatty spoke at the same time. Wen Zheng came straight down with the Soul-Severing Gun. Above the Soul-Severing Gun, a black dragon condensed with black energy roared out. Fatty controlled the flying swords and formed a sword dragon to greet them.

Zhu Wenzheng flew up, and the contest between the two would be decided by this blow.

"boom……"
Chapter completed!