Whoosh!

Two figures entered the ban.

Ye Xiong and Jiannanshan entered the ban at the same time and stood on the side of his disciples.

Jiannanshan came to Zhao Mu, checked his body, and said, "Sect Master, Zhao Mu's right arm was beheaded, and a man's life and deposed. Even if he was cured, his cultivation would be greatly reduced. He would stop here in his whole life. It was difficult for my Jian Pavilion to cultivate such a disciple, and he was deposed like this. I would never let it go."

Just as Youming was about to refute, Ye Xiong quickly stopped her: "Let me do it."

Youming nodded, knowing that he was far inferior to him in terms of bickering.

It would be more appropriate to let him come out to settle it at this time.

"What do you think about Master Jian's words?" Ye Xiong asked back.

"Cancel of the 15th competition and expelled from the master's sect, the Changsheng Sect does not have such cruel disciples." Jian Nanshan said angrily.

"What crime did she commit?"

"Isn't this enough to harm my fellow disciples?"

"On the battle platform, swords and swords have no eyes. The head of the sect also said that as long as one side does not admit defeat, you cannot stop." After Ye Xiong finished speaking, he changed his words and became sharp and shouted: "I want to ask the Master of Jian Pavilion, your disciples speak in public and humiliate people. How should this account be settled?"

"Did you take me as the leader in your eyes? Let me stand aside?" Nangong Han shouted.

Jiannanshan snorted coldly, stood aside, and stopped talking.

Ye Xiong walked to Youming and whispered: "Don't worry, I won't let him go. Whoever dares to humiliate you will die."

A fierce light appeared in his eyes. Youming had never noticed that such a strong murderous aura would emit from his body.

Suddenly, I felt a little moved.

Only by caring can you get angry.

"I'm waiting for you to avenge me." Youming nodded.

Nangong Han's eyes fell on Zhao Mu who was injured and dizzy, and said, "Zhao Mu deserves to be seriously injured. This is a lesson for everyone and not to humiliate others. As for Yang Xinyi, he has a responsibility to do it too much. Jian Wuhen cares about his junior brother, and has a mistake when he speaks rudely. I don't pursue it even if he thinks about it. From now on, whoever dares to break the rules will never let him go, and the game will continue."

Ye Xiong and Jian Nanshan looked at each other, left at the same time, and landed on the stage.

After several confrontations, the revenge between the two was completely unreconciled. If it weren't for the hindrance of their identity, Jiannanshan would have long wanted to kill Ye Xiong to take revenge.

Next, the game continues.

The rest of the people dared not challenge Jian Wuhen, Luo Chongyang, Youming, Xue Tu and Zhuo Wushuang.

The strength of these five people can be said to be recognized as the top five.

As the competition deepened, one by one was eliminated, and only thirteen were left.

At this time, it was Zhuo Wushuang's turn to choose.

"I chose to challenge Luo Chongyang No. 2." Zhuo Wushuang said.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a rumbling sound around him, and everyone was shocked.

With Jian Wuhen's strength, if you choose the rest of your opponents, you will definitely enter the top ten without any pressure.

Even Ye Xiong was frightened by his decision, and he really didn't listen to him.

Fortunately, he did not choose Jian Wuhen, otherwise it might be more troublesome.

"Does the Eighth Prince choose me? This makes me embarrassed." Luo Chongyang sneered.

"Luo Chongyang, do you accept it or not? If you don't accept it, you can admit defeat." Zhuo Wushuang pointed at the spear.

"How can I not accept the invitation to fight with the Eighth Prince? But what if I accidentally hurt the Eighth Prince?"

"There is no identity on the battlefield. Don't you understand this rule?"

"Okay, I'll fight."

Luo Chongyang flashed and fell into the battlefield.

There was a lot of cheers coming from the audience, and many people started shouting.

All the previous battles were of great strength and had never been as strong as they are now.

The second master among the young disciples of the Changsheng Sect is a very big surprise in itself.

"The next battle will be Luo Chongyang vs. Zhuo Wushuang. I don't need to say more about the rules, let's start!"

As Nangong finished speaking, Zhuo Wushuang's aura rose, and with a spear, a white light hit Luo Chongyang like a piercing the sun.

"I'll see if your spear is powerful or my sword is powerful."

Luo Chongyang drew out a straight sword two meters long and five fingers wide, and the sword body was shaking white, like a mirror.

This sword is called the Bai Sun Sword, it is his natal weapon and is very powerful.

Buzz!

A sword stabbed out and the sword light shot straight.

The momentum of the two drums collided and exploded in mid-air, shooting out dazzling brilliance.

The two of them had similar realms and equal strength. This fight made the sky and the earth dark, and the ban made a whine sound.

Luo Chongyang is worthy of being the second-ranked young disciple. His strength is not strong enough, he has both offense and defense, and has rich combat experience.

Zhuo Wushuang is like an angry lion, always in a state of rampage, and cannot be regarded as sharp.

In the blink of an eye, half an hour passed, but the winner was still not decided.

Gradually, Zhuo Wushuang could no longer hold back.

"Thousands of people stab!"

His figure moved rapidly in the air, and more than a dozen afterimages were transformed into, each of which was like her, holding a silver spear.

Chirp...

More than a dozen voices sounded at the same time.

Like a storm, he attacked Luo Chongyang at the same time, and the entire air was flashed by the light of the spear.

A great move to stab a thousand people, but there is a real attack of thousands of troops.

Luo Chongyang is not tight or not, but he always remains as stable as a dog when he sees tricks.

No matter how powerful Zhuo Wushuang's attack was, he could not break through him and defend him with this powerful move.

"Storm!"

Zhuo Wushuang held the spear tightly. As the momentum came, the entire silver spear seemed to be able to feel the murderous aura and buzzed.

The next moment, he attacked Luo Chongyang like a storm and attacked him in a head.

The momentum was like a sunset, with a powerful momentum.

Luo Chongyang still pays attention to defense. No matter how vigorous Zhuo Wushuang is, he will all be resolved one by one.

The warm applause came from outside the court, all attracted by the fierce battle.

This level of excitement is much better than the previous one.

Off the field, Ye Xiong frowned.

On the surface, the two seem to be evenly matched, but if this continues, Zhuo Wushuang will suffer sooner or later.

On one hand, he tried his best to attack and on the other hand, he tried his best to defend.

Attacks require more energy than defense, after all, defense can avoid it.

If you still cannot defeat this round, Zhuo Wushuang will undoubtedly lose.

Zhuo Wushuang's silver spear penetrated through the heavy defense and stabbed Luo Chongyang accurately. Luo Chongyang defended with a horizontal sword, and the spear stabbed on the back of the sword.

"break!"

Zhuo Wushuang roared.

With a small sound, Luo Chongyang's upper sword cracked and broke into two pieces.

The silver spear drove straight into Luo Chongyang's chest. Luo Chongyang swung over and avoided. The silver spear touched his body and rubbed his chest, leaving a long blood stain, and the blood stained his clothes red.

Luo Chongyang withdrew hundreds of meters and stopped. He looked at the wound on his chest and his face looked a little ugly.
Chapter completed!