The battle in the inner sect continued, and in the next battle, Jun Changxiao sent Ling Yuanxue.

Although this girl was a bit timid, when the match started, she used her explosive fist and mountain palm to send her opponent flying as if she was beating a master to death with random punches!

Then there were two more battles.

At this point, all the outer disciples who went to Death Valley for training, except Zhou Hong, had fought and defeated their opponents, raising the total number of wins to sixty-four.

The corners of the mouths of all parties twitched violently.

Before the challenge started, who would have thought that it was not the Iron Skeleton Sect that was completely destroyed, but the Holy Spring Sect!

"It's terrible!" Ma Yunteng exclaimed.

The disciples that Jun Changxiao brought, even if his disciples from Cangshan came to fight, they would definitely be defeated by the last one!

Xi Jingxuan smiled and said: "Let's just say, if the Iron Bone Sect, headed by Jun, has no strength, how can it dare to challenge the Shengquan Sect?"

Li'er was completely silent.

She, Miaohua Palace, couldn't even win sixty-four games!

Murong Xin murmured: "It turns out that his sect is so strong."

"snort."

The senior sister said calmly: "After all, it is a fifth-rate sect, but it is so weak. It is really embarrassing."

She hasn't yet understood that it's not that the Holy Spring Sect is weak, but that the Iron Bone Sect is too strong!

Next, there was no need to fight anymore, because the Shengquan Sect, which had lost sixty-four games in a row, not only lost the face of a fifth-rate sect, but also lost even its underwear!

but.

Elder Jin sent his disciples to fight again!

This inner disciple looks to be almost thirty years old, and his strength is at the level of a fourth-grade martial artist.

During this period, the Holy Spring Sect did not send fourth-grade martial arts masters to fight, but they were still defeated by the second-grade martial arts disciples of the Iron Bone Sect.

Facing a group of mutants with various resources piled up, it is impossible to win without absolute level suppression.

Jun Changxiao originally planned to let Tian Qi play.

Ma Yongning took the initiative and said: "Master, please let me play!"

Both Yihei and Erhei appeared and made Liu Wanshi very happy. He could not hold back the thought of fighting for a long time.

Jun Chang smiled and said: "That's fine."

"brush!"

Ma Yongning stepped into the martial arts arena.

He always held the knife that was cut off and reattached, and proudly said: "Fight with weapons."

The disciples of the Shengquan Sect who went out to fight looked at Elder Jin, and after receiving his instructions, they sacrificed the three-foot long sword.

"Disciple of the Holy Spring Sect, Lan Jing."

"Disciple of the Iron Bone Zhengzheng Sect, Ma Yongning."

After signing up, the warriors from each sect were a bit speechless.

The two of them are so old, especially Ma Yongning from the Iron Bone Sect, who looks to be in his late forties or fifties, but he is still just a disciple. What a shame!

I'm only twenty-nine!

Who is forty or fifty years old!

Ma Yongning said: "When the game starts, you make the first move. Because my sword is out of its sheath, you have no chance."

Lan Jing: "..."

This middle-aged man is so arrogant!

"Start!" the referee shouted.

"Qiang————"

Lan Jing unsheathed his long sword and rushed forward, his wrist shaking in the process, and intricate sword flowers were intertwined in an instant!

"Wave Sword Technique!"

"This is a top-grade sword skill!"

Everyone exclaimed.

Facing the sword flower that was like the waves, Ma Yongning smiled faintly, put down the sword, and put his right hand on the handle.

"Hoo ho!"

In an instant, a stream of thick and heavy knife intent filled the whole body, exuding a desolate aura that seemed to come from Mobei.

"This sword intention..."

A strong man said in surprise: "He is a sword cultivator!"

"What?"

Everyone's eyes widened.

Sword cultivators and sword cultivators are very rare in the Starfall Continent!

"Qiang————"

At this moment, Ma Yongning took a step forward. The knife with obvious repair marks was unsheathed, and the desolate atmosphere instantly erupted, like a sandstorm.

"The Knife of the Northern Desert!"

"call!"

The sword energy roared out, smashing the attacking waves of sword flowers with the force of Trigula.

"not good!"

Lan Jing's eyes were horrified and he hurriedly evacuated from the field!

"boom!"

The thick sword energy struck the stone slab, leaving a knife mark more than five meters long!

Lan Jing fled outside the venue, breaking into a cold sweat from behind.

Ma Yongning's knife was not intended to hurt anyone, otherwise, he would not have been able to escape, but would have been split open long ago!

The Iron Bone Sect wins again!

At this time, what all the forces care about is not the sixty-five victories, but the fact that the seemingly very old disciple of the Iron Bone Sect is actually a sword cultivator!

Jun Changxiao was also a little stunned.

I have fought with Ma Yongning before, and he was not that strong at that time.

"Wow!"

Liu Wanshi said excitedly: "It's amazing!"

After hearing what the little girl said, Ma Yongning slowly took back the knife, with the pride that a swordsman should have on his face.

"Ding! The disciple defeated the inner disciple of Shengquan Sect by 15/15, which meets the hiding standard. The epic mission completion rate is 60%, and the host receives 200 contribution points."

"Ding! Sect contribution value: 1905/2000."

It seems that to reach the hidden standard is to defeat a few more people than the original number of defeated ones.

Jun Changxiao cupped his hands and said, "Elder Jin, I'm sorry, I won another round by chance."

"..." Everyone collapsed.

Master Jun, your Iron Bone Sect was lucky enough to win sixty-five games, and it almost made the Holy Spring Sect cry!

"Elder!"

Qing Linfeng couldn't help it anymore and said: "Disciple, please fight!"

Elder Jin suppressed his endless anger and expressed high hopes: "Linfeng, we must win!"

"yes!"

Qing Linfeng walked into the martial arts arena and stopped in the central area, his expression extremely solemn.

His junior brother lost all sixty-five games, which he couldn't accept, so he must win this battle no matter what!

"The direct disciples of the Holy Spring Sect have gone to battle!"

"He should have been sent to the field a long time ago to boost the morale of the disciples who will appear later!"

"Judging from his aura, Master Linfeng is at least a sixth-grade martial artist!"

"Tsk, tsk, a top martial artist at this level must have at least 80,000 kilograms of strength!"

When Qing Linfeng appeared on the stage, all forces finally realized that the Shengquan Sect needed to take it seriously.

If Elder Jin knew what they were thinking, he would definitely vomit blood, because our Holy Spring Sect is already serious about the battle between the inner disciples, but we cannot win at all!
To be continued...