"The first game, the human race won!" The elder of the ruling announced loudly. Recommended: The new work of the great master Wangyu: "Six Traces of Nightmare Palace" http://m./3_3522/

Shi Hong, who fell under the martial arts stage, seemed to have lost his soul and disappeared without movement. It was not until a tribe of the same clan dragged him back.

After all, all this happened too suddenly. The genius who was watching the crowd one second, but the next second it became a dead man with the spirit god.

Although there is no way to resurrect the Spirit God, the price is also extremely high unless there are divine objects in heaven and earth similar to the medicine of immortality.

It is hard to say whether the Red Gold Clan will waste such magical objects on a guy who lost the game.

Meng Fan looked at the lost Shi Hong coldly. If the human disciples who lost before were the human disciples, Shi Hong would definitely not give up and would definitely kill them all.

"It's your turn." Youxuan turned to look at Meng Fan, and smiled slightly.

Meng Fan stood up and bowed to Youxuan and the "Geyang" beside her. Youxuan nodded and responded, but "Geyang" seemed to have not seen Meng Fan, staring straight at the human race opposite.

Meng Fan turned around and jumped onto the martial arts stage.

"Kunpeng clan, Kunfan." Meng Fan briefly introduced himself.

"Wood, come on!" Linglong shook the flag and shouted in the audience, and also pulled Peng Zhan over. Pengcheng stood beside Linglong, dressed up as a mascot, and was also cheering for Meng Fan.

No need to think about it, this must be Linglong’s idea.

Meng Fan smiled helplessly and thought to himself, when will Linglong become more mature and steady? You must know that she is the future demon king. Fortunately, she met herself, otherwise she might have been abducted by some bad guy.

Of course, other male cultivators in the demon clan didn't think so. In their eyes, Meng Fan was the bad guy.

Meng Fan stretched out his right foot and swept it gently on the stage. A strong wind flew out and hit the feet of the opposite human team.

"I dare to ask who came to ask for advice?" Meng Fan said with a smile.

Meng Fan also found it very funny. He is a pure human race, but he ends up fighting on behalf of the demon race. So should he lose or win in this battle?

Wen Wuji looked at Meng Fan coldly and wanted to walk out.

However, Yang Tengyi, who was standing beside him, reached out and stopped him, "Wuji, you don't have to do this."

Wen Wuji looked puzzled, but before he could speak, he was interrupted by Gong Yang Tengyi.

"Northern Feng, go." Gong Yang Tengyi summoned a young man in green with a sword box on his back.

The young man in green bowed his hand and jumped onto the martial arts stage.

"Uncle Master, junior brother... I'll go to insurance." Wen Wuji said worriedly.

"No need, we will lose this game. And your secret is not suitable for too many people to know. But surrendering without fighting is not the style of our Sword Sect." Gong Yang Tengyi smiled.

"Uncle Master, why do you have to lose? That Kunfan is just..." Wen Wuji was quite puzzled.

"Don't ask so much, there are some things you shouldn't know." Yang Tengyi had no intention of explaining.

Wen Wuji sat back in his position like anger, but he had a different view on the statement that Yang Tengyi would lose.

"Junior Brother Beifeng, Kun is a disciple of the Kunpeng clan. He is good at melee combat and has extremely strong strength and speed. Therefore, don't give him a chance to get close in the battle. Use the flying sword to kill him." Wen Wuji sent a voice to the disciple named Beifeng.

The disciple named Beifeng nodded to show that he understood.

The battle was about to begin, but Meng Fan looked at the leader of the human race, Gong Yang Tengyi. Seeing that Gong Yang Tengyi was also looking at him, and even thrust at him, Meng Fan immediately understood everything.

Good guy, this stinky old man clearly recognized himself!

But how did he do it? You should know that Meng Fan's original deity had a demon clone as a cover, and even the god-level powerful man of the demon clan had never seen through him. How did Gong Yang Tengyi recognize him?

Thinking about it carefully, Yang Tengyi seemed to have left him a token from the Sword Sect. Could it be that Yang Tengyi recognized his own by sensing the token?

The disciple of the Sword Sect was a little angry. Since he came to the stage, Meng Fan had never looked at him in person, which made the disciple of the Sword Sect, who considered himself invincible, feel a little angry.

"The demon clan is indeed all arrogant guys." Wang Beifeng shouted coldly, and took off the sword box behind him and placed it in front of him.

The sword box was extremely heavy. When placed on the martial arts stage, it actually smashed and shook violently, like an earthquake.

The sword box opened, but it was empty inside.

The disciple of the Sword Sect actually kept carrying an empty sword box!

"What's going on?" Meng Fan was also a little confused.

The Sword Sect is famous for its swords, and I have never heard of the existence of sword disciples who do not practice swords. But how should we explain it in front of us?

Wang Beifeng also clearly saw the shock in Meng Fan's eyes, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Swords are also divided into real swords and virtual swords. Real swords can be made of metal and iron, while virtual swords are made of qi and intention." Wang Beifeng said, "You should not understand these things, after all, the demon clan is all wild beasts that disrespect the swordsmanship."

After Wang Beifeng pretended to be a pussy, he reached out to touch the sword box. The sword box suddenly shone brightly, as if it was about to crack.

"The sword is an iron, and it is spiritual because of the holding, it moves because of the heart, it lives because of blood, and it dies because of not thinking... With qi, the sword is united, and there will be no self or form. With qi and sword are united, and the sword is united, then both the things and the me are forgotten. This is the sword!"

Wang Beifeng pinched the seal in his hand and made a rumor in his mouth.

Meng Fan's eyes contracted slightly, and he was too familiar with these lines anymore.

This is the sword-controlling technique of the Sword Sect!

After Wang Beifeng finished reciting the sword technique, the light on the sword box became even more dazzling.

Suddenly, with a "huh", the light actually bent towards Meng Fan.

Meng Fan was shocked, and then he understood which sword technique Wang Beifeng practiced.

Bright Sword!

And it is the most authentic Guanggang lineage of the Sword Sect!

The Light Gang lineage and the Shadow Gang lineage are the two most powerful forces in the Sword Sect, and there are many disciples under the sect, but there are very few people who can cultivate the Light Gang lineage and the Shadow Gang lineage to such an extent.

It is obvious that this disciple of the Sword Sect, known as the King of Foreigners, did it.

The lightsaber transformed from light was extremely fast, and it broke through the speed of sound and rushed to Meng Fan. It seemed that it was preparing to catch Meng Fan off guard.

Meng Fan did not expect that the light hidden in the empty sword box was actually a light, and that light could turn into a lightsaber to kill the enemy.

I have to admit that Meng Fan underestimated the enemy.

Wen Wuji looked at the battle situation on the stage and showed a smile on his face.

Elder Gongyang just said that it would be a situation of losing, but he thought it would be a situation of winning.

"This Kunfan is just a descendant of a fallen royal family, and is not very outstanding among the demon family. It is said that the only way to get to this point is women. How could such a person make Uncle Master so afraid? He said that he would lose in this game." Wen Wuji thought to himself, and at the same time, Wen Wuji turned his head and looked at Youxuan, the saint of the demon family, and found that Youxuan was also looking at him.

"You will lose this game." Wen Wuji said silently with his mouth.

Youxuan had a white veil on her face, but it did not affect Wen Wuji's understanding of her thoughts. From Youxuan's eyes that seemed to be able to talk, Wen Wuji read the word "the victory or defeat is unpredictable".

"Hmph." Wen Wuji turned his head away with some annoyance, as if he had remembered some unpleasant memories.

The lightsaber arrived in an instant, and there was an irresistible sharp sword energy on it.

"Click!"

The lightsaber hit Meng Fan, but strangely, the lightsaber's blade deviated from Meng Fan, only scratched his robe and failed to stab him.

"It seems that your accuracy is not good. You have to practice more in the future, otherwise you will be careful of the wrong hole in the bridal chamber in the future." Meng Fan teased.

The female monks in the audience suddenly turned red, and even Linglong felt a little embarrassed for Meng Fan and cursed him in pieces.

Wang Beifeng's eyes were stunned, and it was obvious that he did not hear the meaning of Meng Fan's words at the first time. The next second, he suddenly reacted again, and his face turned red with an expression of killing a big thief.

"You are shameless!" Wang Beifeng cursed, and at the same time he controlled several lightswords to stab Meng Fan.

The lightsaber is extremely fast, far exceeding the speed of sound, so Meng Fan can't even hide it.

"Go to die!" Wang Beifeng said.

It was understandable that he had stabbed just now, but this time he had dozens of lightswords stabbed out, so he didn't believe that he could stab him again.

"Click!Click!Click..."

Dozens of lightswords stabbed Meng Fan, almost trying to stab Meng Fan into a glowing hedgehog!

However, unexpected things happened again, dozens of lightsabers stabbed each other again, and none of them hurt Meng Fan.

"This..." Even Wang Beifeng himself was shocked.

If it was said that the first time he failed and the stab was stumbled, it would be understandable. But this time he stabbed dozens of lightswords at the same time, even if he closed his eyes, he should be able to stab him.

But the result was exactly the same, and it was stumbled again.

"What kind of magic weapon must be restrained in this person!" Wang Beifeng thought so.

In order to deal with the flying swords of the Sword Sect, the demon clan naturally created some spells and magic weapons to deal with. So Wang Beifeng did not think too much, and believed that Meng Fan made his lightsaber stumble with his restrained magic weapons.

In fact, Wang Beifeng controlled the lightsword through sword control, and Meng Fan also practiced the sword control technique. Meng Fan just used sword control technique to quietly change the trajectory of the lightsword, causing the lightsword to deviate, and easily broke Wang Beifeng's lightsword attack.

The main reason is that Wang Beifeng's light sword belongs to the category of virtual swords, and can only be condensed by sword control and then activated by sword control. If it is replaced with a real sword, Meng Fan's plan will fail.

"Hmph, don't think you can win with the magic weapon of restraint." Wang Beifeng snorted coldly and slapped the sword box. The light that originally scattered suddenly condensed and returned to the sword box.

The sword box returned to peace, but Meng Fan felt a little uneasy in his heart.

It's like the calm before the storm comes.

"Click!Click!Click!"
Chapter completed!