The game on the court was very fast, and after the first game, the subsequent knockout round continued to begin.

"I didn't expect the genius exchange meeting to be so fast, which is beyond my imagination." Chen Fan said to the junior brother of Jiantang next to him.

This time, the one who led the sword hall was not his master Jianshe, but several other old sword cultivators from Jian Valley.

After they saw Chen Fan's strength, they nodded with satisfaction. Chen Zi was still hiding very deeply. He had already reached the mid-stage realm of the Gods, but he still looked like an unknown person.

According to his cultivation level at this time, he was enough to crush all the participating monks present.

"Senior Brother Chen, do you have confidence in yourself reaching the top 100?" Suddenly, a junior brother from the sword hall looked up and said to him.

After hearing the other party's words, Chen Fan felt a little amused. Do I look so weak?

He stayed for a moment, then slowly said, "Do your best, I don't know where I will go."

Seeing Chen Fan hesitant, the junior brother was also urging in his heart. Even such a powerful senior brother, hesitant, let alone ordinary people.

When the old sword cultivator saw this scene, he smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed. It was not good for Mr. Chen. As a sword cultivator, Chen Fan, the best one is.

"No. 400 vs. No. 57!" The referee's voice sounded on a certain arena.

Hearing the referee's words, Chen Fan flew to the ring with a expressionless face, his body standing directly on the ring like a black stream of light.

"That's the descendant of the Giant God Sect in the Eastern Continent. The boy in black who fought against him is going to be in trouble."

"The boy in black looks bad luck today. How could he be the opponent of the Giant God Sect when he meets the successor of the Giant God Sect?"

The monks in the audience were talking, and the disciples of the Sword Hall became serious when they heard their words.

Chen Fan is the master of the inner courtyard sword hall. If he loses, he will be injured in the face of the entire sword hall.

Chen Fan stood proudly in the middle of the ring, looking at the opponent opposite him calmly.

The descendants of the Giant God Sect are quite burly, with their granite-like muscles constantly bulging, and they look very lethal.

"It seems that he is a physical cultivation with good cultivation." Chen Fan felt it for a moment.

The descendant of the Giant God Sect looked at Chen Fan and said, "If you admit defeat now, I think you shouldn't have anything to do."

The implication is that if Chen Fan refuses to admit defeat now, he must have taken ruthless action.

"Why are you so angry? It's just a ring match. Isn't it better to be happy?" Chen Fan said with a smile.

His strength is far beyond the other party, so there is nothing to worry about.

The descendants of the Giant God Sect heard his words and looked up and laughed.

"You kid is worthy of talking about your mood with me here. Get out of here, otherwise I will break your arm later." The descendant of the Giant God Sect said very disdainfully.

Chen Fan looked like an ordinary casual cultivator. If he was a monk in the sect, he would definitely wear related uniforms.

To deal with a powerless and powerless casual cultivator, he naturally does not need to apply any good colors to see.

His heroic laughter attracted a lot of attention, but after seeing Chen Fan, the expression on his face changed drastically.

When the prince of the Xuanyuan Dynasty saw Chen Fan, his face turned pale. At that time, he was beaten by Chen Fan and was not decent. He was a prince, and Chen Fan beat him violently was a stain on his life.

The Holy Son of Beidou smiled and looked at the scene in front of him. Although the descendants of the Giant God Sect were relatively strong, they looked not very good at it.

The military genius also held his breath. He had seen Chen Fan take action before, and his ability was definitely above him.

He shook his head and couldn't help but worry about the descendants of the Giant God Sect. It's not good to provoke anyone, but he insists on provoking the evil star Chen Fan.

Seeing that Chen Fan was not scared by him, he stood quietly in place. So after the referee gave the order, he directly attacked the other party.

A lion fights a rabbit, and also uses all his strength.

The descendants of the Giant God Sect did not respond carelessly, but used their own killer moves as soon as they came up.

"The giant god breaks through the air!"

With his roar, a huge fist carried the rolling air waves and hit Chen Fan head-on.

I just felt the power, and it was about the middle and late stages of the True God, but for him, it was not worth mentioning at all.

"I have a lot of strength, but the speed is too slow." Chen Fan used his body technique and avoided it in the blink of an eye.

Without waiting for the successor of the Giant God Sect to take action, he directly swept the hall and tripped the other party.

"Boom!"

The huge body of the descendant of the Giant God Sect fell directly to the ground, and the dust suddenly flew, looking particularly embarrassed.

"Haha, I thought this big man was so powerful, but he was knocked down by the boy in black."

"The word "silly" is really suitable for him."

The monks under the ring laughed at this scene.

If they were usually facing each other alone, they would never dare to say such words. But now there are so many people, and if they say a few sarcastic words, the other party would never know who said it.

The descendants of the Giant God Sect felt very angry, and he lost all the faces of the sect.

Without waiting for him to say anything, Chen Fan took action again.

"I heard you want to break one of my arms, so I'll let you feel this way."

The descendant of the Giant God Sect hit another huge punch. Chen Fan did not dodge this time and used all the flesh and blood power to fight against the fist head-on.

"Click!"

In front of everyone, Chen Fan forcibly hit the right hand of the tall giant with an incredible twisted angle.

"ah!"

He cried in pain while holding his right arm, his bones completely broken.

Without waiting for the other party to make any moves, Chen Fan immediately took out his blue light sword, and a green sword light flashed by.

The right arm of the descendant of the Giant God Sect was cut off directly, and a large amount of blood flowed all over the ground, looking particularly terrifying.

Many of the monks in the audience were timid guys. Seeing such a bloody scene, they all turned pale with fear.

"I have done your request for you. Do you still want to continue fighting?" Chen Fan returned to his harmless appearance and asked with a smile.

The descendants of the Giant God Sect were so scared that they were completely shattered. They picked up their arm and said nothing, and jumped off the arena quickly.

If he hesitated, Chen Fan's sword would directly wipe his throat.

"No. 400 won!" the referee shouted in a long voice.
Chapter completed!