At this time, Zhao Fenghe's slightly frightened and anxious voice resounded throughout the stadium.

"Old Zong, behind you!"

However, it's too late!

Rumble...

A deafening sound rang out, which was the loud noise of the sword force. At this moment, Zong Tieyi felt the harsh sword force behind him, as if countless swords were slashing on his back at the same time.

Before his death, four words flashed through Zong Tie's mind - shrinking into an inch!

The shrinking of the Taoist sect brought unparalleled speed to Qin Yang.

boom!

Qin Yang directly slashed Zong Tieyi on his body with a slam, and with a clang, the sound of metal collision sounded, and the next moment, there was a fragmented sound of rupture.

Zong Tieyi's iron cloth shirt was broken by Qin Yang's Juetian Eight Swords. At this moment, his Gang Power, which he had practiced for many years, was destroyed by Qin Yang's sword.

Qin Yang retracted some force and did not split Zong Tie in half.

Just cut his back and knocked him down the ring.

At this moment, the entire stadium was silent.

Everyone was stunned.

Qin Yang stood alone on the ring, and the knife in his hand gradually shattered and shot away again.

Two knives, two knives were ruined!

"good!"

Suddenly, an excited shout rang out.

Wei Wanlai's old face turned red with excitement. He looked at Qin Yang in great surprise, only to find all this incredible.

Even, he looked at Qin Yang as if he was looking at a monster.

Four swords? No! Two swords are enough!

Qin Yang...isn't he the second Dong Wu?

Unlike Wei Wanlai, Zhao Fenghe's face was pale, while Yu Xianyuan's expression was frozen.

"This is impossible..." Zhao Fenghe looked at Zong Tieyi, whose back was bleeding and his spine was clearly visible, and his head buzzed, and it was blank.

Zong Tieyi, even if he is not dead, he will be disabled!

He brought such a powerful person and even failed, he could not accept it.

Old Old Ning's face twitched, and the shadows dominated by Qin Yang were instantly shrouded in the air. He thought with regret: I shouldn't have hope for Xian Yuan...

Fang Mingzhi lowered his head tremblingly and thought to himself: It's over, the Fang family will never turn around in this life!

"Win!"

Luo Qingying, Yu Shuicheng, Qiao Zhenxiong, Xiao Longhe and his daughter all showed excitement and joy.

Some people are happy and some are worried, but Qin Yang doesn't care about these things.

He looked at Wei Wanlai and said, "Team Leader Wei, please block the people in the martial arts department around you and cannot let anyone escape."

Wei Wanlai excitedly said: "Okay!"

As soon as he agreed, Gu Siwu took action immediately by the Wujiang River and summoned the nearby members of the Martial Commander.

Qin Yang walked over calmly and picked up a long sword again.

He looked calm and looked up at Zhao Fenghe, Yu Xianyuan, Yang Taihe and others with pale faces.

"The master of Xianleju, it's not easy for you to make this arena. I just arrived and have been absent for a few days."

"I just didn't have enough fun fighting with Zong Tieyi. The master is very strong. Isn't I going to come down to compete with me?"

"Don't worry, I'll only make one blow."

Yu Xianyuan's face looked extremely ugly, and he only made a knife. Even Zong Tieyi, who was a big iron shirt, couldn't stop you from having a knife, let alone me?

"Qinyang..."
Chapter completed!