Then, the second round of the arena competition finally arrived.

Since the performance of Changsheng Palace was particularly outstanding before, more and more spectators were watching this arena.

The people from the Divine Sword Sect seem to be very disdainful of the Palace of Changsheng.

At first glance, the Divine Sword Sect was wearing the same clothes, whether it was men or women, older or younger.

The long sword in the blue shirt seems to have become a signature storefront of the Divine Sword Sect.

At this time, the first person in the Changjian Sect to turn over to the ring was a middle-aged man.

It looks a little vicissitudes of life, but its eyes are not as sharp as ordinary.

Obviously, he is a master of swords, but he is also an unusual person.

"Wu Gang, the Divine Sword Sect, who will give me advice?"

The middle-aged man looked at Chen Changsheng and others on the other side of the ring, with disdain in his eyes.

Then he pulled out the sword in his hand directly.

At the three-foot blue peak, the sword light shone brightly, and the sword intent even enveloped the four directions, moving countless people.

"Hiss! This is the seventh sword of the Divine Sword Sect, is Wu Gang?"

"I heard that Wu Gang's sword is domineering and fierce, so it's hard for anyone to survive ten moves in his hands."

"I don't know who can be sure of going up to the Palace of Changsheng this time. It seems that there are too few people."

"In my opinion, there is only the last one left. It's impossible for them to let their master take action now, right?"

...

Some speculations are constantly circulating, and they are also looking forward to it.

At this time, Wang Teng took a step forward, his eyes burning.

"Master, since my senior sister is inconvenient to take action, I'll take the lead first."

But Wang Xue suddenly spoke, "Master, it's time for me to appear."

Listening to the two of them, Chen Changsheng nodded slightly, then looked at Wang Xue.

"You go."

“Show your talent.”

Although Wang Teng went up, he would definitely have some tricks to use.

But Wang Xue said it well, she should always make a debut, and she also wanted to test how much her talent has developed.

All along, Lin Yu and Wang Teng, the ones who took the most attacks were Lin Yu and Wang Teng, and Wang Xue took very few moves.

Now is naturally the best opportunity to test.

A gorgeous leap into the sky, Wang Xue stepped on the book, and she was so proud that she could be rejuvenated and fell down.

"It turned out to be a young talent in the world of talent!"

"How did the Palace of Changsheng find these talents?"

"It's really incredible. It seems that they have more or less secrets!"

...

Many people were very surprised.

This is a huge deviation from the situation in the Palace of Longevity that they imagined, and is even completely different from the idea.

Even the Divine Sword Sect and others standing opposite were surprised.

"Is it talent? I really want to experience it!"

"So, please take a move!"

Wu Gang's sword forward moved forward, his eyes became extremely sharp, and a domineering sword intent instantly condensed and formed, covering the sword body, turning into a conspicuous red light.

At this time, Wang Xue was still calm and calm. When she waved her hand, a judge's deathbed pen appeared in her hand.

As the dance moved, the contacts on the tip of the pen left behind the talent, gathering into a gorgeous poem.

His talent and poetry were so exciting that the entire arena was deeply infected.

The spectators around were completely fascinated by Wang Xue's charm, and their eyes showed endless admiration and yearning.

"What to see!"

"You guys have really bad intentions in their eyes!"

Wang Teng was very dissatisfied with those greedy eyes under the arena.

But at this moment, Wang Xue spoke leisurely: "There are thousands of miles of clouds, the snow of thousands of mountains and the shadows of the evening, who will the shadow go to?"

While everyone was immersed in the poem, Wu Gang's expression changed.

On the surface, this poem was read for everyone, but its connotation and thoughts were aimed at Wu Gang.

In just a moment, Wu Gang felt a terrifying chill that locked him firmly.

Moreover, the scenes around have also changed incredibly.

The originally standing are transformed into a continuous snow-capped mountain, and the chill is deep and deep.

Even if Wu Gang used his sword energy to resist it, he still couldn't help but feel a little scared.

"What a thousand mountains and snow!"

"You can actually turn your talent into a phantom. You are indeed worthy of being my opponent!"

"But I've never been afraid of illusions. What is fake is fake, Sword Slaying Art!"

In an instant, a violent sword energy burst out from Wu Gang's body, and thousands of sword lights shot out from all directions.

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom..."

Every sword light hit every mountain, shattering the snow-capped mountains and cutting off the cold.

At this moment, Wu Gang gained the upper hand and rushed forward quickly.

The speed is very fast and the impact is very strong.

But Wang Xue was not in a hurry, but raised her hand to write a line of vigorous and powerful fonts in front of her.

"It's as solid as a rock and unshakable as a rock, and it's as solid as a god, and it's not panic!"

In an instant, the fourteen fonts gathered into a golden barrier that took into account, blocking countless sword energy, making it difficult for Wu Gang to get closer.

"clang!!"

The sword slashed down as if it was slashed on the hardest shield and was bounced back.

Feeling the pain in the tiger's mouth and the numbness on his arms, Wu Gang's face suddenly sank, and he realized that he had underestimated Wang Xue.

Whether it is an attack from the illusion or an unbreakable defense, it is all extraordinary.

Is this really a strength that a Taoist emperor can have?

In Wu Gang's heart, he couldn't help but have such a thought.

After all, he is a seventh-level Taoist saint, and he is still a real person. With his hard work, he accumulates and forges himself little by little. After suppressing for a long time, he reached his current realm.

But it is more compact than the ordinary seventh level of Taoist Saint.

But in front of Wang Xue, such advantages and gaps seem to be difficult to show.

This surprised Wu Gang.

It is completely unreasonable to not understand why a Taoist emperor can achieve such a level.

In fact, this is also something that everyone can't understand.

It seems that the realm of the Palace of Eternal Life is the realm, and their cultivation has long been off the right track.

Thinking about this makes many people feel even more creepy.

At this time, Wang Xue did not give Wu Gang too much breathing time, and directly waved his hand to disperse the barrier and turned defense into offense.

He picked up the pen and wrote again, "A sword dance moves all directions!"

The meaning of the word is expressed, and the energy is stronger.

The terrifying sword intent brought about a stronger sword energy, sweeping across it.

Even a master of swordsman like Wu Gang felt the extraordinary power.

"Using the pen as a sword, can we exert sword energy comparable to the true meaning?"

Now, Wu Gang was completely stunned, as if he was looking at a monster.

But at the moment, he didn't dare to be careless and hurriedly improved his skills, swung out several sword energy, and tried to resist the sword.

"Boom boom boom!!!"

The terrifying waves swept around and drove hundreds of people's black hair to fly around.
Chapter completed!