Yang Ji's expression changed, and he immediately jumped into the air without thinking. The opponent's aura was extremely strong, and he was definitely at the peak of the second level of martial arts, close to the third level.
This kind of strength is definitely a level higher than other registered disciples. Zhao Chan is definitely not his opponent.
"Stop him!"
Sun Jue raised his sword eyebrows and fired out the electricity without hesitation. The three martial arts students from Qingchuan County shot at the same time, with blood and energy gushing out, and they joined forces to fight against Yang Ji.
Bang bang bang!
The two palms intersected, and there were continuous bangs. In a hurry, Yang Ji swayed and took a few steps back. Before his steps could settle, there was a bang, and Zhao Chan was lifted by the palm of the figure who jumped from the air, and was sent flying.
go out.
"Senior Brother Zhao!——"
The crowd exclaimed.
"Sun Jue, what do you want to do?!"
Yang Ji shouted angrily, his voice rumbling like thunder. It was promised that it would be a competition between "named disciples" taught by his subordinates, but Sun Jue actually deceived and sent people to sneak attack!
Yang Ji felt a nameless anger rising in his heart.
Clang!
Behind Yang Ji, long swords were unsheathed and pointed towards the opposite side. A dozen registered disciples looked at the opposite side, each one glaring angrily.
Whoosh!
Behind Sun Jue, everyone was not to be outdone. They all drew their swords out of their sheaths, and the atmosphere was tense!
Around him, other Iron Crown disciples who were watching were dodging.
What happened turned out to be this scene, which was far beyond everyone's expectations. Higher up in Tieguan Mountain, Senior Sister Lin Qingyan frowned slightly.
Not too far away, a dark-faced young man stood on the white jade railing, looking down, with a smile on his lips.
"Yang Ji, are you going to regret it?"
Sun Jue sneered.
"What do you mean?"
Yang Ji said angrily.
"We said before that we would win three out of five games. Now it's only three games. You won't regret it."
Sun Jue sneered.
"Three rounds? What do you mean? Where did you get the third round?"
Yang Ji said in a deep voice.
"Hehe, isn't this it?"
Sun Jue pointed at the "black shadow" not far away and smiled proudly: "We are talking about the best of three games, but we never said that a person can only play once. Now my people have defeated your Zhao Chan, in full view of everyone.
, you shouldn’t want to count so many people.” (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!