"What's going on?"

Huo Zun was a little gasping, not because he was tired, but because he was nervous for a long time, causing hypoxia. He also slapped dozens or hundreds of palms, and his bloody hands seemed to be completely unaware of it. While surprised, he felt a sense of fear in his heart.

"Are you finished?"

The bloody hand randomly slapped off the dust that did not exist on his chest and smiled, "Your palm power is strong and your skills are not enough. I'm still far from hurting me."

"snort!"

Huo Zun was not convinced, and he was about to attack again.

The next second, Blood Hand's eyes suddenly widened, and a murderous aura surged out of his body. At the same time, he grabbed his big hand, and a bloody color seemed to rush towards him, causing Huo Zun's breath to stagnate, and he hurriedly stopped and retreated quickly.

Huh! While Huo Zun was staggering and retreating, his bloody hands suddenly stretched out, as if two palm-leaf fans were covering his head.

The platform is so big, this is the limitation of the arena match. Unlike the usual free battle, the space reserved during dodging must be considered.

Huo Zun still has little practical experience and was attacked several times by the Blood Hand to retreat to the edge. By the time he reacted next time, there was no room.

With a heart of his heart, Huo Zun calmed down, his legs stood in prison like an iron pillar, roared, and his palms blasted out! Buzz! The Blood-handed Master's body was light and he removed Huo Zun's strength and slapped his backhand on the back of his head.

Bang! Puff! The back of the head is the key. Even though Huo Zun was always on guard, he still didn't carry this palm. His body shaking and crashed into the ring.

Wow! Thunderous applause sounded.

The Blood Hand Master picked up Huo Zun and threw it out like a dead dog.

"If it weren't for the rules, and there were so many media watching, I would have killed you today!"

The voice of bloody hands echoed in his ears. Huo Zun had a breath of breath and his consciousness was still there. After hearing this, he sprayed a mouthful of blood and fainted on the spot.

The disciples of the Baji Sect were shocked and rushed over and snatched Huo Zun back.

The Central Plains Wu Linfang looked ugly. They didn't expect that the two masters on their side would be defeated so badly.

"Hahaha..." The Blood-handed Master laughed wildly, pointed at Lin Xiao and said, "Lin Xiao! It would be a wise choice not to play, otherwise you would be the one who lay down."

Lin Xiao remained silent and did not reply a word.

Nangong Jin, who was sitting next to him, was a little worried and grabbed Lin Xiao's hand.

Only Nangong Jin knew what Lin Xiao was thinking, and he also knew how much pressure he was under.

"Damn! Huo Zun was defeated, isn't it good now?"

Lie Yangzi, who had a breath of breath, had a pale face. He hurriedly walked to Lin Xiao and sat down, "Lin Xiao! You're giving me an idea. If you lose in the next game, we will be in real danger."

At this moment, the Central Plains Martial Arts Team was already a little panicked. The score is now three to two, and the next game is not very suspense. Gao Haijian’s winning rate against Xie Tong is not high, so he can only fight.

If you lose, all hope will fall into unlimited confrontation.

Unless you win all three battles at the unlimited level, unfortunately this chance is so slim that it makes people desperate.

"Brother Hua, please rest assured to heal your wounds!"

Lin Xiao said lightly.

"You...you are so anxious."

Lie Yangzi beat his feet and stamped his chest, shook his head and retreated.

Nangong Jin looked at Lin Xiao worriedly, "Husband! Why don't you tell them the truth?

If you take risks alone, it’s okay if you succeed. If you fail, you will be criticized for the whole world.”

"The Central Plains martial arts world is a mess. Maybe who is the spy? Now, it will only increase chaos and fear, and will also make the Western Regions martial arts world notice it, which will add more danger."

Lin Xiao took a deep breath, "I hope God will stand on my side this time."

Nangong Jin frowned even deeper and grabbed Lin Xiao's hand tightly, "No matter what, I will be with you."

At this moment, Nangong Jin suddenly felt that as the real direct line of Qiankun Academy, he should belong to the most powerful group of people in the world, but he couldn't even help his own man. It was really sad.

Never once, Nangong Jin would feel the importance of power and power.

She suddenly made a decision to show her power belonging to the direct line of Qiankun Academy in a limited year.

"In addition to Duanmuyi, there must be other forces from the old Qiankun Academy. I must find a way to contact them!"

When Nangong Jin was meditating, the third stage game of the Golden Level began.

Gao Haijian was wearing a white dress and holding a silver dragon sword in his hand, and landed on the stage in a daze.

He looked down and looked around, Gao Haijian seemed to be looking for something, but a look of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

"You look very similar to someone when he was young!"

At some point, the young-looking evil child slowly walked onto the stage, just like an old man who was terminally ill and staggered, unable to see any threat.

Gao Haijian was slightly stunned, "What does it mean?"

"Haha..." The evil boy smiled mysteriously and did not say bluntly, "Come on, let me see your strength!"

A hundred and six years ago, Xie Tong was a famous man in the martial arts world and a top master in the Western Regions. Being able to survive the world by the great masters until now is enough to show his strength.

Therefore, even if Gao Haijian is confident, he will never dare to be arrogant.

The sword body stretched out flat, and a ray of cold flashed under the sunlight.

"Occursed!"

Gao Hai's sword body followed the sound, and the sword sounded like lightning shot.

Bang! Xie Tong fisted naked, intercepted Gao Haijian's wrist, cut him directly into the middle, and hit his armpit with one elbow.

Gao Haijian flipped his wrist and stabbed his sword straight into the opponent's eyebrows. This is a self-destructive way. If the evil boy does not stop, even if he can break up several ribs of Gao Haijian, his head will be stabbed.

Wow! The evil boy took the initiative to retreat and did not choose to die together.

"Haha... my grasp of the battle is indeed exquisite, better than the one I used to be."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Gao Haijian frowned slightly, and shouted while waving his sword and stabbing, "Tell me clearly!"

The evil boy continued to laugh without saying a word, and continued to fight with Gao Haijian.

The evil boy is like a ghost, floating around the Gaohai sword. Every time he makes a move, he will click to the point, acting like he wants to get or is disdainful.

It seems that Gao Haijian has always had the upper hand, but Lin Xiao is extremely worried.

"The evil boy is so cunning. If the sea sword cannot change the tactics, he may suffer a loss."

Lin Xiao clenched his fists gently.

If you lose the third game, you can only fight to the death and fight back, and there is no room for maneuver.

The sound of swords is endless. Gao Hai Jian's sword technique is mainly fast, simple and direct, and contains Kunlun tactics, but it is more of a killing method of marching and fighting.

The evil boy has never launched an effective counterattack, as if he was controlled by Gao Haijian's rhythm.

Gao Haijian did not make the young man's mistake. He kept fighting steadily and occasionally panic, which was also a trick to lure the enemy.

After following Lin Xiaonan for many years, Gao Haijian's changes in the battle needless to say, in terms of tactics and techniques, few people can defeat him.
Chapter completed!