The sword energy flew down from the air and struck directly at the ancient martial arts arena, striking the ground between the two opponents.
A deep ravine suddenly tore the two people apart, splitting the battlefield into two and widening the boundary between them.
At the same time, the noise and discussion outside surged in like a tide and penetrated into Cao Qitian's ears.
His expression changed, and then he hurriedly shouted: "I give up!"
Nangong Wuxiu's murderous intent instantly subsided, his eyes returned to Cao Qitian, and he looked faintly at Song Jianqiu who was standing on the other side.
"The sword energy penetrates vertically and horizontally, the realm where man and sword merge into one."
He sneered and said: "As expected of Song Jianqiu, the leader of the Jiangnan Martial League, but I will remember you and hope that you will not fall into my hands in the future, otherwise..."
Nangong Wuxiu smiled contemptuously, then turned around and strode away from the ancient martial arts arena.
Cao Qitian's severed arm was also quickly picked up by members of the Cao family and taken away from the scene.
They had many things to ask Cao Qitian, including the old man Xuanyuan who was sitting firmly on the high platform and had never spoken.
Nangong Wuxiu once again won the eight-to-four challenge with a heart-stopping method.
And this time the opponent is Cao Qitian, who has high hopes from countless people.
I thought it would be a protracted battle, but I didn't expect that he couldn't even take a move from Nangong Wuxiu and almost died tragically in the ancient martial arts arena.
This made everyone watching the battle look stunned and stunned, deeply impressed by Nangong Wuxiu's domineering momentum.
So far in the quarter-finals, three players have entered the semi-finals.
Nangong Wuxiu, Luo Gusha, Yao Ziyang.
Only Lu Fan and Dongfang Yanran are left to decide the final playoff, and then they can directly enter the semi-finals and then compete for the final ranking.
The two walked to the ring again.
Eyes facing each other.
"Do you really want to make it to the Final Four?"
Dongfang Yanran wanted to dissuade Lu Fan. In fact, the so-called top four spots were of little value. Everyone had seen Nangong Wuxiu's methods. Anyone who faced him would be half disabled if not dead.
There is no difference between a crippled top four and trash.
"Why do you want to make it to the semi-finals?"
Lu Fan said calmly: "You have no chance of winning when you meet Nangong Wuxiu. You already have everything, why do you need to embarrass yourself so much?"
"The honor of the Dongfang Family, the number one martial arts family in China, cannot be violated. Although I am not 100% sure about him, I will not suffer a defeat like Cao Qitian."
Dongfang Yanran's eyebrows were lightly swept, her temperament was like an orchid in an empty valley, and she said elegantly: "The Dongfang family is far more powerful than you think. In today's quarterfinals, no one can shake Nangong Wuxiu's dominance except me.
, if you insist on fighting, then I will not hold back until I kill you off the stage."
"Then let's try it."
Lu Fan let out a low roar, and the momentum from his whole body spurted out like a ferocious beast. He kicked the ground with his feet, shattering the stone slabs of the ancient martial arts arena, and suddenly rushed towards Dongfang Yanran!