Ye Xiong and Jian Nanshan entered the restriction at the same time and stood on the side of their disciples.
Jian Nanshan came to Zhao Mu, checked his body, and said: "Master, Zhao Mu's right arm was chopped off, and the man's life was ruined. Even if he is cured, his cultivation level will be greatly reduced, and he will stop here for the rest of his life.
It took so much effort for our Jiange to cultivate such a disciple, but to be abolished like this, I will never let it go."
You Ming was about to retort, but Ye Xiong quickly stopped her: "Let me do it."
Youming nodded, knowing that he was far behind him in terms of bickering.
It would be more appropriate for him to come out and settle matters at this time.
"What do you think, Master Sword Pavilion said?" Ye Xiong asked.
"No. 15 will be disqualified from the competition and expelled from the sect. The Changsheng Sect does not have such ruthless disciples." Jian Nanshan said angrily.
"What crime did she commit?"
"Isn't it enough to brutally kill your fellow disciples?"
"On the battlefield, swords have no eyes. The master also said that as long as one side does not admit defeat, it cannot stop." After Ye Xiong finished speaking, his voice changed and became sharp, and shouted: "I would like to ask the master of the sword pavilion,
One of your disciples humiliated people in public, how should this account be settled?"
"Have you ever noticed me as the leader? Please stand aside." Nangong Han shouted.
Jian Nanshan snorted coldly, stood aside and stopped talking.
Ye Xiong walked to You Ming and whispered: "Don't worry, I won't let him go. Anyone who dares to humiliate you will die."
There was a fierce light in his eyes. You Ming had never noticed that he could emit such a strong murderous aura.
Suddenly, I felt a little touched.
If you care, you will get angry.
"I'm waiting for you to help me take revenge." You Ming nodded.
Nangong Han's eyes fell on Zhao Mu, who was injured and unconscious, and said: "Zhao Mu acted rudely and deserved to be seriously injured. This is a lesson to everyone, and you must not humiliate others. As for Yang Xinyi, she was too harsh.
Responsibility; Jian Wuhen cares about his junior brother, made rude remarks, and made mistakes. Even if he is angry and angry, I will not hold him accountable... From now on, whoever dares to break the rules, I will never let him go, and the game will continue."
Ye Xiong and Jian Nanshan looked at each other, left at the same time, and landed on the stage.
After several confrontations, the hatred between the two was completely irreconcilable. If it were not for his identity, Jian Nanshan would have wanted to kill Ye Xiong for revenge.
Next, the game continues.
The rest of the people did not dare to challenge Jian Wuhen, Luo Chongyang, Youming, Xuetu and Zhuo Wushuang.
The strength of these five people can be said to be recognized as the top five.
As the competition progressed, they were eliminated one by one, and in the end only thirteen were left.
At this time, it was Zhuo Wushuang's turn to choose.
"I choose to challenge No. 2 Luo Chongyang." Zhuo Wushuang said.
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a roar all around, and everyone was startled.
With Jian Wuhen's strength, if he chooses other opponents, he will definitely enter the top ten without any pressure.
Even Ye Xiong was frightened by his decision, and he really didn't listen to himself.
Fortunately, he did not choose Jian Wuhen, otherwise, it might be more troublesome.
"Does the Eighth Prince want to pick me? This puts me in a difficult position." Luo Chongyang sneered.
"Luo Chongyang, do you want to answer or not? If not, you can admit defeat." Zhuo Wushuang pointed his spear.
"The Eighth Prince invites me to fight, how can I not accept it? But, what if I accidentally hurt the Eighth Prince?"
"There is no identity in the battle platform. Don't you understand this rule?"
"Okay, I'll fight."
Luo Chongyang's figure flashed and fell into the battle platform.
There was a burst of cheers from the audience, and many people shouted.
The previous battles were all fought with great disparity in strength, and they have never been so evenly matched as they are now.
The second master among the young disciples of the Immortality Sect faced off against the Eighth Prince, which in itself was a very big attraction.
"The next battle will be between Luo Chongyang and Zhuo Wushuang. I don't need to explain the rules anymore, let's get started!"
As Nangong Han finished speaking, Zhuo Wushuang's aura increased. He pointed his spear, and a beam of white light shot towards Luo Chongyang, like the sun piercing through.
"Let me see which one is more powerful, your spear or my sword."
Luo Chongyang drew out a straight sword that was two meters long and five fingers wide. The sword's body shone white, like a mirror.
This sword is called the Sun Sword, it is his natal weapon, and it is very powerful.
Buzz!
A sword thrust out, and the sword light shot straight.
The two drums collided and exploded in mid-air, shooting out a dazzling light.
The two of them were at about the same level and had the same strength. The fight was so intense that the sky was dark and the ground was dark, and they could not help but let out a scream.
Luo Chongyang is worthy of being the second-ranked young disciple. His strength is incredible, he is both offensive and defensive, and has very rich combat experience.
Zhuo Wushuang is like an angry lion, always in a state of rage and unstoppable.
In the blink of an eye, half an hour passed, and the winner was still not decided.
Gradually, Zhuo Wushuang began to lose control.
"Thousands of assassins!"
His figure moved quickly in mid-air, turning into more than a dozen afterimages, each of which was like her, holding a silver gun in its hand.
Chirp chirp chirp…
More than a dozen voices sounded at the same time.
Like a storm, they attacked Luo Chongyang at the same time, and the entire air was shimmering with the light of the spear.
It's a good move to stab a thousand people, and it's really an offensive with thousands of troops and horses.
Luo Chongyang was neither too tight nor too tight, always changing his moves as he saw them, always as steady as a dog.
No matter how powerful Zhuo Wushuang's attack was, he was unable to break through and defend against this powerful move.
"Storm Thorn!"
Zhuo Wushuang grasped the spear tightly, and with such momentum, the whole silver spear seemed to feel the murderous aura and buzzed.
The next moment, a storm-like attack struck at Luo Chongyang's head.
The momentum was like a long setting sun, powerful and powerful.
Luo Chongyang still focused on defense. No matter how strong Zhuo Wushuang's momentum was, he was able to neutralize them one by one.
Warm applause came from outside the stadium, everyone was attracted by this earth-shattering fierce battle.
This level of excitement is much better than before.
Off the field, Ye Xiong frowned.
On the surface, the two seem to be evenly matched, but if this continues, Zhuo Wushuang will suffer a loss sooner or later.
One side is trying its best to attack, and the other side is trying its best to defend.
Attacking definitely requires more energy than defending. After all, defense can be avoided.
If he still can't attack in this round, Zhuo Wushuang will definitely lose.
Zhuo Wushuang's silver spear passed through the heavy defense and stabbed Luo Chongyang accurately. Luo Chongyang defended with his sword horizontally, and the spear stabbed on the back of the sword.
"break!"
Zhuo Wushuang roared loudly.
There was only a small ding sound, and the sword in Luo Chongyang's hand cracked and broke into two pieces.
The silver spear drove straight in and stabbed Luo Chongyang's chest. Luo Chongyang spun around to avoid it. The silver spear stuck to his body and grazed his chest, leaving a long trail of blood that stained his clothes red.
Luo Chongyang retreated a few hundred meters and stopped, looking at the injury on his chest with an ugly look on his face.
"It seems that the quality of your sword is not very good!" Zhuo Wushuang pointed his spear and said with a sneer.