As long as they can win here with their cultivation in the True Yuan Realm and the True Martial Realm, they will naturally be noticed by some sects here.
As long as they are accepted into their sect casually, or their performance is seen by the elders of the clan, there will naturally be countless benefits for them.
With their thoughts changing, they rushed forward together. Seeing this, Chen Feng followed suit.
When they attacked Fang Heng, Chen Feng also followed suit. After all, there is free labor, so if you don't use it, it will be in vain.
And Chen Feng didn't just attack Fang Heng, Wentian and the others didn't let anyone go.
If what he wants is to win this game, it doesn't matter how the process goes.
"Damn it!" Fang Heng looked at them and couldn't help but curse.
Originally, with his strength, it would be no problem to defeat them one by one.
But he expected them to join forces.
The trouble is just a little troublesome, as long as you can win.
"Qianjue World-Destroying Sword!"
Fang Heng shouted angrily, and the long sword in his hand turned into a sword shadow that filled the sky, densely suspended in the air.
The sharp sword energy makes people feel pain in their cheeks even from a distance.
"We can't let him do it!" someone shouted, his face changing drastically.
Even without them having to say anything, Wentian and others could see the power of this blow.
They launched an attack and collided fiercely with the sword shadow.
Dust flew into the air for a while, and countless ripples rippled throughout the arena.
It's a shame that the arena is protected by a formation, otherwise the people around it would suffer as well.
The sword shadow and their attacks were constantly wearing away, and a strange balance was reached for a while.
Looking at this scene, Fang Heng was a little anxious, and he knew it well.
If they continue, he will not be their opponent at all. The spiritual energy consumed by this move is simply too huge.
Just when Fang Heng was a little worried, Wentian and the others suddenly stopped.
"What's going on?"
Although he was doubtful, Fang Heng would not let go of such a good opportunity.
Dense sword shadows whizzed down, and Wentian and others passively endured it.
They didn't know what was going on. Everything was fine, and they would win soon.
As a result, for some unknown reason, a sudden force of gravity hit them, making their bodies feel extremely heavy and stiff, unable to do anything.
"I didn't expect that I still underestimated him, and he actually has such a method."
"This time I am certain to die!" Some people felt desolate in their hearts, feeling that they were completely finished.
...
They just watched helplessly, watching the sword shadows in the sky directly penetrate their bodies and bring out clusters of blood flowers.
Fang Heng looked at them who had fallen down, with an undisguised smile on his face.
After giving up, he felt the same feeling as Wentian and others.
My body became extremely heavy, as if I was carrying a huge mountain on my back.
Falling from the air uncontrollably, Fang Heng stared at Chen Feng who was standing aside.
"It's... you!" The voice squeezed out of his throat was hoarse and weird.
He never thought that the final winner would be Chen Feng.
Looking at Fang Heng who fell to the ground, Chen Feng walked over, and every step he took seemed to step on Fang Heng's heart.
He just looked at it, feeling unspeakable fear in his heart.
"Let...let me go! Please!" Fang Heng finally couldn't help but beg for mercy.