"Azure Profound Sect Fang Han, win."
The referee Xuan Yuanjing's voice sounded, announcing Fang Han's victory.
Fang Han flipped his wrist, took back Azure Edge Sword, and waited for the next opponent.
Mo Yuan clenched his fists tightly, his nails dug into his palms, and his body trembled slightly from the extreme humiliation and unwillingness.
My current situation is very similar to Yin Bin, whom I just called a waste.
He gritted his teeth and walked off the ring without saying a word, his back full of desolation.
Azure Profound Sect direction.
"Winning is so easy?"
A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of Yun Qianyue and Li Feng.
I thought it would be a fierce battle, after all, the opponent was Eighth-rank early stage just like Fang Han.
But I didn't expect it to end so quickly and neatly.
Fang Han's strength is stronger than they expected, and this may not be Fang Han's full strength.
'Can you really catch up with this guy again?'
Huang Ling'er opened her mouth slightly, and her ranking was overtaken by Fang Han. She wanted to catch up again, so she has been practicing hard for this period of time.
But seeing the battle that was almost crushing even though their cultivation levels were comparable, she was no longer so confident about catching up and surpassing Fang Han again.
In the Nether Pavilion camp, the atmosphere is depressing.
Nether Pavilion led the team Elder Ming Gu looked gloomy, his eyes swept over the disciples behind him, and finally landed on a girl who had been standing quietly in the corner.
This girl has a figure of Petite and wears a well-fitting black outfit. Her face is not exactly beautiful, but she has a strange paleness.
A pair of eyes were large and dark, but the pupils seemed to have no focus, showing a coldness that was indifferent to everything.
She wore a short sword on her waist that was one-third shorter than an ordinary sword. The scabbard was dark and without any decoration.
The whole person stood there, her breath restrained to the extreme. If she didn't pay special attention, she would almost ignore her existence.
"You Ling, come on."
Nether Pavilion Elder said in a deep voice.
When the girl named You Ling heard this, she slowly raised her head and looked at Fang Han on the ring with her unwavering eyes, as if she were looking at a dead object.
She didn't answer, just nodded slightly and stepped forward silently.
Her movements seemed unpleasant, but her figure flashed like a ghost, and she appeared quietly on the ring, confronting Fang Han ten feet away.
As she appeared on the stage, a vague and cold atmosphere filled the air, as if the light in the arena had dimmed a bit.
She gently pressed her right hand on the hilt of the dagger at her waist, and an extremely dangerous aura instantly locked onto Fang Han.
"Nether Pavilion's new Beginner stage disciple ranks third You Ling!"
Fang Han looked at You Ling who appeared with some solemnity.
According to what Chen Xuan Elder said, this woman is also of Eighth-rank early stage cultivation, but her strength is higher than Mo Yuan, making her an extremely difficult opponent.
The dangerous aura revealed by the opponent after taking the field also confirms this point.
Referee Xuan Yuanjing glanced at the two men and did not say much. He just nodded slightly and signaled the start of the competition.
Almost at the moment Xuan Yuanjing nodded, the air in the arena seemed to freeze.
"Oops!"
"Tsk!"
Two completely different sword sounds sounded almost at the same time!
Fang Han's Azure Edge Sword is like a cyan electric light Void Sundering, with a tearing wind roar, piercing You Ling's throat. It is exactly the starting position of <Wind Splitting Sword Technique>, fast and sharp.
And You Ling's sword is faster! More cunning!
Her movement of drawing the sword was so fast that only a blurry black shadow was left. The dagger was silent when it was unsheathed, and the blade was dark, as if it could absorb light.
Only at the moment of stabbing out, an almost invisible light ink trail was drawn in the air.
The last hair comes first, directly hitting the Fang Han wrist vein, the angle is very tricky and fierce.
Fang Han's pupils shrank, and with a flick of his wrist, his sword moves immediately changed, turning from stabs to cuts, and the sword edge drew a tricky arc, facing the strange ink color.
"Ding!"
When the two swords clashed for the first time, the sound was crisp but short, and the sparks disappeared as soon as they appeared.
The terrifying power collided between the two swords and exploded, causing both of them to retreat backwards.
"What a fast sword!"
Fang Han felt awe-struck in his heart. His Sword Technique was known for being fast, but his opponent's Sword Technique was actually faster than him.
The opponent should be practicing Medium Grade Sword Technique, which is famous for its speed, and like him, he also realized the Proficiency Realm level.
"Whoosh!"
You Ling's empty eyes were locked on Fang Han, and in a flash, he was approaching Fang Han again.
The dagger in his hand struck out so quickly that afterimages appeared. In a very short period of time, several swords had been swung.
"Ding ding ding..."
Fang Han danced the Azure Edge Sword in his hand so tightly that it turned into heavy sword shadows, blocking the continuous attacks from You Ling.
A series of dense sounds of gold and iron echoed in the ring, like rain hitting plantains.
Fang Han's Sword Technique opens and closes widely, with the swiftness and tearing feeling of "Wind Momentum", the sword wind roars, and the momentum is majestic.
You Ling's Sword Technique brings the speed of "Speed Momentum", which is extremely fast. It takes the opposite direction, abandons everything else, and only pursues the ultimate speed.
There were Sword Qis crisscrossing the arena, and occasionally some escaped Sword Qis crossed the ground, leaving shallow marks.
The onlookers held their breath and were attracted by this wonderful and dangerous sword fight.
"This You Ling and Sword Technique are so weird!"
Azure Profound Sect Here, Huang Ling'er couldn't help shouting and clenching his little hands.
She asked herself that if she faced You Ling, she might lose quickly.
Yun Qianyue's eyes were calm and he said in a low voice.
"Her sword is only used to kill people. It is extremely dangerous."
Li Feng is holding a long knife in his arms, his eyes are sharp, and he is silent, but his eyes fixed on the ring show that he is also concentrating on analyzing the battle situation.
"Ding ding ding ding..."
In the blink of an eye, Fang Han and You Ling have exchanged more than a hundred moves.
Both of them have trained from Medium Grade Sword Technique to the Proficiency Realm, so naturally the competition will be who has the stronger Sword Technique.
And on this point, Fang Han is doing its part.
<Wind Splitting Sword Technique> Sword Technique is the most powerful among Medium Grade Sword Technique, and has stronger power than the ordinary Medium Grade Sword Technique.
As you gradually adapt to You Ling's strange Sword Technique, <Wind Splitting Sword Technique>'s power, which is stronger than the ordinary Medium Grade Sword Technique, begins to appear clearly.
Every time the blades collide, You Ling's black dagger will let out a subtle whine, and her hand holding the sword will become numb.
Compared with the original, her hand flexibility has decreased and her sword swing speed has slowed down.
She had obviously noticed this, and a faint fluctuation finally flashed through her empty eyes.
"Now!"
Fang Han's eyes flashed with light.
Azure Edge Sword let out a clear and long roar, and the airflow around the sword body gathered crazily, making a sharp hiss.
'Void Splitting Gold Severing!'
He used the most penetrating move in <Wind Splitting Sword Technique>!
The sword light condensed into substance and turned into a thin line of light blue, ignoring the heavy sword shadows cast by You Ling, breaking through the face and piercing his heart.
This sword is fast! Cruel! Accurate! It brings the cohesion and penetration of "Wind Momentum" to the extreme!
You Ling's face changed drastically. She sensed the fatal crisis. She danced with her dagger quickly, spreading a dark sword curtain in front of her, and retreated sharply.
"Tsk!"
However, the sword of Wind Splitting can break everything.
The light cyan sword light was like a hot knife cutting through oil, tearing apart the black sword curtain easily and accurately landing on the spine of You Ling's dagger.
"Dang--!"
A loud bang that was far duller and harsher than any previous exchange exploded!
You Ling If he was hit hard, his delicate body shook violently, he groaned, the jaw of his right hand holding the sword cracked, and the blood instantly dyed the hilt red.
The black dagger could no longer be held and flew out of his hand, falling in the distance with a clang.
Her whole body was shaken by this huge force and flew backwards from the ground.
A figure flashed past, and Xuan Yuanjing appeared behind You Ling. He rolled up his robe sleeves and gently took it down, neutralizing the impact.
"Azure Profound Sect Fang Han, win."
Xuan Yuanjing glanced at the pale You Ling and announced the result.
Fang Han slowly retracted his sword, his chest rose and fell slightly, and his breathing became slightly rapid.
The cunning and speed of this girl Sword Technique are truly rare in his life. If <Wind Splitting Sword Technique> were not even more powerful, the outcome would still be uncertain.
He glanced across the Nether Pavilion camp, waiting for the next opponent to appear.
Elder, the leader of the team led by the Nether Pavilion, looked so gloomy that he could shed tears.
Three people on his side lost in succession, while Azure Profound Sect only lost one person.
This situation is already extremely unfavorable.
"Trash! They are all a bunch of trash!"
Elder cursed in his heart, and his eyes swept across the disciples behind him sinisterly, finally landing on a strong young man.
This young man is more than eight feet tall, with broad shoulders and a thick back. His muscles bulge out of his black disciple uniform, and he is full of explosive power.
His face was rough, with a ferocious scar diagonally slashing from the left brow bone to his cheek, adding a bit of fierceness to it.
The most eye-catching thing was the weapon standing next to him - it was not a sword, but a giant war hammer that was half a man tall, all black, and with a hammer head like a bucket.
Dark red lines are faintly visible on the hammer's body, like dried blood, exuding a heart-stopping heavy aura.
He is Nether Pavilion's new Beginner stage disciple, ranked second, Grade Eight's mid-term cultivation, and famous for his strength - Huo Man!
"Huo Man!"
Nether Pavilion Elder's voice was hoarse, with an unquestionable commanding tone.
"It's your turn, don't let me down!"
The sturdy young man named Huo Man slowly opened his eyes. They were a pair of beast-like eyes, full of violence and bloodthirsty light.
He grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth. Together with the scars on his face, he looked even more ferocious.
"Elder Don't worry, my strength is not comparable to that of these three trash."
His voice was low and hoarse, like sandpaper.
After saying that, he stretched out his big hand like a cattail leaf fan and easily grasped the handle of the giant war hammer. With a seemingly casual lift, the heavy war hammer lifted off the ground.
"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"
Huo Man walked towards the ring step by step, his steps were extremely heavy, and with every footfall, it seemed that even the ring was shaking slightly.
The exaggerated war hammer dragged on the ground, making a tooth-breaking sound when it rubbed against the ground. Wherever it passed, a shallow dent was made on the hard arena floor!
When he stepped into the ring, he was like a moving hill, bringing a sense of oppression far greater than the previous Mo Yuan and You Ling.
His eyes fell on Fang Han, as if he was looking at a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, and he said with a cruel smile.
"Boy, I am not comparable to those three losers. Your limp sword cannot stop my war hammer!"