At this time, the battle in the ring was over. What surprised Wang Chen was that Zhang Zike's cultivation at the eighth level of Qiwu defeated Han Long, who was at the ninth level of Qiwu.
Zhao Mingjin defeated Xia Shuyi, Fan Sheng lost to Wan Rui, and Shen Lin lost to Xing Xiaotian as expected.
"The third round will begin soon, with Wang Chen versus Zhang Zike, Han Long versus Xing Xiaotian, Fan Sheng versus Shen Lin, Wan Rui versus Zhao Mingjin, and Zhao Xin versus Xia Shuyi."
Zhang Zike looked at Wang Chen and said, "I have been looking forward to your sword power for a long time. I hope you will not disappoint me."
Wang Chen was not to be outdone, "I am also looking forward to your mastery of the art of swordsmanship."
Xia Menghe held Wang Chen's finger and looked at Wang Chen worriedly, "Young Master, you must be careful."
Wang Chen also touched the latter's head and said, "Don't worry."
Zhang Zike closed his eyes tightly and constantly adjusted his breathing, which was enough to show that he valued Wang Chen as his opponent.
Almost everyone in the ring is not optimistic about Wang Chen. After all, Zhang Zike is three levels higher than Wang Chen. This is no joke.
"I guess Wang Chen can't stand Zhang Zike's three moves."
"I don't think so. Wang Chen has gathered his swords to become a powerful force, and Zhang Zike has only reached the level of swordsmanship. There is still a chance."
Everyone held their own opinions, but most of them were still optimistic about Zhang Zike.
Zhang Zike opened his eyes fiercely, his momentum was like a rainbow, giving people a feeling of calm and self-power. Before the two of them fought, they were already fighting in terms of momentum. The mysterious energy collided, and the dust on the field was raging, and the people in the audience could no longer see it. Two figures.
Zhang Zike was the first to take action, the blade of the sword was shining brightly, and the trembling sound of Xuanqi was heard. Wang Chen did not dare to be careless. This might be the strongest opponent he had encountered among his peers in so long. There was no one like him, and he was nervous.
Zhang Zike slashed at Wang Chen with a sword. This sword was simple and unpretentious, and his subtle sword skills were displayed to the fullest at this moment. Wang Chen used his sword with all his strength and held it horizontally in front of his chest to block the sword. Wang Chen obviously underestimated it. Zhang Zike's power immediately flew backwards, his face turned pale, and he was injured with just one move.
Xia Menghe was nervous when she saw Wang Chen flying backwards, her heart ached, her face was pale, and she felt distressed.
"No way, you will lose with just one move?" Everyone was amazed at Zhang Zike's strength.
Wang Chen stood up, and couldn't help but sigh that this sword was really powerful. A burst of fire ignited in Wang Chen's heart. This was exactly the opponent he wanted. At this moment, Wang Chen's sword power was concentrated to the extreme. There was a swishing sound around the ring, and there was a swishing sound under his feet. Walking forward, Wang Chen took the initiative and attacked Zhang Zike.
Zhang Zike also laughed out loud when he saw Wang Chen's sword power, "Yes, this is interesting. Let's see if your sword is more powerful or mine is better!"
The sword intention soared into the sky, and he jumped towards Wang Chen. The knife in his hand slashed at Wang Chen like a swimming dragon, "Wang Chen, this move is called Dragon Soaring Ten Thousand Miles. I created it myself. I hope you can take it." .
Wang Chen saw Zhang Zike's sword turning into a green dragon and slashing towards him. Wang Chen did not retreat but advanced, "Well done!" At this moment, Wang Chen showed the artistic conception of the wind of Dacheng. Suddenly the wind on the field was fierce, and every time A stroke of wind is now Wang Chen's weapon.
Someone on the stage exclaimed, "Is it the artistic conception of the wind, or Dacheng's artistic conception of the wind?"
Everyone in the ring felt the wind. Every gust of wind blowing on the body would give people a stinging sensation, as if it could pierce the skin.
The elders on the viewing platform also stood up one after another, and Elder Hua also laughed, "Dacheng's artistic conception of the wind, the swordsmanship has gathered strength, hahaha, there is hope for the rise of the sect."
Xia Menghe jumped up happily at this time, and he did not expect that the young master was hiding his strength.
Feng Yan's face jumped, and he was speechless for a while, "You are really perverted," but his face changed instantly, "Haha, he is indeed my brother."
Wang Chen cooperated with Dacheng's artistic conception of wind, and struck Zhang Zike's sword with the wind blow. The green dragon was instantly torn into pieces by the strong wind, and he easily resolved this move.
Zhang Zike looked uncertain at the moment, shocked and a little confused, "How is this possible?" He looked at Wang Chen like a monster.
"You are very strong, I have to use all my strength, come on, let's decide the outcome!" Wang Chen looked at Zhang Zike and said seriously.
A cold light flashed in Wang Chen's eyes. At this moment, the movements of the artistic conception of wind made him reach the extreme speed. At this moment, the extremely sharp sword movement matched this stroll. Wang Chen couldn't stop laughing wildly. At this moment, he felt extremely good.
Everyone was also impressed by Wang Chen's momentum. At this moment, it would not be an exaggeration to say that Wang Chen was the sword immortal. With a stroke of his sword, the light of the sword was ruthless, and he stabbed Zhang Zike non-stop. The latter had no choice but to stop.
He kept dodging, Wang Chen's speed made him constantly injured, and his body was covered with wounds from the sword.
He was also furious, and then he raised his sword and spun it, temporarily repelling Wang Chen. Zhang Zike finally took a breath. Facing Wang Chen's constant fast attacks, he couldn't use any moves even if he had them. Now he finally
The status can be readjusted.
"It's a good fight, it's my turn." Zhang Zike was also angry at this time. There was a three-level cultivation gap, but he was beaten so hard that he couldn't fight back. This was something he couldn't accept.
Zhang Zike's eyes were filled with blazing fire at this time, and he raised his knife and stared at Wang Chen.
"Finally, it's time to get serious." At this moment, everyone watching the battle also realized that this was the real beginning of the battle.
Wang Chen didn't say much and continued to approach Zhang Zike. He used Kamikaze Walk to the extreme. In the blink of an eye, Zhang Zike saw that Wang Chen had disappeared. He looked everywhere for Wang Chen but could not find him.
The sound of breaking wind came from above his head. Wang Chen was above his head and had already struck with a sword. If this sword hits, he will either die or be injured. Zhang Zike is also experienced in actual combat. He quickly raised his sword across his head and blocked the sword. However, the weapons collided with each other.
The tremor spread to Zhang Zike's head, making Zhang Zike feel dizzy.
Wang Chen naturally knew that this sword could not hurt him, but the goal was achieved. He made a fist with his right hand and used the Big Lie Yang Fist to directly knock Zhang Zike away.
"It's a hit, Zhang Zike won't be defeated, right?" Everyone was surprised.
After the dust dispersed, Zhang Zike coughed a few times, and then he couldn't bear it anymore, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. He was a little unbelievable that Wang Chen could be so strong.
The two then exchanged hundreds of moves.
Wang Chen's wrists were also numb. Although he had the advantage of speed, the latter's defense was also amazing. The injuries were always minor and not serious.
The more Zhang Zike fought, the more surprised he became. It seemed that Wang Chen's profound energy was inexhaustible and could last longer than him. The injuries on his body became more and more serious. He inserted the knife into the ground and then looked at Wang Chen, "You are very strong, but
There is no way to keep fighting like this, how about deciding the outcome with one move?"
At this moment, other arenas have ended, and everyone is watching this peak battle of the outer sect, which may be as exciting as the inner sect.
Wang Chen also nodded, "Okay, then we will decide the outcome with one move."
The two of them adjusted themselves to the best condition. Zhang Zike's eyes flashed. He slowly pulled out the knife. He cut his palm and blood stains fell on the knife. The blade felt the blood and kept trembling. The blade kept roaring.
As the sound resounded, Zhang Zike's face turned extremely pale, and his body even trembled, which showed how costly this move was.
Someone recognized this move and said, "Zhang Zike is about to use his trump card. I remember that when he first entered the sect, he used this move to defeat a veteran student at the sixth level of Qiwu when he was at the second level of Qiwu. He became famous in one battle.
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"Then how powerful would it be if he used this sword at the eighth level of Qiwu now? Can Wang Chen stop it?"
The momentum of this move spread throughout the audience. Xia Menghe felt a tingling sensation from the mysterious energy just after feeling it. She put her hands on her chest to cheer for Wang Chen.
"This knife is called...Shock!"
Wang Chen's expression became solemn as he looked at this sword. The mysterious energy in front of Zhang Zike had condensed into a vortex, majestic and terrifying, and kept roaring, as if there was a monster roaring inside.
Wang Chen held the Chuxin Sword in his hand, stroked it gently, and then swung the sword. The power of the wind was used to the extreme by Wang Chen. It was hard to imagine that this was the control of a Qi Martial Realm person. Even the elders were amazed.
Zhang Zike finally raised the knife and fell towards Wang Chen. The knife moved the surrounding air, and the sound of breaking wind kept banging. Wang Chen was surrounded by the wind at this moment, and his sharp edge flashed, and the wind and residual clouds that he shot with all his strength matched the great wind.
With his artistic conception, he faced the knife.
The thousand-meter-long arena exploded from the middle, constantly shattering, and even a large crater with a diameter of a hundred meters exploded in the middle.
The people watching the battle under the ring were all shocked, "Is this really a duel in the Qiwu realm? It's not an exaggeration to be in the Takumi realm."
"Is this the ultimate showdown? This trip is really worthwhile. Just watching it will benefit you a lot."
"I don't know who won." Everyone was looking for the two of them.