[69 Book Bar - www.] After Zhan Tian disappeared, Yang Quan won the game. On the statistics monument, his ranking jumped up, surpassing Jian Wuhen who was sent to the finals. Moreover, his performance made everyone present unable to
Calmly, even Yang Feng, who was in the stands, was shocked. This is the real way of swordsmanship. His limit is to transform into eight highly imitated sword energies, but Yang Quan can transform into nine. What he doesn't know is
, Yang Quan did not show his full strength. Nine paths were enough to defeat Zhan Tian. If he transformed into a hundred paths, it would not be too shocking.
At this moment, Jian Wuhen also became dignified. Although Zhan Tian was quite strong and it was easy for him to defeat him, he might not be able to defeat Zhan Tian as easily as Yang Quan. After this battle,
Jian Wuhen had further views on Yang Quan. He had already concluded that the one who would duel with him in the finals was none other than this Jindan monk, because the disciple of Monk Sanjie had received a message from the Sword-loving Saint.
Presumably, if he encounters Yang Quan in the next battle, he will take the initiative to give up and fulfill himself.
But even if he doesn't voluntarily abstain, his own strength is not as good as Zhan Tian and Yang Feng, let alone defeat this Yang Quan, and that half-sage who is comparable to the Great Sage, as expected, cannot defeat Sanjie at all.
Monk, so let alone reaching the finals.
After Yang Quan won, he was taken to the lounge by the force of seduction. During this period, he met Jian Wuxie's gaze. The two had never met each other, but they hated each other to the core and wished to kill each other on the spot. After all, they both knew
, cannot coexist with each other.
The monk Sanjie and the half-saint were led to the ring. The two of them didn't say much. They started fighting as soon as they met. They were very single. Their purpose was very clear, which was to kill each other and win successfully.
The Three Rings Monk's weapon is a stick, a stick as thick as an arm. This stick is also a sacred weapon. However, the Three Rings Monk's realm is the same semi-holy realm, and he cannot fully exert the power of the holy weapon. The most obvious thing is that he cannot fully exert the power of the holy weapon.
He was able to sacrifice his sword domain, but the opponent also showed no weakness. Monk Sanjie had a sacred weapon, and so did he, but his was a sword.
Monk Sanjie was hit with a sap. When he hit the stick, the stick whizzed and was as heavy as a mountain. The half-saint took the sword to the crossbar, but was shocked back and forth. He took about ten steps back before he staggered to a stop. He threw it away.
Shaking his arm, he was obviously shaken to the point of numbness and pain. His face was full of shock. He tested Sanjie's strength with one move. At least in a brute force competition, he would not be able to get any favors.
"Hey, you know how powerful the great monk is! But just at the beginning, the great monk will let you know what it means to be beaten to death with a random stick! Take the move, eighteen moves with a random stick!"
Monk Sanjie's huge body moved dexterously. It was hard to believe that such a round body could be retracted and retracted freely. The stick seemed to be alive in his hand.
A pick, a throw, a poke, a smash, a chop, a sweep, a horseback... There are a total of eighteen moves. The eighteen moves may seem chaotic, but they all coincide with the way of heaven. A seemingly inadvertent move,
They all swung flawlessly, with no flaw to be found. The stick roared, and every move accurately hit the half-saint. The half-saint had fallen to the ground, vomiting blood, and raised his waist badge with both hands.
, presented above his head, signaling Sanjie to spare his life. He is indeed comparable to the realm of a great saint, but after all, he is still a semi-saint. Monk Sanjie has been able to kill enemies all the way, and his strength is not incomparable.
"The great monk is in a good mood today, so he won't kill anyone. Let's go!" Monk Sanjie hit the waist card with a stick. With a bang, the waist card was shattered into pieces. The half-saint was taken away with serious injuries.
The power sucks it away.
Monk Sanjie touched his bald head and looked at the statistics monument with a smile. His name shone brightly, and his ranking jumped up to the first place again, squeezing Yang Quan down. He smiled, holding the stick, and looked around the entire stand.
Don't mention how comfortable it feels.
He was brought back to the lounge by the force of guidance. It was already clear at this moment that Monk Sanjie and Yang Quan were competing for the right to compete with Jian Wuhen in the finals. No one left. On the contrary, the already crowded stands were filled with people again.
Many spectators came in, but they all couldn't make it in time. When the game started, they were still on the road. When they got here, they happened to encounter the most exciting event.
A stick of incense time passed, and when all the spectators were waiting impatiently, the force of attraction finally moved again, leading Yang Quan and Monk Sanjie to the arena.
However, what puzzled Yang Quan was why Monk Sanjie, who was so proud in the last battle, was looking so sad at the moment. He seemed to have a sense of anger and resentment. He stared at Yang Quan with blood-red eyes and the stick in his hand.
He was so sweaty that he wanted to rush up and knock Yang Quan to death with one stick.
"Looks can't kill you. If you want to kill me, just let your horse come over. You can't scare me with such a fierce momentum!" Faced with the momentum of monk Sanjie, Yang Quan didn't have the slightest fear. Instead, he relaxed infinitely, even fighting with Sanjie.
The monk made a joke.
"You are very powerful. The great monk really wanted to fight you, but the master refused and said he would leave you to Jian Wuhen. I was very angry. I originally wanted to have a good fight with you, but
Just now in the rest room, the master sent me another talisman letter, saying that he is watching me from the stands at this moment, and if I dare to do something, he will kick me out of the master's door after I go out. I..." Monk Sanjie gritted his teeth,
He was so angry that it was difficult to speak.
"Oh? Why is this?" Yang Quan was stunned. This monk was quite honest and he revealed everything in one go.
"I can't say! It seems that Master and the sect are under threat!" Monk Sanjie seems to be honest, but in fact he is also very clever. After all, in the world of cultivation, you can't survive if you are not smooth, so Monk Sanjie looks honest and straightforward.
It is wrapped in a smooth and sophisticated soul. It is obvious that the master has accepted the benefits from others, but now he insists that he is being threatened. In this way, he will not offend Yang Quan or the sword-loving saint, but he can also get benefits. Three birds with one stone.
Yes, anyway, the outside world can't hear you when you speak on the stage.
"Threat? Sword-loving Saint?" Yang Quan was stunned and asked.
"I don't know. I voluntarily abstained. Master and my disciples have treated me very well, so I can't be sorry to them. After the competition is over, if I have the chance, I will ask you for advice again!"
"Forget it, Yang doesn't force others to make things difficult for him!" Yang Quan sighed, and the nameless fire arose, but it was not the angry monk Sanjie, but the sword-loving saint, and Jian Wuxie. Unexpectedly, he was regarded as prey.
After pushing and pushing, he couldn't bear it anymore.
There was a crisp sound!
Monk Sanjie crushed the waist badge in his hand with his broad and thick palm. His plan succeeded, and he did not want to stay any longer. In full view of everyone, he crushed his waist badge. Everyone almost cursed her, and shouted loudly.
When the fight came, you bastard, you voluntarily gave up without fighting, treating all the spectators like monkeys, many people stood up, and the stands were in an uproar.
But two people laughed, one was Jian Wuhen, and the other was the old monk. He was the master of Monk Sanjie, and he was also a holy master. They were very satisfied with Monk Sanjie’s performance, so they laughed happily.
As soon as Monk Sanjie withdrew, the transaction between them was automatically completed. What followed was the matter between the Sword-loving Saint and Yang Quan, which had nothing to do with them.
Yang Quan looked at the empty arena, then raised his head and looked around the entire stand 360 degrees. Everyone's expressions were reflected in his eyes. Nameless anger suddenly emerged. He was really being treated as prey. These onlookers were in his own eyes.
He knew the stakes were placed on him. Facing the eyes of these people, he wanted to kill them all, but before killing them all, he had to kill Jian Wuxie first. After he got out, he would find Xijian
The Holy Lord settles accounts.
However, he suppressed all the anger in his heart. He was a tolerant person, and his emotions and anger were invisible. He looked at the statistics monument. On the statistics monument at this moment, only two people's names were lit. The second place
It was Jian Wuxie, and the first place was Yang Quan. 90% of the victory of the other ninety-eight people was added to him, Yang Quan, and the names of these people were all dimmed, but their rankings were also ranked.
came out and were ranked according to their remaining 10% wins.
call!
With a low voice, Yang Quan, who was in a trance, suddenly woke up, because there was an extra person in front of him. Yes, the finals had begun. Jian Wuhen was brought to the ring by the force of the lead. At this moment, he was sneering.
Looking at Yang Quan, his eyes were full of greed and ferocity. Yes, he had been waiting for this moment for a long time. Since the beginning of the competition, he had always wanted to fight Yang Quan, but he had no choice but not until the finals. But Yang Quan didn't
Is this also considered?
Under Yang Quan's gaze, Jian Wuhen slowly took out his waist badge from his arms and said calmly: "Now this thing is of no use to you and me!"
"That's right, what we need between you and me is not victory or defeat, but life and death. This thing is useless!" Yang Quan also took out his waist badge, held it in his hand, and then threw it violently behind him.
Flying into the distance with an elegant trajectory, he disappeared in a moment. The arena was as vast as a world, and the waist card was like a grain of sand in the desert, so small that it could never be found again.
"Okay, it's indeed to my liking!" Jian Wuhen grinned, flicked his fingers, and his waist badge flew out behind him and disappeared. Yang Quan was right, what they wanted was not victory or defeat, but victory.
Life and death, the final has become a cover, and resolving grievances is the real purpose.
"I admire your courage very much. If you still have the belt, there will be absolutely no chance of escape!"
"Run? Haha, that's ridiculous. Do you think I need to run?" Yang Quan looked up to the sky and laughed, quite confident.
"Then do you think you can really kill me?" Jian Wuhen said viciously.
"Use whatever moves you have!" Yang Quan hooked his hand at Jian Wuhen.
"Arrogant! Promotion!" Jian Wuhen exploded with a loud shout. There was a crackling sound inside his body. Powerful air waves came out one after another. A holy light appeared in the void and headed directly towards Jian Wuhen.
When it fell, everyone looked at the holy light in surprise. Oh my god, Jian Wuhen was promoted to the holy realm without knowing it. Yang Quan's face looked a little ugly.
