Just as the disciples watching below were arguing, Wang Xuan on the stage also took action.
"You dare to challenge our Tiancang Holy Land. You are indeed very courageous. Unfortunately, it only ends here. Xuanhuang Holy Land will still be ranked last this time, just like your Holy Land itself."
Wang Xuan was very arrogant. Even if Zhou Wuxing was defeated, he did not take Su Fang seriously at all. In his opinion, he was not on the same level as a guy like Zhou Wuxing.
His elder brother is one of the Three Great Masters of Tian Cang and has the same bloodline. How can he be the same as those ordinary disciples?
"I hope you can be as arrogant as you are now."
Su Fang gave a sneer, no matter how beautiful the words were, everything must speak for itself with strength.
"Suffer death!"
Wang Xuan raised his hand and struck a sword, and a huge ice dragon took shape under him.
"roar!"
The ice dragon roared and carried him towards Su Fang. During this period, countless ice cones smashed down on the ground.
"As expected of the proud son of Heavenly Cang Holy Land, he is so impressive when he makes a move."
"Su Fang probably won't be able to resist it now."
The onlookers on the side started talking.
Bang bang bang!
Facing these incoming ice picks, Su Fang did not dodge, and still let them hit him without changing his expression.
When these ice picks hit him, it was like hitting fine iron, smashing them into pieces.
Su Fang rushed straight up to face these ice picks, and rushed directly in front of Wang Xuan in one breath.
"This guy is a bit interesting. Those ice picks are not simple. If an ordinary warrior had to be smashed with holes, he actually rushed forward to face these ice picks."
"He still looks like a body-refining warrior, but the method of body-refining has declined after all, and it is still far behind the method of cultivation."
Although many people in the audience were surprised by Su Fang's physical strength, few people were optimistic about body-refining warriors. In this era, the materials and treasures needed for body-refining are too scarce.
The harder it is for a warrior to improve, and the decline of Xuanhuang Holy Land just proves this point.
"It's time for you to die."
Wang Xuan slashed out with his sword, and hundreds of sword energy burst out. The sword energy was like rain, and the cold air was overwhelming.
Su Fang's body flashed, and hundreds of figures appeared in mid-air. Each of these figures looked like real people, making it difficult for people to find his true body.
"Where's this damn guy?"
Wang Xuan looked around, looking for Su Fang's location.
"careful!"
All the disciples from Tiancang Holy Land under the ring suddenly exclaimed.
Wang Xuan immediately noticed something was wrong, but it was already too late. A thundering fist had already hit his forehead.
Wang Xuan flew directly out of the ring and fell towards the ground below.
Several disciples from Tiancang Holy Land hurriedly flew over and caught Wang Xuan in mid-air.
"How is it? How is his injury?"
Wang Kun rushed over quickly, his face as dark as water.
"Senior Brother Wang, come and take a look."
Several Tiancang Holy Land disciples hesitated.
Wang Kun's heart suddenly sank and he stepped forward to check.
The result of this examination made him angry instantly, because Su Fang's punch just now hit Wang Xuan's head, and it had the power of thunder, which also damaged Wang Kun's soul!
It would be easy to say if it was just a physical injury. The Wang family is also a big family and they still have some healing medicines. But if it was an injury to the soul, it would be hard to say. Treasures from heaven and earth that can heal the soul are extremely rare, even for their Wang family.
Can't take it out either.
"Ah... Who are you? Don't hurt me. Get out of here, monsters! Get out of here!"
Wang Xuan, who was in a coma, suddenly woke up. When he saw the people in Tiancang Holy Land in front of him, he started yelling like a madman.
This also made Wang Kun's expression extremely ugly. His brother was obviously crazy when he was acting like this, and it was unknown whether he could be cured in the future.
"Su Fang, I'm going to kill you!"
Wang Kun roared angrily, his eyes full of anger. This was his biological brother, but now he had turned into such a ghost. How could he not be angry?
At this moment, Su Fang's voice came out from the arena again: "Xuanhuang Holy Land Su Fang challenges Tiancang Holy Land!"
"Good fellow, this Su Fang is going to fight to the death with Tiancang Holy Land."
"I never thought that Tiancang Holy Land would be so embarrassed. It's really interesting."
"The Tenth, Ninth, and Sixth players in Tiancang Holy Land are not able to compete anymore. I'm afraid my ranking in this competition will drop."
The whole place was in an uproar for a moment. No one expected that Su Fang would dare to challenge Tiancang Holy Land. You must know that he had already defeated two people from Tiancang Holy Land!
"I'll take on this challenge!"
Wang Kun stood up and accepted the challenge.
Although many of the Tiancang Holy Land disciples felt that Wang Kun's move to deal with Su Fang was a trivial matter, but no one stopped him this time. After all, Wang Kun's younger brother was beaten into such a horrible state.
When the elder brother wants to stand up for his younger brother, it’s hard for others to say anything.
In the eyes of all the Tiancang Holy Land disciples, this battle is certain to be won. Wang Kun is a Martial Saint-level powerhouse. Is it possible that he will lose to a mere Martial King?
When Wang Kun came on stage, the onlookers were immediately surprised.
"Tiancang Holy Land actually sent out a strong warrior at the Martial Saint level. I really didn't expect that they would value Su Fang so much."
"What do you know? Wang Xuan is Wang Kun's younger brother. Wang Xuan was beaten like that. Wang Kun wants to avenge Wang Xuan!"
"So that's it. Su Fang is miserable. He can defeat Emperor Martial with King Martial's cultivation. It's already incredible. Now he's facing a strong man at the level of Martial Saint. It's impossible to win.
That’s it.”
All the onlookers felt that it was impossible for Su Fang to win again. The gap between Martial King and Martial Saint was really too big, not to mention that it was the Martial Saint of Tiancang Holy Land, the king who was known as one of the "Three Heroes of Tiancang".
Kun.
"This is not going to be good. He is a strong martial artist. Can Senior Brother Su Fang really win?"
"I heard that Senior Brother Su Fang was seriously injured trying to escape the pursuit of a warrior-level warrior, and he probably hasn't recovered yet."
After seeing Wang Kun take the stage, all the Xuanhuang Holy Land disciples couldn't help but murmur. After all, he was a Martial Saint-level powerhouse, and the sense of oppression was too strong.
"You know, you made a huge mistake."
Wang Kun said expressionlessly.
"What mistake? Offended your Heavenly Cang Holy Land?"
When Su Fang saw the other person's pretentious look, he found it funny, and he couldn't help but become interested in teasing this self-righteous guy.
"You should never provoke any of my Wang family members!"
Wang Kun spoke every word with a look of hatred in his eyes.
"Oh, by the way, the guy just now is also named Wang. You have cultivated to the realm of Martial Saint, so you must be quite young. Could it be that he is your son?"