Everything outside can be seen in the frosty mist, and only the sound of swords clashing can be heard.
Judging from the sound alone, it is enough to know the intensity of the battle.
"Senior Brother Su, you must win!"
The Xuanhuang Holy Land disciples in the audience were all worried. Now that Su Fang has challenged Tianheng Holy Land, Tianheng Holy Land has been offended. Once Su Fang loses, Tianheng Holy Land will take action against Xuanhuang Holy Land.
If Su Fang loses his powerful combat power, even the tenth ranked disciple of Tianheng Holy Land will be enough to penetrate Xuanhuang Holy Land. By then, Xuanhuang Holy Land's fate will definitely not be any better than that of Purple Dragon Holy Land.
"How can those idiots in the Xuanhuang Holy Land understand how powerful Senior Brother Chu is? It is simply a fool's dream that even a mere Martial King Realm can defeat Senior Brother Chu."
"I heard that Senior Brother Chu once injured a warrior at the level of a God of War!"
"It's not just hearsay, it's a fact. At that time, Senior Brother Chu led a team to go out on a mission, and I was one of them. The Martial God-level warrior was a casual cultivator. He wanted to seize the treasure from us because of his strong cultivation.
As a result, I was killed by Senior Brother Chu and retreated."
Compared with the worries of everyone in Xuanhuang Holy Land, Tianheng Holy Land is full of confidence. In their eyes, Chu Junxiu will never lose to Su Fang.
In the frosty mist.
"Fellow Daoist Su, it seems that I lost."
Chu Junxiu said with a wry smile, and in front of him, a sword was pressed against his neck.
The frosty mist gradually dissipated, revealing the scene on the ring.
"How is this possible? Senior Brother Chu actually lost!"
"Can that kid still be better than Senior Brother Chu in the art of swordsmanship? He is a body-refining monk. When will the body-refining monks also use swords?"
All the disciples of Tianheng Holy Land were dumbfounded and couldn't believe the scene in front of them. They never expected that Chu Junxiu actually lost, and even more so when both sides were using swords.
"That kid obviously relied on that semi-immortal weapon to win."
Some people looked dissatisfied, thinking that the Soviet side relied on semi-immortal weapons to win.
"Are you blind? Our senior brother Su is only using an eleventh-level sword, not a semi-immortal weapon!"
The sharp-eyed Xuanhuang Holy Land disciples immediately sneered coldly. All the Xuanhuang Holy Land disciples had seen Su Fang use the Golden Ao Sword several times, and all of them knew about the semi-immortal weapon, but what Su Fang was holding now was not a half-immortal weapon.
Immortal weapon.
"It doesn't seem to be true."
"No way, then how did he win?"
Only then did all the Tianheng Holy Land disciples notice that Su Fang was not using a semi-immortal weapon, and their faces turned completely dark. If Su Fang had not used a semi-immortal weapon, then they would not be able to continue to find excuses.
"I lost."
Chu Junxiu raised his hand in salute, turned around and walked off the ring.
"Senior Brother Chu, why did you lose? That guy must have used some conspiracy!"
"Yes, Senior Brother Chu, please tell me what is going on."
When a group of Tianheng Holy Land disciples saw Chu Junxiu coming down from the ring, they immediately surrounded him and asked how Chu Junxiu lost.
After hearing what everyone said, Chu Junxiu shook his head with a serious face and said: "Su Fang did not use any despicable means, it's just that Chu's skills are not as good as others."
"I didn't expect that even you would lose."
The man in black robes called Senior Brother Murong had a flashing look on his face and said in a deep voice.
"I am really ashamed that I have let down Senior Brother Murong Fu."
Chu Junxiu smiled bitterly at the man in black robe, and then walked into the crowd.
"Let me deal with him. I want to see what he can do."
The man in black robe named Murong Fu looked at the ring, his expression darkened.
"Why bother Senior Brother Murong to take action? I will just go and deal with him."
The person who spoke was none other than Fang Qixuan, the second-ranked disciple of Tianheng Holy Land. Even though Chu Junxiu had been defeated, he was still confident. This was the pride only possessed by powerful Holy Land disciples.
"What? Don't you understand me?"
Murong Fu glanced at him lightly.
Just such a glance made Fang Qixuan feel cold in his heart, and he quickly said: "Since Senior Brother Murong wants to take action, then naturally I don't dare to fight."
Murong Fu took one step forward and walked onto the ring.
"Another one?"
Su Fang took a look at Murong Fu and felt that this guy was really strange. He was wearing a black robe, which made him look shady, and his skin was extremely pale and dry.
"Senior Brother Su, you have to be careful. This guy is the number one disciple in Tianheng Holy Land. His name is Murong Fu. It is said that he is incredibly powerful."
Chen Fu hurriedly came to the ring and conveyed the information to Su Fang.
"This guy is the number one disciple of Tianheng Holy Land?"
Su Fang's expression became serious. Since the other party was the number one disciple of Tianheng Holy Land, he should not be underestimated.
"Tianheng Holy Land Murong Fu, do you dare to fight me?"
Murong Fu looked at Su Fang and said calmly.
"What are you afraid of? We are all disciples of the Holy Land. You are number one in Tianheng Holy Land and I am number one in Xuanhuang Holy Land. What are you afraid of?"
Su Fang sneered, his words unceremonious.
"Okay, arrogant boy, I hope you can continue to be so arrogant later."
As soon as Murong Fu finished speaking, he raised his hand and sprinkled a piece of dust into the air.
When Su Fang saw this scene, he immediately became alert. Although he didn't know what Murong Fu had done, he must have had his intention.
The dust flew in all directions, and the entire arena was covered with a layer of crimson.
The next moment, Murong Fu suddenly disappeared from the ring.
"Gone? Where did this guy go?"
Su Fang looked around and couldn't find Murong Fu, which shocked him.
"Why are there no people?"
"What's going on?"
All the onlookers were also surprised. This was the first time for everyone to see such a situation.
"Su Fang, don't panic. That guy just used a little trick to deceive you. Pay attention to the flow of spiritual power. This little trick will not trouble you."
An old voice came from Su Fang's mind, and he was suddenly startled. This voice was very familiar to him. It was the voice of Patriarch Mu.
After receiving the advice from his ancestor, Su Fang calmed down, his eyes turned blue, and waves of spiritual power suddenly appeared around him. These spiritual powers were strong or weak, and had different colors, representing different attributes.
These spiritual powers come from the crowd of onlookers below the ring, and above the ring, there is also a strong spiritual power that is constantly approaching him!
"I saw it, I saw it all!"
Su Fang's expression flashed, he took out the Golden Ao Sword and struck straight ahead.
Beside Su Fang, Murong Fu's figure loomed, showing a proud smile. However, the next moment, Su Fang turned his sword and slashed towards his side!
Murong Fu was holding a dagger and was about to stab Su Fang. His expression changed and he quickly dodged. However, he was still a step too slow and a bloody mark was drawn on his chest.