The extremely sharp sword light directly cut the ancient sword in Li Zitong's hand into two pieces, and the first half fell to the ground with a clang.
Almost at the same time that the ancient sword was slashed to the ground, the sword light's aftermath dodged past her shoulder blade.
Immediately, a blood mouth more than twenty centimeters long appeared, and blood spurted out.
This all depends on her dodging at the critical moment, otherwise, she would probably not be able to save one of her arms.
"Hmm..." Li Zitong grunted and took a dozen steps back. His upper body was completely stained red with blood, and his face looked very ugly.
She never imagined that even with the artifact in hand, she would still be no match for Qinglong.
She, who was originally confident, was shocked by this result!
Before the competition started today, she was still thinking that she must win the first place among Emperor Xiaocheng and try to challenge the opponents from Emperor Dacheng tomorrow!
But now, she was beaten by the Qinglong of the same realm and was unable to resist, and even her own precious artifact was cut off.
Thinking of what she had said to Qinglong before, she felt like she was no different from a clown.
"You can hide pretty quickly!" Qinglong's voice sounded again.
"However, I will accept your cultivation. If you want to blame me, just blame yourself for being a member of the Qingtian Dao Sect!"
After the words fell, the afterimage flashed, and at the same time he raised his hand and swept towards Li Zitong's Dantian.
"Boy, how dare you!" The shouts of an old man in black robes reached the ring: "Miss, surrender quickly!"
While talking, he couldn't be bothered anymore. After running out of the audience, he raised his hand and struck the Qinglong on the ring.
"How outrageous!" the referee shouted angrily, using all his strength to strike forward with a palm.
Bang!
A muffled sound was heard, and the referee quickly stepped back five or six steps before regaining his composure, and his pupils shrank slightly.
He was at the Perfect Level of the War Emperor, yet he was forced back so many steps by the opponent's palm. There was no doubt that the opponent was at least half a step into the supreme power.
call!
Almost at the same time, another old man in blue robes jumped out from the seat and also raised his hand and hit Qinglong.
"You are really looking for death!" Yu Jun's voice echoed throughout the sky.
At the same time as the words sounded, his figure flashed over like a phantom, and at the same time, an extremely violent wave of air swept out from his hand.
Bang!
The strong wind blasted by the old man in blue robe knocked Qinglong to the ground, and there was blood flowing out of the corner of his mouth.
Fortunately, Qinglong dodged half of his body at the critical moment, so the injury was not serious.
Bang!
At the same time, the palm force swept out by Yu Jun directly lifted the blue-robed old man into the air, and the old man's face showed a rich look of horror.
After flying for a distance of three to four hundred meters, it hit the ground hard, rolled over several times and then collapsed on the ground.
"You..." He opened his mouth and said only one word, and a large amount of blood poured out of his mouth.
Immediately afterwards, his pupils expanded rapidly, his legs kicked off, and there was no movement immediately.
"Old Yun!" The old man in black robe screamed in pain and turned to look at Yu Jun who was rushing over: "Damn it, you actually killed him?"
"Disturbing the order of the arena and attacking the players on the stage without authorization is a capital offense!" Yu Jun responded in a deep voice: "You are no exception, go down with him to keep him company!"
As he spoke, the coercive aura on his body exploded instantly, and then he quickly flipped his hands and wrists, and a series of thunderous auras hit the old man in black robes.
