At this time, Zhao Fenghe's slightly frightened and anxious voice resounded throughout the stadium.
"Elder Zong, behind you!"
However, it's too late!
Rumble...
A deafening sound rang out, which was the explosion of the sword. At this moment, Zong Tie felt the bone-piercing sword force behind him, as if countless knives struck his back at the same time.
Before he died, four words flashed through Zong Tieyi's mind - shrunk to an inch!
The Dao Sect's shrinkage brought Qin Yang unparalleled speed.
boom!
Qin Yang directly struck Zong Tieyi with a knife. There was a clang and the sound of metal colliding. The next moment, there was the sound of fragmentation and cracking.
Zong Tieyi's iron cloth shirt was torn apart by Qin Yang's Eight Jue Tian Swords. The strength he had practiced for many years was completely destroyed by Qin Yang's sword at this moment.
Qin Yang withdrew some strength and did not split Zong Tie in half.
Just cut his back open and knock him off the ring.
At this moment, the entire stadium was silent.
Everyone was stunned.
Qin Yang stood alone on the ring, the knife in his hand gradually shattered and flew away again.
Two knives, two knives wasted!
"good!"
Suddenly, an excited shout rang out.
Wei Wanlai's face turned red with excitement. He looked at Qin Yang with great surprise, feeling that all this was incredible.
In fact, the way he looked at Qin Yang seemed to be looking at a monster.
Four knives? No! Two knives are enough!
This Qin Yang...isn't he the second Dong Wu?
Unlike Wei Wanlai, Zhao Fenghe's face was pale and Yu Xianyuan's expression was frozen.
"This is impossible..." Zhao Fenghe looked at Zong Tieyi, whose back was bleeding and his spine was clearly visible, and his head went blank with a buzzing sound.
Zong Tieyi, even if he is not dead, he will be disabled!
He could not accept the fact that he had brought such a powerful figure and failed.
Old Ning's old face twitched, and the shadow of being dominated by Qin Yang was instantly shrouded. He thought regretfully in his heart: I shouldn't have had hope for Xianyuan...
Fang Mingzhi lowered his head tremblingly, thinking: It's over, the Fang family will never stand up again in this life!
"Won!"
Luo Qingying, Yu Shuicheng, Qiao Zhenxiong, Xiao Longhe and his daughter all showed expressions of excitement and joy.
Some people are happy and some are worried, but Qin Yang doesn't care about this.
He looked at Wei Wanlai and said: "Team Leader Wei, please ask the people in charge of the martial arts department to seal off the surrounding areas and not allow anyone to escape."
Wei Wanlai said excitedly: "Okay!"
As soon as he agreed, Gu Siwu immediately took action by the Wu River and summoned the nearby members of the Zhangwu Division.
Qin Yang walked over calmly and picked up a long knife again.
He looked calm and looked up at the pale-faced Zhao Fenghe, Yu Xianyuan, Yang Taihe and others.
"Master of Xianle Residence, this arena is not easy for you. I just arrived and have been absent for a few days."
"I just didn't have enough fun fighting Zong Tieyi. The owner is very strong. Why don't you come down and compete with me?"
"Don't worry, owner, I will only use one knife."
Yu Xianyuan's face is extremely ugly, and you only use one sword? Even Zong Tieyi, who is a man of iron cloth, can't stop your sword, let alone me?
"Qin Yang..."
Yu Xianyuan's face trembled, and he forced a smile: "We have no hatred that cannot be resolved. If you have any questions, put down the knife and let's talk about it..."