Suddenly, a delicate roar pierced through the sky, mixed in with the comments that were not optimistic about Chen Shen, and seemed particularly abrupt.
It's Pan He.
There was a lot of sadness in her bright eyes like clear water and autumn moon. There were even some sparkling tears. Was it because she was afraid of losing?
Perhaps, deep down in her heart, she also didn't think that Chen Shen could compete with Hua Shilong, whose cultivation level was close to that of Qixing Xuanzong after he came out of seclusion.
But she still shouted and cheered for Chen Shen without hesitation!
Pan He's idea was very simple: If he, the nominal "lord", never spoke up for him, then if Tulong died in the ring, he would probably die a miserable and lonely death, right?
Chen Shen's heart warmed when he heard that cheering sound.
He slowly turned his head and blinked at Pan He in the crowd: "Well, I think so too."
"Pfft! This, this kid is really arrogant and has no limits!"
"Yes, yes, he alone can defeat Hua Shilong, who is in the Seven-Star Xuanzong realm? Then I will swallow three liters of feces immediately!"
"Hahahahaha..."
At this moment, the group of elders shouted in unison: "The protective barrier of Longhu Tower has been raised, and the duel between the Chinese dragon and the Tulong has officially begun!"
Within the mysterious energy barrier, Hua Shilong smiled coldly: "Hey, Longhu Terrace has always been the place where the elites of our Extreme Cold Heaven Sect Battle Hall fight for battles."
"It's a pity that today I will use it to kill a bedbug!"
Chen Shen heard the words and sneered: "Haha, isn't that what I wanted to say? I didn't expect you to beat me to it."
Hua Shilong was startled when he heard this: "Hey, as my brother said, you are a sharp-tongued person."
While he was talking, he put on a pair of black leather gloves.
"Whoop, whoop!"
At the moment when the glove was placed on the palm and Xuan Neng was infused, the glove, which was originally blue-black and made of soft leather, was suddenly filled with a layer of thunder and fire brilliance!
"Look, it's the Thunder Flame Gloves!"
"Tsk tsk, Hua Shilong really thinks highly of that kid, even wearing the Thunder Flame Gloves."
"Gu... Although the mysterious energy attribute of the Pan Shi clan is wind, I am afraid that it will not be able to exert the power of the Thunder Flame Glove to its limit. However, its ability to be a mid-level earth-level mysterious weapon is not an illusion."
Looking at Chen Shen again, he still held the sword in his left hand, hanging naturally at his side, without any trace of panic or fear.
"Huh? What the young man in white is holding...couldn't it be the Flowing Fire Buddha Sword, one of the 'Nine Swords' of the Pan family?"
"The scabbard is engraved with the orange-red fire vein brand. It is unmistakable. This is the Earth-level low-grade mysterious weapon: the Flowing Fire Buddha Sword!"
"It's such a waste to put the Flowing Fire Buddha Sword in his hands!"
"Isn't that true? In my opinion, he won't even have a chance to unsheath his sword before he is instantly killed by Hua Shilong."
"According to the gambling contract, the winner can possess all the assets of the loser. After today's battle, Pan's famous 'Nine Famous Swords' may be reduced by one!"
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Hua Zhangyu, who was sitting high on the elder's seat, saw this and was speechless: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, Elder Pan really has a big business. He knew that there was no chance of winning this battle, but he didn't take back the Flowing Fire Buddha Sword before the match started?"
"Then it's disrespectful for me to reject this low-grade Xuanbing. Hahahahaha!"
Pan Xiangqian snorted coldly and frowned.
From a rational point of view, he should indeed take back the Flowing Fire Buddha Sword and the even more precious Golden Tortoise Armor before the start of the match.
However, this old man is not capable of being so ruthless and unjust.
Call him naive or stupid, no matter what, the young man in white saved his daughter's life.
If Tulong was bound to lose this battle, Pan Xiangqian would not be able to do it no matter what if he tried to capture his armor.
"Boy, wake up!"
On the Longhu stage, with Hua Shilong's shout, he rushed out, his palms condensing bursts of force, directly pressing towards Chen Shen's shoulders!
Hit someone not on the head, but on the shoulder?
Is it possible that Hua Shilong is planning to show mercy?
The moment this idea popped up in the minds of Chen Shen and the other spectators, they were suppressed by themselves.
Because they saw that when Hua Shilong made a move, his eyebrows lit up, and a soul light dragon coiled around the core of the palm...
He planned to use the Xuan Neng palm power to severely injure Chen Shen, but did not kill him, and then used the Soul Light Dragon to invade his soul consciousness sea!
As Hua Shilong said before, he urgently needed to swallow a cultivator's soul light dragon to suppress the secret creation of his soul after he was promoted to the Seven-Star Xuanzong.
Chen Shenxing stared blankly: "Damn it, the power of the soul of the Seven-Star Xuanzong realm dares to openly release the soul light dragon and show off in front of my brother?"
"If you weren't worried about exposing my heaven-defying soul and arousing the ideas of some old Xuan Zun from the Extreme Cold Heaven Sect, you would have died by now!"
Hunter Zhang Gang, in the blink of an eye, he said: "Death is coming!"
Soon enough, just when the vast palm was less than three feet away from Chen Shen's shoulder, Chen Shen's right hand that was pressed on the hilt of the sword suddenly twitched——
"Drawing the Sword Technique!"
"Zheng!"
A sharp sound hits my ears, and a strange light hits my face!
Hua Shilong was shocked by his battle-hardened consciousness.
He no longer dared to launch a powerful attack and trade injuries with the opponent. Instead, he quickly moved his palm to protect his face, intending to counteract the power of the opponent's sword first.
The next moment, the sharp blade of the Flowing Fire Buddha Sword was sharply unsheathed, and the purple thunder sword glow was like a fierce dragon crossing the river——
"Tsk!"
The sword light quickly passed through Hua Shilong's palm, splitting it into two in an instant.
At this point, the sword power was still there, with a devastating blow hitting Hua Shilong's palm wearing the thunder flame glove——
"boom!"
An explosion of thunder and wind suddenly sounded.
The originally menacing Huashilong was directly pushed back by this force and flew back more than a hundred feet.
His face was full of shock at this moment, and the hands that had just blocked the opponent's sword were trembling secretly!
"How, how is it possible? The power of his sword not only tore my palm, but even the Thunder Flame Gauntlet was cut off by the huge earthquake..."
"My Thunder Flame Gloves are earth-level middle-grade profound weapons!"
Looking at his opponent Chen Shen, his sword has already been sheathed.
His feet seemed to have taken root on the Dragon-Tiger Platform, and he did not take a step back! His expression was as calm as snow, as if everything in front of him was so natural...
This scene made everyone hold their breath.
"Then, what kind of swordsmanship does that earth dragon use? It's so amazing!"
"He actually defeated Hua Shilong with just one blow?"
"It's too scary. The speed at which the young man in white unsheathed and resheathed his sword was extremely fast! Even my Eight-Star Xuanzong is far behind..."
As for Pan Xiangqian, Pan He and his daughter, they were dumbfounded and rubbed their eyes over and over again.
In the crowd, someone suddenly opened his mouth and exclaimed: "Ah! I remembered it!"
"A few years ago, there was a young man who, with the mere cultivation of the Seven-Star Xuanhuang, won ten games in a row in the Medicine God Tournament of Freedom City, setting a new record!"