Everyone was stunned and could not understand Feng Haoyan's motives at all.
Facing Wang Junchen, if you admit defeat directly, no one will look down on you. Even if you are just putting on a show, you shouldn't be humiliating yourself like this.
"Um?"
Wang Junchen's eyebrows twitched, and he had a vague feeling that something was wrong with the person in front of him.
…
"Feng Haoyan, this is...impossible..."
At this time, Zhao Chu's left eye was filled with ice and his heart skipped a beat.
…
"Wang Junchen, although I will lose, it won't be so embarrassing."
The bandaged face was very close, Feng Haoyan's palms turned into claws, very close to Wang Junchen's face.
Buzz!
Wang Junchen condensed an ice sword in his palm and just raised it, but Feng Haoyan was not afraid at all and actually let the ice sword pierce his chest.
heart!
The location of penetration is the heart.
Everyone stood up immediately and couldn't help but breathe in the cold air.
Even if the White Page Dragon was beaten to a disability, it was not really dead.
In the Thousand Sect Potential Battle, did the first dead person appear like this?
Wang Junchen was in a daze for a while. Even he didn't want to penetrate Feng Haoyan directly. He just wanted to force the opponent back. This sword was clearly thrown by the opponent himself.
"Eh, not good!"
Suddenly, Wang Junchen's pupils shrank.
Something is wrong.
An ordinary person who is pierced by a sword would suffer severe heart pain, difficulty breathing, and be on the verge of death.
But this Feng Haoyan, why is he still approaching him while rubbing the Bing Ling Sword?
One more thing.
The blood dripping from the ice sword is not red.
green!
It was a drop of scarlet-green blood, dripping on the ice, like venom, emitting white smoke.
At this moment, Feng Haoyan's nails unexpectedly scratched the skin of Wang Junchen's arm.
Everything was so weird that even Wang Junchen was slightly injured.
Bah ba ba ba!
At the same time, bursts of white smoke suddenly appeared on Wang Junchen's skin, and the bone-piercing pain made him frown... click, click... the ice spread, and Wang Junchen froze his arm. Through the ice, his arm
The scratched area was full of green pits, which was shocking.
"What the hell, get out!"
Wang Junchen was furious.
He frantically took a dozen steps back, flicked his finger, and hundreds of icicles, like overwhelming arrows, swallowed up Feng Haoyan.
Everything went too fast, beyond everyone's imagination.
Wang Junchen was actually injured.
But Feng Haoyan, who was pierced by a sword, was safe and sound... At this moment, facing the overwhelming ice arrows, he remained silent and even opened his arms, as if he was embracing faith.
Puff puff puff puff!
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the ice arrows pierced Feng Haoyan's body one after another.
Thousands of arrows pierce the heart.
At this moment, Feng Haoyan's bandages were torn to pieces, and he was penetrated by ice arrows and turned into a sieve.
…
"Corpse poison immortal body... Feng Haoyan, it turns out that you are also a spirit body, but this kind of spirit body is too disgusting."
On the other side, Zhao Chu frowned.
In the demon mirror, the spirit body owned by Feng Haoyan appeared.
This is a kind of spirit body of the undead from hell. It carries terrifying corpse poison. Normal people are caught off guard and can easily be poisoned by the corpse poison, thus reducing their combat effectiveness and being killed by the opponent.
People with this kind of spirit body have their appearance destroyed, their skin is ulcerated, and their blood is green. Even if they are cut into pieces by five horses, they can still assemble their limbs and resurrect them.
…
really!
The outside world was in an uproar.
Everyone's expressions were in disbelief, as if they had seen a ghost in broad daylight.
Without the bandage, Feng Haoyan was covered in pustules, which were constantly festering and disgusting... And the place where his heart was punctured actually grew mucus and muscle tissue, and it healed in a few breaths.
There were nearly a hundred wounds all over his body, and there were squirming granules, and they all healed up.
"I am immortal, hehehehe!"
Three minutes later, Feng Haoyan's ugly face smiled sinisterly.
vomit!
In the distance, some female disciples vomited directly, their faces turned pale.
Huang Lingling's heart was pounding, and she even wanted to die... If she had to marry such a person in this life, she would rather die.
"Unexpectedly, another spirit body appeared in Xiangfeng City. It is indeed the place where the imperial court predicts the rise... The number of spirit bodies alone is terrifying to the extreme."
Wang Junchen's face was cold and he was a little surprised.
Ji Dongyuan, Liu Yueyue, and now Feng Haoyan, the Feng Shui in Xiangfeng City is too strong.
"Although you have awakened your spirit body, you are not my opponent yet!"
Wang Junchen's whole body was filled with coldness. At this moment, he finally became serious.
"Well, I admit it, you can freeze me and we fight a war of attrition... It's a pity that I can't afford it."
"So, I admit defeat, hehe!"
With a gloomy smile, Feng Haoyan immediately admitted defeat, which was beyond everyone's expectations.
"Huang Lingling, I am going to practice. Wait for me in Xiangfeng City. I will definitely marry you back to the Feng family... Even if Zhao Chu is alive, he can only kneel down."
After looking at Huang Lingling from a distance, Feng Haoyan actually left Zhanjian City directly. Where he passed along the way, the ground was riddled with holes and filled with white smoke.
"Congratulations, Wanjian Sect has gained another spirit!"
The sects next to them had cold faces and bowed their hands towards the elder of Wanjian Sect.
"It's just luck, I accept it!"
Elder Wan Jianzong looked arrogant and waved his hand casually.
At this time, Liu Yueyue, the head of Wanjian Sect, finally stepped onto the battlefield.
Opposite her, He Jianggui was a little lost.
He worked hard for six months, thinking that he would be the third in the Heaven Ranking, but who knew that this potential battle among thousands of sects would lead to unexpected events.
He was sure of defeating the White Page Dragon, but there was no way he could be Feng Haoyan's opponent.
Even if luck is put aside, it is still impossible for him to be in the top three.
…
"Admit defeat or fight to the death!"
Liu Yueyue lowered her head slightly and asked coldly.
"Although there is no chance of winning, we still have to use a few tricks."
He Jianggui smiled bitterly and shook his head.
"Fighting against me, there is only life and death, no competition, think clearly!"
Liu Yueyue's pupils were cold.
"Oh, let's fight!"
He Jianggui's long sword was born, and there were eight loud noises in a row, superimposed on each other.
The eighth level of Qi refining.
This is something he has suppressed for a long time. If he doesn't give it a try, he won't be willing to give it up.
In this world, there should be some room for ordinary people to survive... Spirit bodies are so desperate.
"Stubborn!"
Liu Yueyue let out a cold shout, and the strong wind of the eighth level of Qi Refining also stirred up all over her body... At the same time, the heaven and earth roared with the sound of swords.
Buzz!
Buzz buzz!
Everyone was shocked. Many people could not afford storage bags, so they could only hold magic swords... At this moment, the swords in their hands began to buzz uncontrollably, as if they were worshiping towards a holy land.
There is emotion in the sword, which is surrender.
"Ten thousand swords unite!"
Liu Yueyue's long hair was flying, commanding thousands of swords.
At this moment, the sword blades in the audience automatically unsheathed themselves, pierced the sky one after another, and soared into the sky. Their owners could not hold them down.
The sky is filled with sword blades, as if another storm of sword rain is brewing.
"Ten thousand words cut!"
The sword tactics soared into the sky, and the hundreds of magical swords, like an army commanded by the tiger symbol, suddenly rotated in an orderly manner into a sword curtain storm.
Boom!
The sword blades intertwined with each other, even the space was torn into pieces, and then it was enveloped in a violent manner.
"Open it for me!"
He Jianggui used the giant sword hysterically. Unfortunately, under the storm of the sword curtain, he was like a floating creature. Within a few minutes, he was in a state of disarray. He even had several holes cut open and his blood flowed violently.
"Admit defeat!"
As soon as He Jianggui said a word, his giant sword suddenly broke.
"My sword, there is no turning back!"
Liu Yueyue closed her eyes slightly, and every strand of hair that was flying was filled with fierce sword intent.
The entire audience was already stunned.
This isn't a fight at all, it's simply one-sided abuse.
"He Jianggui, try your best to escape from the sword curtain. As long as you run out of the battlefield, I can save you!"
He Jianggui lost his weapon and saw many scars from being chopped off. The elder of the Qingmu Sect became anxious and shouted quickly.
Hearing this, He Jianggui calmed down. He bit the tip of his tongue hard, and the essence and blood burned. Suddenly, a bloody light hit the sword curtain and fled from the battlefield like a fleeting shadow.
Plop.
A mouthful of blood spurted out, and He Jianggui fell to the ground, watching helplessly as the sword curtain came after him.
You will die!
This kind of fear made every pore of his body tremble.
"Disperse!"
At the critical moment, the elder of the Qingmu Sect arrived. With a wave of his sleeve, a vast wave of spiritual energy fought against the sword storm for a full minute before the sword curtain shattered into pieces.
He Jianggui took a long breath.
Almost died.
And the elder who came to save He Jianggui actually spit out a mouthful of blood.
Resisting this sword screen, he also suffered some minor injuries.
The spirit body is so terrifying that in a few months, even Foundation Establishment may not dare to face Wan Jiangeng's golden body.
This is a spirit that exists for the purpose of killing.
…
"Liu Yueyue, you are not normal!"
At this time, Zhao Chu slowly exhaled and quietly stood up.
When everything was settled, he had had enough rest and it was time for him to appear.
Wang Junchen will not attack Liu Yueyue and will definitely give up the championship!
…
"I surrender!"
really!
On the battlefield, the much-anticipated final battle begins.
Just as everyone held their breath, waiting for the unparalleled showdown, Wang Junchen sighed, cupped his fists and bowed.
His white eyes were filled with guilt.
"Brother and sister, I'm sorry, I didn't protect my second brother well."
At this moment, Wang Junchen was heartbroken.
"By the way, sister-in-law, I think you have been practicing a little too hastily recently. You should pay attention to the balance between work and rest, otherwise you will easily become possessed."
Liu Yueyue was fighting He Jianggui just now, and there was already demonic intent in the sword.
This is not a good sign. It is easy to lose yourself in the killing, thus imprisoning your final cultivation.
"Your goal is to become famous. And my goal is to break into the evil demon world and kill the three foxes with my own hands... It doesn't matter whether I become a demon or not!"
Liu Yueyue's face was expressionless.
"Oh, it's all my fault!"
Wang Junchen only felt regret, and he felt that he owed Ji Dongyuan more.
"Wang Junchen, are you sure you want to admit defeat?"
At this time, the host of Zhanjian City asked loudly.
"Sure!"
Wang Junchen spoke firmly.
…
Boom!
Fireworks resounded across the sky, and the champions of this year's Thousand Sect Potential Battle Ranking were Liu Yueyue and Wan Jiangeng Golden Body.
The battle flag of Wanjian Sect, overwhelming the other heroes, floated at the highest point, fluttering in the wind.
At the same time, a huge light curtain instantly blocked the sky.
Within the light curtain, tender cheeks appeared.
They stepped into the battlefield without regrets for the first time, and everything was so curious.
Among the crowd, there were two people squatting by the fire, roasting a chicken.
Three brothers became sworn brothers for the first time.
The first batch of vicious monsters suddenly arrived!
This Thousand Sect Potential War was started for the Forty Thousand Demon Generation. After everything was over, the Central Academy played the scene of the Wu Regret Battlefield half a year ago.
In an instant, many people burst into tears.
Many of those tender cheeks have turned into mud in the grave.
Huang Lingling suffered a broken liver and intestines.
The Generation of Forty Thousand Demons was started by Zhao Chu, so there are many scenes of Zhao Chu... Looking at that extremely handsome face, countless people were silent, and Wang Junchen clenched his hands and gritted his teeth.
No one noticed that a layer of faint purple mist quietly enveloped the battle platform.