The audience suddenly became quiet. It has to be said that Zhang Haoran has learned a lot from the old man Tianquan for several months. This sword, in terms of momentum and change, is far more than the ordinary Dharma Saint Eight.
Product. The eyes of all Guanghua people showed worries.
However, Chen Xinzhong's expression remained unchanged on the opposite side. It was not until Zhang Haoran's sword reached in front of him that he suddenly pulled out his long sword and stabbed straight out.
The speed of this sword was so fast that it was like a bolt of lightning, tearing through the clouds and tearing apart the heaven and earth in an instant. It missed Zhang Haoran's sword and stabbed towards his ribs.
This is clearly a combat technique in which both sides suffer losses, or in other words, a combat technique in which both parties die together.
"Ah!" Many people in the audience exclaimed.
However, Qiu Mingxuan and others smiled slightly and were not worried at all, especially Zhang Haoran himself.
After all, he struck first and had already used his sword to its full potential. Chen Xinzhong drew his sword too late, and the sword hadn't even been deployed yet. How could he and he both be injured or even die together? Thinking of this, the smile at the corner of Zhang Haoran's mouth changed.
More and more indifferent.
But immediately, the sneer froze at the corner of his mouth, and there was a heartbreaking stabbing pain under his side. A powerful holy energy rushed directly into the body, shaking the internal organs and severing the meridians.
"Chi!" The blood arrow flew out, forming a bloody mist in front of his eyes.
His long sword was pointed at Chen Xinzhong's chest. However, as the holy energy in his body dissipated and became chaotic, he could not move forward any further!
"Boom", the holy energy that invaded his body violently collided with his undissipated holy energy, causing a wound as big as a bowl to explode under his ribs.
"Ah..." Zhang Haoran screamed and flew out of the competition platform.
The smiles of Qiu Mingxuan and others froze on their faces, and they did not recover for a long time. Zhang Haoran's strength was clearly one level higher than Chen Xinzhong's, and he struck first. How could he be defeated and defeated so directly?
"Vulnerable!" Chen Xinzhong snorted coldly and sheathed his sword.
"In the first game, Guanghua Kingdom, Chen Xin wins!" Mr. Shuiyue announced loudly.
There were cheers and shouts from the audience, which made the earth tremble slightly.
Qiu Mingxuan and others finally woke up from a dream and quickly helped Zhang Haoran back.
"What happened just now? How could you lose to him? Isn't he a seventh-level Dharma Saint?"
"Yes, I can see it clearly. He obviously only has seven blue holy beads. His strength is far behind yours. How can he defeat you?" While giving Zhang Haoran the holy elixir, several people were talking nonsense.
asked tongue-in-cheek.
Zhang Haoran's defeat just now was so fast and so unexpected that they really couldn't understand it.
Zhang Haoran opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but before the words came out, a mouthful of blood spurted out and he fainted.
Seeing this, Qiu Mingxuan and others had no choice but to order people to carry him back for recuperation.
"How did he lose?" Qiu Mingxuan and others looked at each other and asked the same question in unison.
On their faces, there was no trace of the previous confidence. They were all in shock. In addition to doubts, there was even a bit of fear hidden in their eyes.
"It's very simple. Chen Xinzhong can draw his sword too fast, even as fast as an ordinary Soul Saint realm master." Gu Fenghua gave the answer.
"How is that possible? Isn't he a seventh-level Dharma Saint? How can he have the speed of a Soul Saint?" In shock and confusion, Qiu Mingxuan and others no longer bothered to fight with Gu Fenghua and asked in unison.