The Xuanming Sword Sect and above the arena, the swordstorming conference is proceeding in an orderly manner.

Rong Yunhe's face was calm. The third round of the sword competition was also based on the performance of his disciples.

The champion guards the beating.

In terms of rules, it is almost the same as the first round.

But the only difference is that mana is allowed.

At this time, the game was halfway through, and Wu Qijun had already appeared, but he was quickly challenged and beaten.

Rong Yunhe's face looked very ugly. In terms of strength, Wu Qijun could only rank among the middle among these disciples of the six major sword sects.

It is impossible to win a good ranking for Cangjian Sect.

Ye Feng, after all, only has the strength of a seventh-grade layman.

"Oh." Min Yang Bo sighed. He originally thought that this time the sword contest, their Cang Jian Sect might obtain the forbidden area of ​​the sword domain.

But Lin Fan's sudden disappearance may be difficult.

Rong Yunhe clenched his fists and looked at Su Qianjue sitting on a chair not far away.

"It really doesn't work. I'll go find the old man to ask for someone. Lin Fan suddenly disappeared. It must be related to him." Rong Yunhe said in a deep voice.

He was very unwilling to give up!

Bo Min Yang, who was standing aside, hurriedly advised: "Master, calm down. Even if Lin Fan's disappearance is really related to Su Qianjue, will he admit it if you come up like this?"

Rong Yunhe: "Would you just ignore it like this?"

Su Qianjue felt the gaze coming from Rong Yunhe, and he glanced at Rong Yunhe with contempt.

Su Zhihe whispered: "President, we are basically sure to win this swordsmanship conference."

"Yes." Su Qianjue nodded lightly.

On the one hand, Lin Fan was locked in the dungeon because of Su Qing. He didn't want to see his daughter repeating the same mistakes as her mother.

Another aspect is that I am afraid that Lin Fan will defeat Xiahou Jian.

Xiahou saw that he was a second-grade Taoist priest and was very strong.

But Su Qianjue felt that Lin Fan was full of variables. The forbidden area of ​​the sword domain was extremely important to his Xuanming Sword Sect.

He cannot tolerate such variables.

He wants to kill all these variables in the cradle.

At this moment, suddenly, a slight shaking came from the ground.

Su Qianjue frowned: "What's going on?"

He felt energy fluctuations below the ground, and the fluctuations were not low.

Su Zhihe's face changed: "It seems that it is the movement coming from the dungeon."

"Go and see it!" Su Qianjue frowned.

The heads of several other sects and some masters also noticed some strange movements on the ground.

At this time, the wet dungeon, which originally imprisoned Lin Fan, was directly blown up by the power of Hunyuan Dan Lei.

Dangdang.

Lin Fan endured the pain and pulled out the iron hook that pierced his back.

Blood flowed out of the pipa bones on his back.

But then, he felt his mana recovering quickly.

"Boy, let me out!"

"Let me out!"

"Take me away!"

In the dark dungeon, those who were imprisoned roared loudly one by one.

Lin Fan's eyes were looking at Wei Xingchao.

"Leave quickly and do what I said." Wei Xingchao said, "If I save me, I will thank you very much!"

"If you don't leave with me at this time, aren't you afraid that after I leave, I won't go to Hongye Valley to inform the person named Wanza to save you?" Lin Fan said.

Wei Xingchao said: "Since you can be locked up here, you must be a person who has a terrible revenge with Su Qianjue. But you are a kid with low strength. If you want to take revenge, you have to use external forces, and I am your best external force!"

After listening to Wei Xingchao's words, Lin Fan stopped talking and quickly fled out of the dungeon.

The third round of sword competition is still going on.

Su Qianjue was a little uneasy, afraid that there would be any change, so he gave Xiahou a wink.

Then when Xiahou saw him coming to the stage, he defeated the person who was originally guarding the battle.

"See Xiahou."

People in the five major sword sects all look ugly.

Xiahou saw that his strength was only the disciples of the Five Sword Sects, and it was too difficult to defeat him.

Seeing a sharp sword in hand, Xiahou looked at the disciples of the five major sword sects below: "I wonder if there is any brother here to give advice?"

At this point, Xiahou saw his back straight, his eyes were full of pride.

Of course, Xiahou saw naturally had a proud capital.

At this time, no one came to the stage to challenge.

Challenging Xiahoujian's fate is like failure.

No one of the disciples of the five major sword sects wants to be on stage to embarrass him.

After waiting for a long time, no one appeared on the stage. The referee said, "If there are no disciples of the Five Sword Sects on the stage to challenge them, then I will announce that Xiahou will win."

Xiahou saw a look of pride on his face.

Although an accident occurred in the second round, the Cangjian Sect won the first place.

But at this time, he is the first!

He looked at the place where Cangjian Sect was located, but Lin Fan was nowhere to be seen.

He sneered, "Where is Lin Fan? Could it be that he is afraid of me and dare not come?"

"This bastard." Ye Feng couldn't help but curse, clenched his fists, and wanted to go to the stage.

"I'm here."

Suddenly, Lin Fan walked out of the crowd, and his back was covered with blood.

"What."

Su Qianjue's face changed, and he couldn't believe it, looking at Lin Fan walking out.

He murmured in a low voice: "How is it possible, how could he escape from the dungeon of my Xuanming Sword Sect?"

You should know that the people in the dungeons of the Xuanming Sword Sect are all very powerful and have extraordinary origins.

Those people have failed to escape from the dungeon for many years.

Why did Lin Fan escape from it?

Su Qianjue's face was gloomy.

When Xiahou saw Lin Fan appear, he was not afraid at all. Instead, he said, "I thought you were a turtle with a head-reducing turtle and didn't dare to show up. I didn't expect you to be a little braver than I thought."

His face was full of sarcasm.

Rong Yunhe looked at Lin Fan who suddenly appeared in surprise.

Lin Fan snorted coldly and slowly walked onto the ring.

Su Qianjue's eyes were calm. He took a deep breath and said to himself that he could not be anxious. Lin Fan could not be the opponent that Xiahou saw.

There is no need to worry about it.

He comforted himself.

Of course, despite such self-comfort, he could not really feel at ease.

After Lin Fan walked onto the arena, he stood opposite Xiahou.

"Where is your weapon?" Xiahou asked.

Lin Fan shrugged: "No sword is better than sword."

"Rampant." Xiahou looked at Lin Fan coldly.

He recalled the scene when he was threatened by Lin Fan on the mountain, and his anger became even stronger.

When did Xiahou see him be so threatened?

Thinking of this, he wanted to tear Lin Fan to pieces.
Chapter completed!