On all the mountain peaks, everyone's eyes fell on the young man who flew onto the ring.

"Are you mistaken? Why is the last person in Taichu who taught is actually the Forty-six Leaves of the Immortal Miao Realm? This is not enough. Can you really give up?"

"The ones who come up to fight are at least forty-nine leaves in the Immortal Miao Realm. Sending a forty-six leaves in the Immortal Miao Realm is simply looking for abuse... Alas, the little sect is a small sect, no one is there."

Some people sighed gloating on some mountain peaks.

"Hey, that kid finally came out. He was so arrogant in the Immortal House, which slapped our master's face. I want to see how he was beaten up."

"Hurry and use the memory fairy stone to capture the scene of him being beaten up and give it to Fairy Nanyan to appreciate it." On a certain mountain, two immortals muttered excitedly, and took out a spirit stone with magnificent and colorful light in their hands.

Runes appeared on the spirit stone like a mirror, projecting the scene on the opposite ring into the spirit stone...

"Haoxuan, remember my words, don't...stop it in time, don't go too far..."

On the ring, Qin Haoxuan stood in a stern manner with his clothes fluttering, his style as a master. The words of the Master Huang Long suddenly came to his mind.

He couldn't help but look at the Huang Long in the audience and smiled bitterly, "Damn, the head of the army still doesn't forget this idea?"

After Huang Long passed the saying, he looked at his eyes and his nose and his heart, but he didn't look at the arena at all, as if he was closing his eyes and pondering.

"Hey, Huanglong, I don't even dare to see the result." Qingtianzi kept observing Huanglong's expression in secret. Seeing Huanglong's appearance, he felt secretly happy, and an inexplicable pleasure surged throughout his body.

Whoosh-

In the Zhenyue Sect, the fair-faced Wen army had already come to power.

"Kill him, kill him." Someone was already shouting loudly in the Zhenyue Sect camp.

"No noise." Lingbao Zhenren had no choice but to shout loudly on the ring. Only then did he suppress the discordant voice.

"A mere guy with forty-six leaves in the fairyland realm is so presumptuous. Today I want to create a lifelong obstacle to your heart!" Wen Jun's eyes were too long, and he looked at Qin Haoxuan, and said expressionlessly.

His words were very vicious, and he clearly wanted to give Qin Haoxuan a cruel thing, so that his heart would leave a shadow of his invincible Wen army from then on.

"Come on." Qin Haoxuan smiled faintly and hooked up at Wen Jun.

Then, he sat on the ring.

"How about we compete for spiritual techniques?" Qin Haoxuan asked seriously: "Use spiritual techniques to destroy you."

As soon as his words came out, Zhenyue sent everyone to burst into laughter.

What? There are still people in the Taichu Sect who are so arrogant and compete with Zhenyue School for spiritual methods?

This person from the Taichu teaching has a problem with his brain.

When Wen Jun saw Qin Haoxuan of Taichu Sect sitting in front of him with a thorn on the ring, his face was so gloomy that ink was about to drip. This was undoubtedly a naked contempt!

A trace of murderous intent flashed in Wen Jun's pupils, and his pupils stared at Qin Haoxuan directly, and even sat down - after all, as a hero of the Zhenyue Sect, he could not take advantage of a rookie in Taichu's teaching. Moreover, the person who was fighting in Taichu was sitting on the ground, and even if he won, he would not be glorious.

A strange situation suddenly formed on the ring, and both of the two contestants were sitting, which meant that it would be difficult for them to move, or even not move at all. Such spiritual battles can only rely on their own strength.

Generally speaking, this kind of spiritual technique is useless and can only be temporarily dazzling and does not have much effect. Ordinary immortal cultivators will not learn it at all. However, if you use this spiritual technique to temporarily take away the opponent's vision after getting closer, it will have unexpected effects in battle.

Wen Jun was obviously disturbed by Qin Haoxuan's series of actions. When the dazzling spiritual method appeared, Wen Jun was immediately hit. A dazzling sword light slashed down, and the bones and blood and ligaments in Wen Jun's shoulders were all cut open, revealing the thick white bones.

"good!"

There was a lot of cheers in the Taichu Sect camp. The Master Qin was indeed resourceful and had many means, and he caught Wen Jun off guard.

"Despicable! What a good man with small means? Shameless." A disciple in Zhenyue Sect shouted deeply and felt unfair.

Suddenly, another change occurred on the ring. After Wen Jun was given a sword, his fingers suddenly shot out an amber long spiritual sword, slashed out in the air, and slashed towards Qin Haoxuan's shoulder.

Qin Haoxuan screamed, and a slutty mouth appeared on his shoulder. Then he looked at Wen Jun with a look of surprise, as if he didn't expect Wen Jun to fight back so quickly. At this moment, everyone in the Taichu Sect was a little nervous again.

The people from Zhenyue Sect breathed a sigh of relief and thought that the boy from the Taichu Sect was indeed very stubborn, but after all, he was just the forty-six leaves of the Immortal Miao Realm. In the face of absolute strength, everything was a cloud.

"What's the use of playing tricks on the ring? After all, it depends on strength." Seeing Qin Haoxuan's surprised expression, Qingtianzi thought to himself, and glanced at the Huanglong real person opposite him again.

The Huanglong Zhenren was still very nervous, and he was focused on the movements on the ring.

"Hey, Huanglong, just be nervous."

However, the battle on the ring did not appear as one-sided as everyone imagined.

I saw Qin Haoxuan, like a maggot with bones, pressed against the Wen army of Zhenyue Sect and began to attack completely desperately. You cut me with a knife, and I slash you with a sword. The battle scene looked flesh and bloody and blood flying everywhere. That fighting style was completely for injuries to exchange for injuries and life for life.

"This... isn't this kind of playing the same as in the seventh game just now?" The crowd onlookers on the mountain were stunned when they saw this scene, and immediately discussed it.

"Strange, it's obviously just forty-six leaves of the Fairy Miao Realm, and its ability to resist strikes is good..."

"Oh, the boy from Taichu Sect got another spiritual technique... he was about to fall down... no, he hasn't fallen yet!"

However, after only a few minutes, dozens of wounds appeared in Qin Haoxuan's body. The wounds vary in depth, and if you look closely, there will be no bones. However, Qin Haoxuan's expression was extremely painful, and his feet swayed, as if he would fall down at any time.

"Boom--"

Wen Jun released a fire black spirit technique from his hand. A firebird attacked in the raging fire, which instantly hit Qin Haoxuan's leg. Qin Haoxuan staggered again, and his thighs were burned to the point of darkness.

But at the same time, Qin Haoxuan's spiritual energy condensed into a stick and smashed it down with one stick, causing Wen Jun to fall to the ground and spit blood on his mouth.

"You..." Wen Jun was dizzy and his whole body trembled slightly. He stared at Qin Haoxuan in front of him, feeling disbelief. He couldn't understand why this boy from Taichu was hit by his so many spiritual methods but had not fallen yet? Instead, he felt waves of weakness and exhaustion.

Wen Jun's body was covered with wounds, and the immortal species in his body were shaken under the bombardment of his opponent's spiritual techniques - Qin Haoxuan's spiritual techniques seemed ordinary, but the spiritual power contained in it was extremely thick, and it caused trauma in his body, but it looked just some ordinary flesh and blood wounds on the outside, which made him feel troubled. Now he even wanted to stand up, he was a little powerless.

"Ah, why did Junior Brother Wen Jun fall? Wasn't it just a stick? Okay... I finally stood up..."

Under the astonished gaze of the Zhenyue Sect, Wen Jun stood up staggeringly. Although Qin Haoxuan was like him, his whole body was trembling slightly and his steps were unstable, but in the face of this opponent of Taichu Sect, Wen Jun no longer looked down on him.

"Why haven't this guy fallen yet? No, although he looks injured all over, his breath is condensed but not dissipated... Why is this happening?" At the critical moment, Wen Jun saw some clues.

"Is he pretending?" A thought suddenly flashed through Wen Jun's mind, but he shook his head fiercely. "Impossible, how dare a disciple of the Taichu Sect's Forty-six Leaves in the Immortal Miao Realm pretend to be a pig in front of me?"

Suddenly, Wen Jun shouted loudly, and the earth-moving spiritual power in the air was sucked by him and condensed in his hands. Each earth-moving spiritual power formed a spear-like thing, with runes flashing, shooting towards Qin Haoxuan overwhelmingly.

"Okay, shoot him to death!" Seeing this scene, a hint of pleasure flashed in Wang Shou's pupils, who was standing under the ring. He thought that the earth-spirited arrow-spirited technique was the most proud spiritual technique of Junior Wen Jun. The boy from the Taichu Sect opposite was a little unstable even when he was shot. If he was shot, he would definitely die.

The people from the Taichu Sect camp exclaimed one after another, and they all felt the power of the Wen army's spiritual skills. Every spear formed by the spiritual power of earth can penetrate even a small mountain. How can Qin Tang defend itself?

At the critical moment, a dazzling golden light shone in the air in front of Qin Haoxuan, and a golden knife more than three meters long appeared in his hand.

Open the sky!

Qin Haoxuan held the golden sword spirit in both hands and slashed forward bravely. This slash tear apart the air, with a shocking momentum.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Countless earth-colored spears were shattered and destroyed under his slash.

Brush──

The golden sword was like a rainbow, passing through Wen Jun's Achilles tendon, showing a shrill blood light. The Achilles tendon was cut, and even the cultivator was no different from his legs. Wen Jun screamed and knelt down on the ground with a "thump". Even though the cultivator's body was so severely damaged, he still could not quickly get married.

Wen Jun screamed on the stage, and blood splattered on his legs.

Qin Haoxuan's body was still shaking, and the momentum that had just released the shocking sword was gone. The sword seemed to have consumed his last trace of strength. He sat on the stage, panting, and wounds of all sizes on his body were also telling outsiders about his weakness at this moment.

"In the eighth game, Taichu teaches Qin Haoxuan to win." Lingbao Zhenren stood on the ring and announced in a deep voice.
Chapter completed!