As time passed, Qin Haoxuan seemed to be fighting more and more difficult, and there were more and more scars on his body. The people of the Zhenyue Sect had forgotten to sarcastically sarcasticly at Qin Haoxuan, but were hoping that Wang Shou could fight quickly.

"Bang--"

Wang Shou used another magic technique, and a python gun was like a rainbow, leaving another scar on Qin Haoxuan's body with flesh and blood. Qin Haoxuan seemed to be unable to bear it, and stepped back several steps, sitting indifferently on the ring, gasping for breath.

However, at the same time, Qin Haoxuan's feet had kicked out a spiritual method, shattering the air and penetrated the space, as if an evil dragon went out to sea, penetrated Wang Shou's chest, leaving a full-fist-sized blood hole. Wang Shou fell to the ground and fainted.

Seeing this scene, the Zhenyue Sect, who had just been hoping that Wang Shou could fight quickly, couldn't believe their eyes. Everyone was wondering how could it be that even Brother Wang Shou was defeated? And it seemed that he was defeated even worse than Wen's army.

The Taichu Sect was silent for a while, then there was a shocking cheer.

The gamblers watching on the mountain next to him secretly shouted a pity when they saw this scene - it seems that if they want to make money, they have to wait a few more plates.

"Zhenyue Sect... is not very good..." Qin Haoxuan stood up and said something. Wang Shou had just been awakened by someone. When he heard this sarcasm, he fainted with another mouthful of blood.

"Come on the Lord Qin down to rest, there is a next round." An elite disciple of Taichu Sect came to his senses and said quickly. Two people flew onto the arena and carried Qin Haoxuan carefully - Master Qin didn't say anything at all, as if he was too tired to move.

Qingtianzi was about to win the victory, and was able to humiliate Huang Long, but was destroyed again, and became increasingly unhappy.

"The next disciple who went up was attacking wildly from the beginning. Qin Haoxuan is a little tough, but now he is so tired that he can't even move. He will definitely defeat him after working hard." Qingtianzi glanced at the third disciple who was going up to compete and said in a deep voice, with a bit of stern voice.

When the people from Zhenyue Sect heard this, they couldn't help but remember, yes, Qin Haoxuan is indeed a little resilient, but he was already dying twice, and he was definitely at the end of his strength. If he worked harder, the kid would definitely lose.

At the beginning of the third game, the disciples of Zhenyue Sect who were on the court did take the initiative to attack Qin Haoxuan as Qingtianzi indicated.

At first, Qin Haoxuan was indeed in a state of trouble, and seemed to be inadequate in spiritual power, but for some reason, he kept the bombardment of the disciples of Zhenyue Sect, and then attacked closely, exchanging injuries with the disciples of Zhenyue Sect...

After the time of the first master incense, the disciples of Zhenyue Sect were overly injured and were crippled on the ring. Qin Haoxuan of Taichu Sect was still shaking on the ring, laughing bitterly, and actually won like this.

The Zhenyue Sect's eyes had changed a little at this time when they looked at Qin Haoxuan. Everyone thought it was impossible. After being injured so seriously in the first two games, how could it be possible to support the third game and win? But the facts are right in front of them.

"It's only one breath...it's just a little bit..." Qingtianzi clenched his fists unconsciously and looked at the fourth disciple of Zhenyue Sect who was about to fight.

Although the disciple had doubts in his eyes, his expression was calm. He had just observed carefully below that Qin Haoxuan was indeed very tenacious, but the wounds were all real. And he didn't believe it at all. A mere elite disciple of the Forty-six Leaves of the Fairy Miao Realm had how much spiritual power remained after three hard battles. In the fourth game, he had the confidence to win!

This time, Qin Haoxuan simply didn't get off the ring and meditated on the ring. His body was wrapped in a layer of mist-like spiritual power and began to recuperate.

Under the arena, the eyes of the Taichu Sect’s people looking at him became hot--Governor Qin was indeed amazing. He actually won three games in a row, and he won so thrillingly every time.

The head of Huanglong was shocked and almost lost in his heart. However, to outsiders, his eyebrows were still furious, and he did not relax, pretending to be very worried.

"Hehe, I will definitely win in the fourth game." The little fat man Ge Ducan said confidently, slamming his mouth from the side.

The other gamblers on the hills were regretting that this was the money they had obtained, and they had to wait for a while.

The fourth game begins! This time the disciples of Zhenyue Sect who came on stage are much more cautious!

But as soon as he came on stage, Qin Haoxuan, who was originally dying, flew over, as fast as lightning. Although he was covered in blood and looked tragic, his speed did not slow down at all. The magic method of Kaitian Slashing in his hand slashed out a shrill sword light, and with the momentum to cut off everything, he slashed hard at the disciples of Zhenyue Sect.

"Brush!" Blood splashed everywhere. At the same time, Qin Haoxuan also suffered a spiritual trick, and the battle situation suddenly fell into a stalemate.

After a cup of tea, the situation on the ring was the same as the previous few games. Qin Haoxuan's body shaking again, as if a candle in the wind was in vain. This time, his spiritual attack speed was much slower. But his opponent was even more tragic and his limbs were all destroyed.

In the end, Qin Haoxuan condensed his spiritual power into a cauldron, barely smashed the disciples of Zhenyue Sect, who were covered in blood but could not retreat, down the arena.

"One more wasted." A hint of coldness flashed in Qin Haoxuan's seemingly crazy eyes.

"Ah...I...I won again." Qin Haoxuan smiled and deliberately shouted at the people under the ring. He was still full of wounds, but in fact he was all of them with some irrelevant minor injuries. In order to make himself look more tragic, he did not deliberately deal with the injuries. However, based on his physical self-compromising speed, it was already amazingly fast in the eyes of outsiders.

The fourth game was won again! The battle seemed to be in a dead cycle. Qin Haoxuan always seemed to have his last breath, but in the end he was able to defeat his opponent with that breath.

"Is that kid immortal forever? He always breathes a sigh of relief and then makes a round for him with this breath..."

"This... don't let him win in the end."

"Let's lose quickly, the abominable Taichu sect boy."

On the mountain peaks, those gamblers who were originally very happy and thought they could reap the benefits of the fisherman, begged the Zhenyue Sect. At this time, they saw Qin Haoxuan win the fourth game and became a little anxious. Qin Haoxuan's performance was too outrageous, beyond their expectations.

The Zhenyue Sect was silent, once or twice, perhaps Qin Haoxuan won some luck; but he won three or even four times, which proves that Qin Haoxuan was a little weird.

Qingtianzi looked at Huang Long suspiciously. After confirming that the head of the Taichu Sect was very worried, he slightly dispelled his doubts. However, there was still a sense of worry in his heart. He always felt that... something seemed wrong this time... but he couldn't figure out what was wrong.

Zhenyue sent everyone to look at Qin Haoxuan, who was actively meditating on the ring. His miserable look showed some seriousness. No matter how miserable Qin Haoxuan looked, they all became evil in their eyes.

The members of the Taichu Cult were also silent, and their eyes were filled with respect when they looked at Qin Haoxuan. In the Youquan Demon Abyss where the fists were respected, the young Master Qin had already won the true respect of the elite disciples of the Taichu Cult with his fists.

"This kid Taichu really won." On the nearby mountain peak, the disciples of Jinxu Palace who bet the Taichu Sect calmed down with some indignation. The eyes of Qin Haoxuan looked at Qin Haoxuan with a rare slight respect. No matter how disgusting Qin Haoxuan was, at least this person's resilience was really terrible. If he was an opponent, he would definitely be a terrible opponent.

"Hurry up and lose, I'm not here to see you show off." On another mountain, the two immortals were dripping from their mouths.

"I'll go ahead in this game."

In the Zhenyue Sect camp, Zhao Yulong, a gray-seeded disciple, glanced at the extremely short and strong Di Yunlong beside him, who was closing his eyes to rest, and said in a deep voice.

Di Yunlong nodded: "Don't worry, we will definitely win."

After Di Yunlong finished speaking, everyone in Zhenyue Sect, who had been a little panic, calmed down inexplicably.

Everyone thought, yes, how could the senior brother Di Yunlong lose? Di Yunlong's name has a strange magic power and has been affecting this bet. As long as Di Yunlong is there, everyone will still be full of confidence in the Zhenyue Sect.

Zhao Yulong came on. As a gray-seeded disciple, his strength should naturally not be underestimated.

At the beginning of the fifth game, Zhao Yulong opened and closed, and seemed to hold up a mountain in his palm, and smashed it down at Qin Haoxuan repeatedly.

But Qin Haoxuan, who seemed to be dying, seemed to be a little faster, and he could always avoid it at the critical moment and then approach Zhao Yulong again.

The final battle was still the same as in the previous few games. Everyone was stunned and fell into an equally strange pattern. One by one, one by one, and one by one, another was also hitting Zhao Yulong. Both of them were splattering blood and were injured everywhere.

The hearts of some people in Zhenyue Sect have been sank. They are really impressed by Qin Haoxuan's ability to fight against attacks. This guy is simply immortal. Did those injuries scratch him?

On the ring, Zhao Yulong felt his injuries worsening, and he was angry and angry. As a gray-seeded disciple, he was actually so embarrassed that he was really angry.

But when Zhao Yulong really got on the ring, he realized that Qin Haoxuan, who seemed to fall down at any time, used ordinary spiritual techniques, but slashed on his body, but it was no less powerful than the peak power of a strong man at the Immortal Miao Realm. Moreover, all the spiritual techniques were bombarded into his body through the wound, shaking his muscles, bones and blood.

"Press it down!"

The shadow of a towering mountain peak surged out from the palm of his hand, with runes like big stars rising and falling, and the light shone heavily at Qin Haoxuan.

Unexpectedly, Qin Haoxuan did not dodge or avoid, and flew towards the mountain peak, and at a very fast speed. He flashed through the spiritual technique of the mountain with a "sweeping" sound, came to Zhao Yulong, and shouted: "Wan Jian Yin─"

With a loud shout, the golden spiritual power in the air condensed into a sword, emitting amazing sharpness, and even the air around was cut out from the air passage like willow catkins. In an instant, Zhao Yulong's whole body shook continuously, and thousands of swords were already passing through, and his body was covered with blood holes, and he was pushed off the ring by the impact of countless spiritual swords.

With a dull "bang", Zhao Yulong, who was arrogant in Zhenyue Sect, was knocked unconscious. He was covered in blood holes, and he looked terrifying.

Seeing this scene, Qingtianzi licked his lips and looked at Qin Haoxuan angrily on the platform. At this moment, Qin Haoxuan began to close his eyes and rest again. Sitting upright on the ring like a statue, nothing outside could affect him.
Chapter completed!