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With a crisp sound of "Peng!", the sword soul's sword shield was broken.

"Ding Bang!" The lancet fell on the ring and made a crisp sound, and the tip of the knife was already curved in an invisible state.

"It's so dangerous, fortunately I blocked the Zi Ni Xian Sword from the real body, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable." Jianhun raised his sword with his hand and said in his heart.

"Immortal Sword? Mine is the best spiritual weapon. I didn't expect it to hit his flying sword and turned into this shape." Han Xue sighed in surprise. Her figure in the sky slowly landed on the ground. With a "swoosh!", the bent and deformed lancet on the ground would come to Han Xue's hands.

"Old man Mingxin, you are really willing to bear it! You actually took out the Zi Ni Xian Sword." Yuheng looked at Mingxin and said.

"Isn't you the same last time?" Ming Xin replied with his eyes narrowed.

"..." Yu Heng was speechless. There was no rule that the young disciples at the Cultivation Conference did not allow the use of immortal weapons. At the last Cultivation Conference, the Kunlun School relied on the immortal weapons to obtain the title of the young disciple's third-class title.

"Sword dances with clear breeze!" The sound of sword soul came from the ring. The purple-nien fairy sword in his hand hit Han Xue with a strong wind. Han Xue's clothes were blown up by the strong wind of sword soul.

"Higher, higher, let me see what color her underwear is. I don't know what color this Cultivation Star likes to wear!" Xia Jian stared at Han Xue, whose skirt was slightly raised on the ring, and thought shamelessly.

"Hanxue, abstain!" Qingxu's voice came from Hanxue's ears.

Han Xue, who could not avoid, pinched the jade talisman in the entry field helplessly, and the person was instantly heard from outside the ring. Han Xue stared coldly at the sword soul standing on the ring, and then turned around and walked out of the field. The faint figure gradually disappeared in front of Xia Jian, "What a wonderful figure! What a cold temperament! But I like it! Do you go up and comfort this iceberg beauty?" Xia Jian thought in his heart as he looked at the disappearing Han Xue's back.

"Sword Soul, you are so great!" Ao Ling'er's victory in the sword soul.

Jianhun smiled slightly and said to Jianpo, "The fate of Jianpo depends on you!"

Jianpo said: "Don't worry, no problem." Jianpo confidently stroked the Qiankun bracelet on his wrist.

"Sword Soul, it's not bad!" Xia Jian also encouraged the Sword Soul.

"Haha! It's far from the younger uncle! The younger uncle stood on the ring and let him kowtow and apologize! It's not like the younger nephew, I won by relying on the Zini Immortal Sword." Jianhun also admired Han Xue's methods in his heart. If it weren't for relying on the Zini Immortal Sword, there would be no suspense in this competition. Han Xue would definitely win.

...

"The thirteenth game...No. 74, the thunder of the No. 1..." The elder of the Kunlun Sect once again told the humanity on the field.

"It's your turn to Jianpo. Beautiful. I don't know that No. 73 is the unlucky guy, haha! It's better to beat him up with a pig's face." Xia Jian said to Jianpo happily.

"Uncle Master, I will do my best to Jianpo Haha!" Jianpo smiled honestly and walked towards the ring.

"The sword soul should be without suspense!" Ao Ling'er said to Xia Jian.

"Hehe! It's absolutely fine. How could you meet someone with such a high cultivation level like the sword soul!" Xia Jian looked at Ao Ling'er and said.

Jianhun felt depressed enough when he heard this. Why did he meet a woman with a higher cultivation level than him and her martial arts are so powerful?

"Shushan Sword Sect Sword Soul." Jian Po bowed to the opponent in front of him on the ring.

"Tiancangmen, Ye Zhantang, please show mercy to Senior Brother Jianpo." Jianpo's opponent is just a young disciple in the middle stage of leaving the body.

There is absolutely no suspense in this battle between Jianpo.

"Looking at this kid's reality, forget it, I won't beat him into a pig's head according to the words of my uncle. Give him a step and let him go down the ring!" Jianpo saw that Ye Zhantang was polite and had good behavior, and he had the idea of ​​letting this kid go.

"Be careful." In order to win beautifully, Jianpo took the initiative to summon the low-grade spiritual weapon Flying Sword and launched a rapid attack on Ye Zhantang.

For cultivators who are just out of their physical stage, if Jian Po uses the fairy sword Qinghong, even if he wins, he will feel that his face is too dull!

The sword soul's flying sword was too fast, and Ye Zhantang wanted to hide, but his body skills had not yet been activated. The sword had reached Ye Zhantang's chest, which scared Ye Zhantang into a cold sweat.

"Scream!" Jianpo's flying sword cut a big hole in Ye Zhantang's chest. The flying sword pressed against Ye Zhantang's chest. Jianpo stabbed the sword again, otherwise Ye Zhantang would probably be seriously injured now.

Gap, absolute strength gap.

"Senior Brother Xie Jianpo showed mercy." Ye Zhantang looked at the flying sword in his chest, wiped his forehead, and said to Jianpo. Although Ye Zhantang also felt a little embarrassed, he had not even avoided an attack from his opponent. However, the opponent was too strong and the sword was too strong, so Ye Zhantang would not have the chance to avoid it.

The sword soul closed the flying sword on Ye Zhantang's chest and said to Ye Zhantang: "I'll give in!" After saying that, he walked off the ring coolly.

"Sword Soul did win without any suspense, haha!" Jianhun looked at Jiansoul who was walking down the ring and said to Xia Jian and Ao Ling'er.

"The strength difference is too big, and Jianpo has not avoided a single move." Ao Ling'er also said from the side.

"Hey! Why can't I see through the people who just came down to fight with Jianpo?" Xia Jian said. He was so depressed that he had not seen through any cultivator who had been on the ring. Cultivators who had been practicing for nearly three hundred years in the early stage of out-of-body competition are generally easy to reach, and those who were selected by the sect to compete in the middle stage of out-of-body competition are usually above the middle stage of out-of-body competition. Almost no one in the early stage of Xia Jian's cultivation level is lower than him.

"You! Don't think about it. You are just in the early stage of leaving your body, and they are all in the middle stage of leaving your body. Do you think you can see through their cultivation?" Ao Ling'er knocked Xia Jian's head and said.

"Hey! It seems that my cultivation is still too low. Next time I will be in seclusion for a hundred years. Hum! Let's see who said that my cultivation is low!" Xia Jian said a little depressed.

"In seclusion for a hundred years! No way! Uncle Master, you will not be able to ascend to the tribulation at your cultivation speed in a hundred years!" Jianhun and Jianpo, who had just left the ring, asked Xia Jianjian.

"Yes! According to my cultivation speed, it is indeed time to ascend to the tribulation after a hundred years. Haha, Ling'er, are you a genius in cultivation? Haha!" Xia Jian turned his head and thought, according to his own cultivation speed, he should have indeed passed the tribulation in a hundred years, at least it is in the late stage of the tribulation!

"You genius, you big-headed ghost, what should I do if you overcome the tribulation!" Xia Jian's head was hit by Ao Ling'er's pink boxing again.

"Ouch! You will be beaten even if you practice fast! Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

"Hmph! I asked for it myself." Ao Ling'er snorted lightly, turned her head and looked at Xia Jian's appearance and said.

"Uncle Master! I'm probably going to suffer in this life." Jianhun thought to himself.

"Hey! Is this the legendary love? Is love like this?" Jianpo actually imagined love as the legendary one, strong enough.
Chapter completed!