After a little silence, a violent roar on the ring interrupted the conversation between the two.

On the ring, countless gravels were flying all over the sky. Compared to Zhang Feng's previous battle, the strength of destroying the ring was only stronger and never weaker.

Accompanied by the gravel flying out of the smoke and dust, as well as unparalleled sword energy and fighting spirit, if the group of magicians on standby in the audience had not seen the opportunity, they had supported water magic as protective shields for the audience, but these non-stop turbulent streams could allow the audience sitting in the front row to move their heads.

A strong wind blew across the arena, and the dust disappeared. The huge arena was completely broken into pieces and became several huge stones.

Five old men from the palace stood together and looked at their opponents, no longer reacting for a second attack.

Ming Jian stood quietly, and the clothes on his limbs were cracked in the fierce battle. Blood quickly poured out from the wounds. In an instant, he almost dyed a white long gown.

The three-foot cold Feng Mingxue in Mingjian's hand trembled and made a slight sound.

The wind blew again, and the bloody clothes on Mingjian's body fluttered gently, and only Mingjian stood still motionless.

People were all surprised to look at the broken arena. There was no need for Sima Wudi to explain the situation now, and everyone knew that Mingjian was most likely to be defeated.

"Ha ha ha ha…"

One of the five old men suddenly started to laugh, and the other old men were anxious to laugh.

"Okay! OK!" said the five elders at the same time: "I have never seen such gorgeous swordsmanship before! I don't know who can take away the young generation's number one master in the world. But this young generation's number one swordsman in the world, who else can you do!"

Ming Jian's body shook slightly, and he fell back weakly.

Sima Wudi, who was sitting in the commentary seat, screamed strangely, arrived before Mingjian fell to the ground, held Mingjian and looked around, raised his head and waved to the medical team that had just arrived, and said, "Come here quickly, the person has fainted long ago."

"Not bad, not bad." said one of the five elders: "I'm all unconscious and can still stand for so long, and I have the potential to become an idol."

Beichenzhan once again hit Nakami who came to watch the battle with his elbow again: "Don't you go down and see? Your child is in a coma."

Mingjian still smiled slowly: "Where is my child of Mingjian who can be killed by bombardment of this intensity?"

"Yes." Beichenzhan curled his lips: "Those five little things are quite reasonable in their actions. The gorgeous sword skills of Mingjian also helped him. From him, I saw you when I was young."

Ming saw a smile that was not easy to detect from the corner of his mouth. He was just a coma when he fought against the fifth. He was very satisfied with such a result. Even though he knew that the five old men were letting go, he was still happy and satisfied.
Chapter completed!