A fist light was filled with phantoms of stars and moon, and it struck the halberd again.
With a bang, the fist exploded, and Yin Yanlong's body began to retreat violently.
Bi Haifan paused for a moment before darting towards Yin Yanlong again.
Suddenly, there was an overwhelming side in the field. Yin Yanlong kept retreating, while Bi Haifan kept following behind, throwing punches one after another.
Only the fist light and the shadow of the halberd were left in the field, as well as the continuous sound of explosions.
Half a quarter of an hour later, Yin Yanlong's forehead was already covered with sweat, his face was a little pale, and his arms were trembling slightly.
Can't beat it!
After a few more rounds, Bi Haifan caught the gap where Yin Yanlong's halberd was thrust. His speed suddenly increased, and he dodged directly in front of Yin Yanlong and punched his right shoulder.
Click!
The bones of Yin Yanlong's right shoulder were directly shattered by the punch, and his body flew backwards.
After a few breaths, Yin Yanlong's body hit him a few feet away, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and his face was as pale as paper.
Bi Haifan stood there and looked at Yin Yanlong without taking any further action.
Yin Yanlong got up from the ground, staggering a little, and said softly: "I lost!"
In fact, from the beginning, Yin Yanlong knew that he could not beat Bi Haifan.
From the battles over the years, he knew that Bi Haifan was very strong, almost as powerful as Mu Bohui, the most powerful member of his Wuji Sect.
"Xingyue Gate, Bi Haifan wins!" Mr. Zhong appeared in the field at this moment.
Bi Haifan moved and disappeared from the ring.
After Yin Yanlong bowed slightly to Mr. Zhong, he ducked back to the high platform.
Mu Liuzhang looked at Yin Yanlong's broken shoulders and frowned slightly.
Yin Yanlong's right shoulder was directly shattered and the injury was serious.
A pill appeared in Mu Liuzhang's hand and he handed it to Yin Yanlong, "Take good care of your wounds!"
Yin Yanlong took the elixir and said, "I'm sorry to disappoint the sect master and everyone!"
Mu Liuzhang glared at Yin Yanlong, "What nonsense is this? He was only born a few decades earlier than you. If you are the same age, you are no worse than him. You can heal your wounds in peace. You are already pretty good!"
Yin Yanlong bowed slightly, with a complicated look on his face, and retreated.
"The third group is coming!" Mr. Zhong's voice sounded at this time.
As soon as Zhong Lao finished speaking, there was already a person standing on the stage, Jia Ruoguang, the Holy Son of Xingyue Sect.
After taking the stage, Jia Ruoguang glanced in the direction of Xuanjian Sect, and then his eyes fell on the position of Wuji Sect, with his hands behind his back.
"If you can't beat him, don't be brave and conserve your strength. There are still two families to fight behind!" Mu Liushang said softly to Mu Bohui.
Mu Bohui nodded slightly and appeared on the ring with his toes touching the ground.
Mu Bohui is taller, but a little thin, and his skin is a little dark. Standing opposite Jia Ruoguang, he forms a strong contrast with him.
Mu Bohui held a big knife in his hand. Under the sunlight, the blade shone with streaks of light, which was very dazzling.
"Start!" After Zhong Lao finished speaking, the person disappeared.
Jia Ruoguang and Mu Bohui stood in the middle of the field, neither of them making the first move.
"We haven't seen each other for several years. Brother Mu looks much calmer and stronger!" Jia Ruoguang said with a smile.
Mu Bohui shook his head and smiled, "But it's still far from Brother Jia, isn't it?"
"Brother Mu, if you keep chasing me as your target, you will be very tired from chasing me!" Jia Ruoguang smiled half-heartedly.
Mu Bohui nodded slightly, "That's true. Brother Jia is too evil. Born in the same generation as you, we are destined to be foils!"
When Jia Ruoguang heard this, he burst out laughing, "Brother Mu, what you said makes me a little uncomfortable with it!"
"Brother Jia, let's get started. Please show mercy to Brother Jia!" Mu Bohui said with a smile.
The smile on Jia Ruoguang's face became even bigger, and he stretched out a hand to signal: "Brother Mu, please draw the sword!"
Mu Bohui nodded, flipped the big knife in his hand, and slashed at Jia Ruoguang.
A ray of light emitted from the broadsword, extremely dazzling and chilling, slashing towards Jia Ruoguang.
Wherever the sword light passed, the space made a chirping sound, and an extremely wide gap was cut into the space.
Jia Ruoguang was calm and composed, with a smile still on his face. When the sword light appeared above his head, he slowly punched upwards.
A very slow and dull punch, as if the punch had no power at all.
But just when Jia Ruoguang's fist was about to touch the sword light, a trace of secret power appeared on his fist.
With a bang, the sword light shattered and dissipated in the field, and Jia Ruoguang retracted his fist as if nothing happened.
Seeing this, Mu Bohui had a solemn look in his eyes.
Jia Ruoguang is much stronger than he was in five years.
Both of them are making progress, but Mu Bohui feels at this moment that the distance between him and Jia Ruoguang is getting wider and wider.
The next moment, Mu Bohui jumped up with a big knife in his hand, held the knife in both hands, and struck Jia Ruoguang's head with one blow.
This knife is extremely fast!
Most of the people at the scene could only see the afterimage left behind when the sword struck.
But Jia Ruoguang remained unmoved. He put one hand behind his back, clenched the other into a fist, and punched the sword again.
With a clang, the broadsword struck Jia Ruoguang's fist, as if it struck an indestructible rock.
Jia Ruoguang's body did not move at all, but Mu Bohui's body retreated directly in the air.
With this retreat, he retreated directly to the edge of the ring.
After Mu Bohui stabilized his body, his toes touched the ground, and his body turned into an afterimage, shooting towards Jia Ruoguang.
When he reached half a foot in front of Jia Ruoguang, the sword struck down hard again, slashing straight to Jia Ruoguang's door.
At this moment, Jia Ruoguang took down his left hand from behind his back, and stretched out his two hands as fast as lightning, just in one move.
This combination directly blocked Mu Bohui's powerful and heavy sword.
Mu Bohui wanted to withdraw the sword, but found that the sword was motionless and could not be withdrawn at all.
Suddenly, Jia Ruoguang loosened his hands, grabbed the back of the sword with his left hand, and pulled it to the side.
Mu Bohui's body was immediately brought towards Jia Ruoguang.
Mu Bohui frowned, and with the help of Jia Ruoguang's pulling force, he kicked Jia Ruoguang suddenly.
Jia Ruoguang's expression remained unchanged, and he punched Mu Bohui's sole with his right hand.
In just an instant, Mu Bohui's expression changed drastically, he let go of the sword and flew backwards.
A few feet away, Mu Bohui hit the ground, with blood on the corner of his mouth, his face flushed, and his chest heaving.
This punch directly injured Mu Bohui's internal organs.
Jia Ruoguang still stood there, not moving even a step from beginning to end.
At this time, except for the people from the Xingyue Sect, the faces of the other three sects all had solemn expressions.
How strong is Jia Ruoguang, the holy son of Xingyue Sect?
He was not a physical practitioner, but he went head-to-head with the king-level sword in Mu Bohui's hand with his bare hands without any damage.
In that competition five years ago, Jia Ruoguang did not have such ability, which means that Jia Ruoguang only developed this ability in recent years.
Liu Wei was also frowning at this moment. His current physical body could withstand mid-grade weapons of the king's level, but it could not block the high-grade weapons of the king's level.
Chen Changsheng turned to look at Liu Wei and said softly: "He is much better than he was a few years ago. Just try your best. You won't be worse than him in the future!"
Liu Wei's brows widened, he rubbed his nose and grinned, "Sect Master, I said I would give our Xuanjian Sect the first place this year, how can I break my promise?"
"As long as you have this intention, I don't expect to be first. Let's just try to get second!" Chen Changsheng said.
Liu Wei smiled and said, "We'll see when the time comes. If you can't beat me, I'll admit defeat. I won't fight tooth and nail. Don't worry, Master!"
Chen Chang
Sheng nodded, turned back and continued to look at the ring.
Mu Bohui staggered to his feet, his right foot trembling a little and he didn't dare to touch the ground hard.
He limped to Jia Ruoguang and hugged his fists, "Thank you, Brother Jia, for showing mercy!"
Jia Ruoguang smiled and handed the big knife he snatched to Mu Bohui, "Brother Mu, don't be discouraged and keep working hard!"
He was indeed merciful. If he punched with all his strength, it would be enough to completely destroy Mu Bohui's entire leg.
As for why he was merciful, Xu Shimu Bohui's previous words were more useful to him. Maybe it was for other reasons, only he knew it.
Mu Bohui took the sword, looked at Mr. Zhong, and said calmly: "I lost!"
Mr. Zhong appeared directly on the ring, "Xingyue Gate, Jia Ruoguang wins!"
After Jia Ruoguang looked around, he returned to his seat with a smile on his face.
Mu Bohui bowed slightly to Mr. Zhong and then returned to his seat.
Everyone in Wuji Sect didn't say anything, because this was expected.
Mu Liuzhang took a pill and handed it to Mu Bohui, "The only difference between you and him is age and level. Don't be discouraged. You are no worse than anyone else!"
Mu Bohui took the elixir, thanked him, and sat aside to heal his wounds.
In fact, Wu Jizong was overjoyed by this result.
You must know that in previous years, when Wu Jizong faced Xingyue Sect, he could not win a game. Now he has won one game, and it is the first game, which is already quite good.
"The first round of competition is over. Xingyue Sect has won two games and Wuji Sect has won one game!" Mr. Zhong continued.
After Zhong Laolue paused, he continued: "The second round will proceed. The Xuanjian Sect will fight against the Ice Soul Sect. Please invite the first group of disciples from the two sects to enter the competition!"
As Zhong Lao finished speaking, Shao Hua's sword flashed under his feet, and he appeared on the ring.
Immediately, a disciple from the Ice Soul Sect floated over and landed opposite Shao Hua.
Yang Yi, ranked third in the Bingpo Sect's combat power, was wearing a floral skirt and her hair was tied into two braids and hung on the back of her head.
He was at the True Venerable Realm, holding a soft silver whip about five feet long in his hand, which was a low-ranking king-level whip.
Shao Hua was holding a king-level mid-grade long sword in his hand.
"Senior Brother Shao, I'm no match for you. Let's just exchange a few moves at will. Don't hit me hard!" Yang Yi looked at Shao Hua and said with a smile.
Shao Hua smiled slightly, "Junior Sister Yang, let's just treat it as a normal competition!"
"Start!" After Zhong Lao's voice came out, people were already under the ring.
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