When there were only a dozen people left in the arena, an immortal disciple who used flying swords as weapons faced the mysterious master. He controlled three flying swords and launched a fierce offensive against the mysterious master.
The man was seen holding an ordinary-looking axe, either parrying or dodging. The flying swords of the immortal disciples could not cause any harm to him.
"It's interesting. He seems to be just a wild guy, but he can actually block my three flying swords..." The immortal disciple curled his lips and said.
The mysterious master holding the ax looks ordinary and wears simple cloth, but his eyes are bright and full of tenacity.
"Lucky lucky..." he said with a chuckle.
The Immortal disciple put on a condescending look and said, "I am Yi Fang, a disciple of Immortal Tu'ao. Your strength qualifies me to know your name!"
"Pan..." The mysterious master only uttered one word and stopped talking.
"Pan... I've never heard of it! What is your apprenticeship?" Yi Fang said disdainfully.
"No school, no sect!" Pan said calmly.
"Can casual cultivators have such strength?" Yi Fang asked doubtfully.
After a pause, he took out a cloth bag from his arms with a proud expression and said, "It doesn't matter whether you are a casual cultivator or you deliberately hide your inheritance, I just want to defeat you!"
Pan didn't say anything, he just stood upright with a serious look on his face and made a defensive gesture.
Yifang opened the bag, and a white light flashed at the mouth of the bag, and three flying swords flew out of the bag. This bag turned out to be a storage magic weapon.
"Six flying swords are my limit, I want to see if you can still catch them!" Yi Fang said while urging six flying swords to attack Pan Gong at the same time. Those flying swords were extremely fast. , placed in a strange position in the air, as if they were one body.
As soon as he took action, it was a powerful blow. It was obvious that although he said he was disdainful, he actually valued Pan very much.
"Sword formation..." Pan's face changed slightly. He held the ax tightly and instead of retreating, he rushed straight towards the six flying swords.
"Hot fire!" He yelled, leaping high at the same time, holding the ax in both hands above his head, and struck hard.
The originally ordinary ax suddenly flashed with red light, and at the same time, the air around him became hot.
Pan Zhen turned into a giant ax burning with blazing flames and collided with six flying swords.
The flying sword with astonishing momentum was bounced away the moment it collided with the giant axe.
"Look, Yi Fang's sword formation with six flying swords collapsed in an instant!" A sharp-eyed master under the ring immediately exclaimed.
"Not only that, if you look carefully, two of the six flying swords were broken directly, and the other four were more or less incomplete!" Someone immediately echoed.
"My dear, these flying swords are Yi Fang's magical weapons. If they are damaged like this, even the Immortal's disciples will be seriously injured..." Another person said.
As if to verify the man's words, Yi Fang stared at Pan who had transformed into a human again in disbelief. The next moment, blood suddenly spurted out, and then he fell to the ground unwillingly.
"The disciple of Immortal was defeated by an unknown guy like this. This is a slap in the face of Immortal Tu'ao!"
"That's not the case. After all, it's a battle in the arena, and Yi Fang's life was not hurt. Immortal Tu'ao won't do anything..."
"You are wrong about this. Immortal Tu'ao is famous for protecting his shortcomings. If Wu Ji defeated Yi Fang, Immortal Tu'ao might not be affected by Xingwu Immortal's face, but now the person who hurt Yi Fang is a person with no background. Man, this young man named Pan will be miserable after leaving the ring!"
"I know you are still talking nonsense, be careful the immortal will deal with you as well!"
Pan, the dark horse, defeated Yi Fang with one move, which caused a lot of discussion below the ring. Even the immortals above the fairy cloud started talking. However, the burly Tu'ao immortal, who was wearing yellow fairy clothes, had a dark face and said nothing. Seems very dissatisfied.
"I remembered it! A few years ago, there was a boy from the Xuanli tribe who became very famous among the mortal tribe at a young age. He defeated several powerful men in the mortal world one after another. For a while, he had no opponent. That guy's name was Pan!" There was a guy who was far away from the ring. The expert who was very close suddenly shouted.
The huge projection only has pictures but no sound
Only those who are close to the ring or those who have practiced clairaudience skills can hear the conversation on the ring.
"I also have an impression when you say this. Although it is just a matter of mortals, the young man's rise is indeed very fast. However, he disappeared not long after he became famous. Now it seems that he has found an immortal fate and embarked on the road of cultivating immortality. !」
"That's natural. How can you be so powerful if you don't cultivate as an immortal? You have to know that with the few cultivation methods in the world, even you and I are enough to sweep the world!"
Pan's name spread under the ring for a while.
After defeating Yi Fang forcefully, most of the remaining people did not dare to cause trouble to Pan.
After Xiaoyu knocked an opponent off the ring, she flew up into the air with a colorful fairy silk and headed straight for Pan.
Pan was not very nervous when he saw this. When Xiaoyu landed in front of him, he said with a smile on his face: "Xiaoyu Fairy, long time no see!"
Xiaoyu said in surprise: "Pan, it's you indeed! Have you found a way to become an immortal? It's only been five years and you're already so powerful. Could it be that you have become a disciple of an extremely powerful immortal?"
Pan just smiled and said nothing.
In the sky, Xingwu Immortal Lord looked down. He stared at Pan's position and said, "Interesting, this boy has no immortal roots, and he doesn't even have a trace of immortal power. Could it be that he can reach this level just by practicing mortal skills?" ?」
None of the immortals paid attention. Although Fairy Yueling's eyes kept moving, her eyes would always stay on Pan for a while, and her expression was a bit complicated.
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"Hmph, if you are not an immortal cultivator, why are you here to participate in the martial arts competition!" Immortal Tu'ao said angrily.
Demon Lord Evil Ning, who was dressed in black and exuded an evil aura, smiled and said: "Tu Ao, why are you so stingy? My unlucky disciple also lost. He was just joining in the fun, so don't take it too seriously. Got it!" There was a hint of mockery in his tone.
Immortal Tu'ao snorted again and said nothing, his face looking very ugly.
Fairy Yueling's eyes moved slightly at this moment. She glanced at Immortal Tu'ao, and a cold light flashed in her beautiful eyes.
The fight in the ring was very fast. Xiaoyu and Pan stopped talking after they started talking. Wu Ji used his power to eliminate several people. In the end, there were only four people left in the ring, except Xiaoyu, Pan and Wu Ji. There was also a fat young man who had great luck.
The top four have been decided, and people are talking about it again under the ring, and the one who talks about it the most is the fat man whose name everyone still doesn't know.
"This fat guy is so lucky. If Xingwu Immortal Lord hadn't made it clear that he wanted to keep four people, he would have been beaten down by Wu Ji."
"This fat man looks familiar. He doesn't seem to be an unknown person..."
"I know, no wonder he's so lucky. This guy should be Hongda, a disciple of Palm Luck Immortal!"
"The Palm Luck Immortal...is he the person I thought of?"
"Yes, that's him. All his immortal power is used to cultivate luck, but in the end only luck is left, and his actual combat power may not be as good as you and me..."
Talking about the Palm Luck Immortal caused a burst of laughter in the audience. It was obvious that this Immortal was not very respected by others.
Xingwu Immortal Lord stood up and said: "Now that the top four have been announced,
As soon as he finished speaking, a beautiful figure floated forward, looked back at Xingwu Immortal Lord and said, "Immortal Lord, how about leaving this matter to me?"
Xingwu Immortal Lord immediately smiled boldly and said: "Since the fairy has spoken, of course there is no problem!"
Fairy Moon Spirit smiled politely and then waved gently forward.
"Xingwu Immortal Lord has agreed, and the order of this duel will be assigned to me!" As Fairy Yueling finished speaking, four light pillars appeared out of thin air on the ring, covering the remaining four people.
The four light pillars are identical in pairs, emitting faint golden light and silver light respectively.
"Turn!" Fairy Yueling shouted softly, and the four light beams started to spin at the same time. Soon after, the light beams stopped rotating. Wu Ji and Xiaoyu were shrouded in golden light beams, while Pan and the young fat man were shrouded in silver light beams.
"Okay, the person shrouded in golden light will go to the ring to compete first. The second stage
start! "
Soon, only Wu Ji and Xiaoyu were left in the ring. After the fight began, Wu Ji began to actively attack Xiaoyu. He held a long sword and beat Xiaoyu back with every move he made.
Although Xiaoyu has extraordinary strength, she is no match for Wu Ji. If it weren't for the fairy silk in her hand, she would have been defeated long ago.
Relying on foreign objects is not a long-term solution after all. Xiaoyu was finally defeated by Wu Ji. Wu Ji could not attack Xiaoyu for a long time, and his face became more and more ugly. After he broke the Xianling magic weapon, he beat Xiaoyu, showing no mercy for her. It doesn't mean anything.
Xiaoyu was beaten until her nose was bruised and her face was swollen before she shouted to surrender.
The first battle ended with Wu Ji's victory.
After Wu Ji and Xiaoyu left the ring, Pan and Hongda immediately jumped onto the ring.
Just when Pan was about to take action, Hongda suddenly said: "Wait a minute, let me count!"
Pan was speechless, but he still did not attack, but waited quietly not far away.
Hongda closed his eyes and took out a jade pendant. He was holding something in his hand and muttering something in his mouth.
After a while, Hongda finally opened his eyes.
Seeing Hongda finally open his eyes, Pan immediately raised his ax and rushed forward.
"Wait a minute!" Hongda stretched out his palms and spoke anxiously without the demeanor of a master.
Pan frowned and said, "What's the matter with you? Do you want to fight or not?"
"I just calculated with my fingers. You are a peerless genius. I am definitely no match for you...so I, Hongda, will admit defeat today. It's not shameful to lose to you!" Hongda said with an inscrutable look on his face.
As soon as he finished speaking, Hongda walked directly to the edge of the ring, and then jumped down, leaving only Pan who was a little confused on the ring.
"Are you just giving up? Is this Ban Zhen so powerful?"
"They are all cultivators of immortality. This guy is still pretending to be a genius. I think this is the excuse Hongda doesn't dare to fight..."
"It's true that just like a master, there is a disciple..."
Many people under the ring sneered at Hongda's behavior.
