"In this duel, Lin Xuehe, the Holy Son of Tiandao Peak, wins!"
Seeing He Junlin who was dying at this time, the referee elder directly called for people to carry him down for treatment, and then declared Lin Xuehe the winner. If the duel continued, it was hard to say whether the man named He Junlin could survive.
"Trash, you still want to fight me!" Looking at He Junlin being carried off, Lin Xuehe sneered and walked towards his seat.
"Liu Swordsman, I'm asking you, it's just a competition between fellow sects. Why do you, the Holy Son of Heavenly Sword, do such a heavy hand?" At this time, the peak master of Jinyun Peak walked directly to Liu Swordsman and asked angrily.
"It's inevitable to get injured in a duel, so how can you tell how important it is to start with? If Lord Jin Yunfeng wants to find trouble, then Mr. Liu wouldn't mind accompanying you for a few moves!" Liu Daoke sneered at the question raised by Lord Jin Yunfeng. said.
"you you…!"
"Holy Lord, I, Jin Yunfeng, have requested to withdraw from the Tianyuan Martial Arts Competition. We, Jin Yunfeng, do not have a saint son or a saint daughter. The strongest person participating in the competition is only a peak earth-level practitioner. The chance of winning against Lu Linglong of Tianlong Peak is not good. I Jinyun Peak is willing to be the last peak in the Holy Land, and I hope the Holy Lord will grant it!"
"Lao Jin, what are you doing...? I don't have a saint son or a saint girl in my peak!"
Looking at Jin Yunfeng who was about to withdraw from the Tianyuan Huiwu, the peak master of Muling Peak came forward to persuade him, because the two peaks were not very powerful, and they were more sympathetic to each other. According to the previous Tianyuan Huiwu, they ranked last. The first one is Tianlong Peak, the ninth one is Jinyun Peak, and the eighth one is his Mu Ling Peak!
"Old Xu, you don't have to persuade me anymore, I, Jin Yunfeng, am the last to recognize him!"
"Oh, how can I say hello to you...!"
"And Liu Swordsman, you can't let your Heavenly Sword Saint spare a hand. You know that they are just competing with each other, but you almost kill that disciple!"
After hearing the categorical words of Jin Yun Peak Master Jin Wenlin, Mu Ling Peak Master Xu Qingtian didn't know how to persuade him. He said Liu Daoke's fault for Jin Wenlin and sat back in his seat. He couldn't say quit. , at least he has to maintain his eighth position in Mu Ling Peak. After all, there is only one difference, and the resources in the next ten years will be much less!
Looking at the scene happening in front of him, Shen Moyi, the master of Jihan Peak, also sighed silently in his heart. He didn't know if he could keep the sixth place of Jihan Peak this year. After all, they didn't have the Holy Son of Saint in Jihan Peak. As the son of such a talented woman, she now regrets that she had no way out to take Lu Linglong in. Otherwise, they would now have the Saint of Extreme Cold in the Extreme Cold Peak, and at the same time, they would not have to worry as much as they do now.
"In that case, I'll listen to you. Jin Yunfeng quits the Tianyuan Martial Arts Competition and ranks tenth among the ten peaks!" Seeing the angry expression on Jin Wenlin's face, Dao Limo sighed in his heart, and then said, in fact, he really doesn't It was easy to say something. After all, he was the Holy Lord, and it was not easy to directly stand up for Jin Yunfeng. As Liu Daoke said, injuries would inevitably occur in a duel, but what Lin Xuehe did was indeed against the etiquette of fellow sects!
"Thank you, Holy Lord!" When Jin Wenlin heard the Holy Lord speak, he cupped his fists and said thank you before turning and leaving, flying towards the Tianyuan Alchemy Hall where He Junlin was healing his wounds.
"Tsk, isn't it just that the apprentice was injured a little, why is he so excited?"
Seeing Jin Wenlin disappear from sight, Liu Daoke said with a contemptuous smile.
"Unexpectedly, Jin Yunfeng has given up the vote, but I have to say that the Holy Son of Heavenly Sword has indeed gone too far. The moves that our fellow disciples can use are fatal!"
"Compared to Tiandao Peak, Jinyun Peak is still very humane. The master of Jinyun Peak has now gone to Tianyuan Alchemy Hall to see his apprentice!"
"It's true. Fortunately, I'm not from Tiandao Peak, otherwise I wouldn't be able to stand such an atmosphere!"
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After Jin Wenlin flew away, the disciples of various peaks in the square were also talking about it.
At this moment, the referee elder on the fire arena began to speak: "The next battle is on the fire arena. The Holy Son of Fire Cloud Peak, Xia Hou Wuhen, will face off against the disciple of Tianba Peak, Chen Haoyu!
"You are not my opponent, and I don't want to hurt you. I can show you a move. If you still want to fight me, I will accompany you at any time." Looking at Chen Haoyu who just came on stage, Xiahou Wuhen said directly , he really didn’t want to waste time. For him, only Bai Yanran, Lin Xuehe and the others were qualified to fight him!
"I listen to the Holy Son!"
After listening to Xiahou Wuhen's words, Chen Haoyu thought for a moment and nodded. He knew in his heart that he was no match for Holy Son Huoyun, but he also wanted to see how powerful Holy Son Huoyun was.
"Tianwu Sword Technique, First Style!"
Tianwu Sword Technique, this is the original sword fighting technique created by the first leader of Fire Cloud Peak. When used in the hands of Xiahou Wuhen, it can explode with powerful lethality.
"Boom!"
With one sword strike, Chen Haoyu was thrown away, and the huge sword light almost split the entire arena in half.
Chen Haoyu was trembling all over. Fortunately, he had the foresight, otherwise he would definitely go to Tianyuan Alchemy Hall with He Junlin to keep company!
This sword is too terrifying. Is this the strength of Holy Son of Fire Cloud Xiahou Wuhen?
Let alone his current Chen Haoyu, even if he has been practicing for ten years, it is still uncertain whether he can block this sword.
"I admit defeat!" Chen Haoyu, who had come back to his senses, could no longer think about the duel and simply admitted defeat.
"I declare that in the duel in the fire arena, the Holy Son of Fire Cloud, Xiahou Wuhen, wins!"
After hearing Chen Haoyu admit defeat, the referee announced directly.
"Hahaha, okay, okay, you are indeed my most proud disciple!"
Xue Qingcang, the leader of Huoyun Peak, couldn't help laughing.
As the duel became more and more intense, some disciples with poor cultivation were slowly eliminated.
"In the water arena, Lin Xuehe, the Holy Son of Tiandao Peak, faces off against Lu Linglong, the disciple of Tianlong Peak!"
Hearing the duel between the two men in the water arena, Ye Yuntian couldn't help but stand up. Sure enough, the moment had arrived. He knew that Lu Linglong would not be Lin Xuehe's opponent now, and he had to be prepared to save his apprentice. , even if it was against the rules, he could not let his apprentice get into trouble at the hands of Lin Xuehe.
"What? Master Ye Feng can't sit still? Why don't I talk to Xue He!
