C689 Points Competition(2)

689: points match (2)

Jian Ao smiled. The contestant from the Wind Mist Sect on the ring was too funny. The relationship between the two sects was ruined because of Jian Ao. If you say so, isn't it a slap to the face of the Wind Mist Sect?

Sure enough, Sima Lang's face darkened instantly. He wished he could rush forward and slap the contestant on the stage to death! Look at what you have said. Can't you be a bit more manly?!

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Han Shiyun looked at his opponent as if he was looking at an idiot. He said faintly, "Do you feel that you are not completely confident that you can beat me? That's why you want to beat me? You want me to use words to provoke you, and make me admit defeat? "

The leader of the group, the disciple of Wind Mist Sect, had an awkward expression on his face. It was good that you knew why he said it out loud. It was so embarrassing.

Of course, he wouldn't admit it. There were so many people watching. "How is that possible? You are only a Great Sword Master Peak, while I am a Sword General Fifth Level. With my cultivation base at the peak, how could I be afraid of you? You are too good at joking! "

"Han Shiyun gently stroked his long sword. With a" Hua "sound, he unsheathed his sword in an instant. It was as fast as lightning. In an instant, it was slashed.

"Let's fight," Han Shiyun said.

The disciples of Wind Mist Sect were startled. They never thought that Han Shiyun would fight as soon as he said so. He was swift and decisive, and didn't give them any time to prepare.

A dignified expression emerged on his face. He drew his sword and welcomed Han Shiyun's attack.

"Clang!"

The two swords collided, and a clear sound rang out.

The Wind Mist Sect disciple's face darkened. Under the impact of the collision, his body was forced back continuously, and with a single slash, he was sent flying several meters away.

"You can go down now!"

Han Shiyun said in a low voice.

He opened his palm and the sword in his hand turned into a flash of lightning, shooting out with a swoosh. The latter did not even have time to react before he was sent flying off the arena.

From this, it could be seen that the strength of the two people was completely different from each other!

Han Shiyun had only used two moves to defeat a genius disciple of the Wind Mist Sect. This caused everyone to be dumbstruck! Fortunately, with the preventive measure from the day before, today was still within the acceptable range!

Wind Mist Sect.

Sima Lang said hatefully, "Trash! He can't even fight a Great Sword Master Peak!" He looked as if he had failed to live up to his expectations.

"Sima Jipai. " Sima Lang looked at the man with his eyes closed like an iron tower. His voice sounded very soft compared to the others. "Wait, if you are going to the arena and meet the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect, you must kill them, not leaving any seeds for the Heavenly Sword Sect! Especially Jian Ao and Han Shiyun. "

The man who looked like an iron tower was Sima Jipai, the eldest disciple of the Wind Mist Sect.

Sima Jipai closed his eyes and nodded lightly. "I will. "

The Godly Blade Sect was the same.

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Time continued to move forward.

On the square arena, the battle continued. Everyone's points continued to increase. Some were still at zero points, while others were already at three points. Soon, it was Jian Ao's turn.

The second group, Number Six.

In other words, Jian Ao's opponent was the leader of the second group!

A figure shot out from the Godly Blade Sect. It was like a blade energy, and it was very fast. In the blink of an eye, it landed on the arena.

"This man is the second disciple of the Godly Blade Sect, Mu Tiehqing. He is second only to the eldest disciple, Ling Zhuankong. " Han Shiyun said from the side.