This scene was a bit shocking. People here knew very well how powerful Jin Mohao was, but at this moment, Jiang Xiaofan was able to resist him so easily, which really surprised them.
"open!"
Jin Mohao growled. He struggled hard, but to no avail. His hands seemed to be clamped by steel pliers, and his face was twisted in pain.
"boom…"
At this moment, Jiang Xiaofan took action again. He moved his right leg backwards and swept forward. His movements were smooth and smooth, and he instantly kicked the opponent on the waist. The power was astonishing. Jin Mohao's body was shaken and he was knocked out. He flew away directly, and a trace of blood instantly spilled from the corner of his mouth.
"Brother Mo Hao, I was actually joking. Although you went back on your word and used both hands, it is reasonable. I will not admit that you are shameless. Why don't you run away?" Jiang Xiaofan He put on a surprised expression again.
Jin Mohao's face was livid, and he wanted to cut the bastard in front of him into pieces. This soft irony was like a big slap on his face, and it hurt.
Both of his eyes were spitting fire. He had never suffered such humiliation since his cultivation as an immortal. His expression became very cold, and a blazing divine energy surged up in his body, like thunder, shaking Jiang Xiaofan away, and then violently A powerful punch struck forward.
And something unexpected happened to him again. A faint golden light appeared on Jiang Xiaofan's right hand. He grabbed his fist, squeezed it gently, and swung it violently like a scarecrow, and then heavily It hit the ground.
"boom…"
Smoke and dust rose up, and the main arena trembled violently. All the brilliance on Jin Mohao's body suddenly disappeared. He screamed, spitting out several large mouthfuls of blood, and his body twitched.
The surrounding spectators were all stunned. They never expected that Jiang Xiaofan could be so fierce and beat Jin Mohao, who had entered the seventh level of subtlety, to the point where he was unable to fight back, and so cleanly.
This is not because Jin Mohao has no strength. On the contrary, he is very strong. Otherwise, he would not have been able to defeat many challengers and persist until now. All because Jiang Xiaofan's speed was too fast, giving him no chance to use his mysterious method.
"You...damn it! I'll kill you!"
After being suppressed repeatedly and losing all face, Jin Mohao finally became furious. The blue light on his body surged, and a gorgeous short sword rushed out of his body, like it was made of jade. As soon as he appeared, his sharp edge was revealed, and his murderous intent was astonishing. , the entire martial arts performance field was immediately enveloped by the sharp sword energy, and the green light flashed, making people feel pain in their bodies.
"Qingyun Sword!"
Many people present exclaimed, recognizing that this spiritual weapon was exactly the flying sword that Zhu You used against Jiang Xiaofan a month ago. They did not expect that it would appear in Jin Mohao's hands now. It was obvious that this was the flying sword. There must be a conspiracy, someone wants to get rid of Jiang Xiaofan.
"Buzz..."
The power of the spirit weapon is unimaginable, and it can greatly increase the attack power of the wielder. Jiang Xiaofan was forced to dodge, fearing that he would be hit by a sword energy accidentally, because it was a very dangerous thing, although he believed My current body is already very strong, but I don't dare to go head-to-head with the spiritual soldiers.
Moreover, Jin Mohao was obviously stronger than Zhu You. In this way, he seemed very passive, and his long white shirt was torn apart by the invisible sword energy from time to time. Fortunately, this was not the first time that he had fought against the spirit soldiers, although there were some Embarrassed, but not panicked.
"Jiang, don't say that I used my spiritual soldiers to bully you. It's just that you were too arrogant and provoked people you shouldn't have provoked!"
Jin Mohao smiled coldly. At this point, not only him, but also everyone below had concluded that Jiang Xiaofan would definitely lose. Jin Mohao is different from Zhu Yunlin. He is at the seventh level of cultivation, so he can maximize the power of his spiritual weapons.
"Looking at your face, I really want to leave a big footprint on your face!" Jiang Xiaofan said disdainfully. At this moment, he no longer suppressed Xiu, the green brilliance around him surged, and the Xuanqing brilliance enveloped the entire main arena, stinging people. I can't even open my eyes.
"boom…"
A powerful energy storm surged across the martial arts field. Jiang Xiaofan moved and turned into a streak of green lightning. He appeared in a strange shape and appeared behind Jin Mohao in an instant. He punched him away and the sound of cracking bones could be heard clearly. The entire martial arts arena.
"You want to bully me with a guy like you?"
Jiang Xiaofan didn't stop, and rushed out between the lightning and flints. Without any unnecessary movement, he punched out, simple and direct, and it hit hard. Jin Mohao, who was still in the air, screamed, and one of his arms was at that time. Twisted, obviously with broken arm bones.
The spectators outside the field were in an uproar. They felt that this guy named Jiang Xiaofan was simply a humanoid ferocious beast. You must know that Jin Mohao's physical strength is at the seventh level of the subtle world, and he also has a spiritual weapon to help him. Almost no one can achieve this level of strength. He was suppressed, but now he was beaten by Jiang Xiaofan until he was flying like a scarecrow.
"Come again!"
Jiang Xiaofan seemed to be addicted. Under the cover of the green mysterious light, he stepped on the Buddhist Supreme Body Technique Magic Steps and surrounded Jin Mohao with punches and kicks. For a moment, shrill screams resounded in all directions.
"Who is being arrogant? Am I as arrogant as you? You actually used spiritual soldiers to deal with me. Do I have any grudge against you? Do you really think that this handsome guy is a soft persimmon? You can pinch me if you want. I'll kick you to death. of…"
While Jiang Xiaofan was beating up Jin Mohao, he kept muttering to himself. He looked at the many spectators below who were quite speechless and mourned for Jin Mohao.
Half a quarter of an hour later, Jiang Xiaofan finally stopped, kept shaking his hands, and whispered: "I poked, this guy's skin is really thick, damn, it hurts me to death."
Although his voice was very small, the group of people closest to the main arena still heard it. They had the urge to spurt blood on the spot. A strong man who had defeated a master from the seventh level of the world actually waved his hands and shouted in pain afterwards!
"No, this is not true. I have spiritual soldiers in my hands, how could I lose! This is impossible!"
At the edge of the martial arts arena, Jin Mohao had a bruised nose and face, roaring loudly. His other arm also hung down, his legs were deformed, and his body had obviously suffered multiple fractures. The Qingyun Sword came out of his hand.
Jiang Xiaofan waved gently, and the Qingyun Sword in the air was immediately caught in his hand. He flicked the blade, and a harsh sword sound came out. He looked at Jin Mohao disdainfully: "Is the Spirit Soldier great? It's no big deal! Yours Your body cannot react to my movements at all, so even if I give you a peerless holy weapon, you will still end up defeated."
Jin Mohao's face suddenly turned white. He knew that Jiang Xiaofan was right. The opponent's speed was too fast for him to react. Even if he could see it, his body could not react in time. Even if he could With the help of spiritual soldiers, he had an overwhelming advantage, but he had to resort to all of this.
He was a young expert who had reached the seventh level of the subtle world. Although he had multiple fractures all over his body, he did not faint. He looked at Jiang Xiaofan with extremely bitter hatred, overwhelming hatred.
Today, he has lost all face. The cultivator who has entered the seventh level of the subtle world and cooperates with the power of the spiritual weapon has failed so miserably. His heart as a cultivator is almost broken. It is destined to be a hundred times harder than ordinary people if he wants to advance in the future. He can't wait to bite Jiang Xiaofan alive. , but at this moment he was seriously injured and couldn't even move.
The scene was all quiet. There was one person standing on each of the seven stages. No one came forward to challenge. At this point, the inner sect competition ended. Jiang Xiaofan shocked the audience with his powerful strength and was successfully promoted. Ye Yuanxue did the same. After winning the championship, he stood in the middle of the ring with a charming smile, which formed a picture of his own and fascinated countless young talents.
"Okay! Very good! The seven of you are very good. In three days, a special envoy will take you to the Yangxin Hall, where you will be assigned a suitable mountain gate."
At this moment, a slightly older voice sounded in the void. Several people nodded and jumped down from the arena at the same time. The old man at the front in the air made a move and cast a seal towards the bottom, and the entire arena suddenly became agitated. Golden light overflowed, quickly rushed to the sky, and disappeared.
The elders took one last look below, turned into streams of light and shot into the distance, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
"Xiaoxue..."
Jiang Xiaofan waved to Ye Yuanxue and ran over. Everyone was disgusted with the cold and added a big "se" on his head. When they saw Ye Yuanxue showing him a cute and cute smile, At that time, they added another "wolf" after the word "se".
"Brother Jiang is indeed very strong, I admire you."
The man in Tsing Yi who had previously invited Jiang Xiaofan to the stage for a battle came forward with a faint smile on his face. His name was Chen Yifeng, and he exuded a Confucian air and a kind of affinity.
"No, it's just good luck. It's still far behind Brother Chen and others." Others treated him politely, so Jiang Xiaofan naturally smiled and nodded to the others.
"Brother Jiang is too modest. The beauty is here, so I won't disturb you. I'll say goodbye. I'll definitely give it a try when I have the chance in the future..."
Chen Yifeng saluted Ye Yuanxue and hugged Jiang Xiaofan. Jiang Xiaofan returned the salute, thinking that this guy is really nice and understands the world.
"Jiang Xiaofan, right? Stop, do you want to steal the young master's Qingyun Sword? Who gave you the courage!"
Just when Jiang Xiaofan and Ye Yuanxue were about to leave, suddenly, these words came from behind, and a child in purple appeared, surrounded by several young men and walked forward. Zhu You suddenly said Among them, his eyes were full of hatred, staring at Jiang Xiaofan fiercely.
The child in purple clothes was only eleven or twelve years old, but his eyes were very cold, with his hands behind his back, he stared at Jiang Xiaofan with a young and mature look.
"It's him! Zhu Yunlin!"
The crowd was in an uproar immediately, and many people who were about to leave stopped. Unexpectedly, this person actually appeared!