"That's not okay. Since it's a competition, there must be some luck. This halberd will be regarded as the trophy I won." Huangfu Yunchuan said with a smile, without any intention of returning the halberd.
Ying Xinghe looked ugly and stared at Huangfu Yunchuan with his eyes. He wanted to leave this damn place immediately, but he couldn't bear to part with his halberd.
After all, that halberd is an extremely valuable weapon. It contains the remnant soul of an ancient beast. When combined with a drop of demon blood in his body, it can exert twelve points of power.
If this halberd is lost, Ying Xinghe's strength will be greatly reduced.
Besides, if you don't even get your weapons back, you will lose too much face. Even if you lose to Huangfu Yunchuan, you must at least get your weapons back.
"What? The Qin State is so vast and rich that it can't bear to part with a weapon?" Wang Qingsong said with a sarcastic smile.
When several royal masters saw that the other party was unwilling to return the halberd, they looked at each other and decided to take action together to force Huangfu Yunchuan to return the halberd.
When Wang Qingsong saw this, he immediately stepped forward without fear at all. His whole body was full of momentum, and he even faintly suppressed the royal masters.
This time, King Pingbei and others felt their hearts sink even more.
Obviously, Wang Qingsong is also a strong man who hides his secrets. His own aura alone is enough to suppress those royal family masters, which shows that he had a lot to hide when he fought against King Ping Bei just now.
Of course, King Pingbei didn't use all his strength, it was just a test.
"It's very simple to want a halberd. As long as one of you geniuses can defeat me, the halberd will be returned to you." Huangfu Yunchuan said.
Ying Xinghe was furious and wanted to fight Huangfu Yunchuan again, but he saw someone rush out and get in front of Ying Xinghe.
"It's Shen Fan!" Someone exclaimed, even more excited and excited.
Shen Fan, a one-armed man, emerged from the crowd with an indifferent expression, filled with vicissitudes of life, and his eyes calmly stared at Huangfu Yunchuan.
Seeing Shen Fan fight, King Pingbei and others felt at ease. With the strength that Shen Fan had shown in the Tianjiao battle before, it was very reassuring.
Although Ying Xinghe was defeated by Huangfu Yunchuan, if Shen Fan took action, he might have a good chance of defeating him.
Of course, it is only possible. After all, Huangfu Yunchuan's strength is quite strong, and defeating Ying Xinghe is the best proof.
"Is there no one left in the Nine Kingdoms? You actually let a half-wasted person go into battle?" Huangfu Yunchuan looked at Shen Fan, his eyes fixed on Shen Fan's empty right arm, and then he said in surprise.
"You talk too much." Shen Fan said coldly, unsheathing the sword behind his back and holding it in his left hand.
Almost the moment Shen Fan grasped the sword, his figure appeared behind Huangfu Yunchuan.
"So fast!" Huangfu Yunchuan was shocked, turned around and pointed out one stroke.
The brushstrokes were vigorous and powerful, as if a master calligrapher was scolding Fang Qiu, tapping Shen Fan's sword tip without any hindrance.
The conflict between the pen edge and the sword edge, the pen and ink were swaying, the sword energy was surging, and suddenly the sea surface continued to explode, and the crazy atmosphere swept all directions.
Huangfu Yunchuan retreated, while Shen Fan remained motionless, his expression still indifferent, seeming to completely ignore the opponent in front of him.
This scene made everyone in Haiyue City applaud and feel particularly excited.
Wang Qingsong frowned, feeling something was wrong.
As for the girl, she tilted her head and looked at it with a bit of interest.
"Not bad." The girl said, not sure whether she was evaluating Shen Fan or the fight between the two.
"What a fast sword!" Huangfu Yunchuan said while suppressing his smile.
Shen Fan didn't say a word and seemed very silent. He took action again, his sword flying through the wind as fast as thunder.
The pen in Huangfu Yunchuan's hand connected dots in front of him, splashing ink and turning into a big seal.
"Suppress!" The big seal roared out and headed straight for Shen Fan with an astonishing momentum.
Unfortunately, Shen Fan was too fast. In the blink of an eye, Shen Fan's figure disappeared, the seal failed, and there was no gain.
Sensing the crisis, Huangfu Yunchuan dodged directly to his side without looking back.
A sword passed by, slicing across Huangfu Yunchuan's shoulder dangerously and dangerously, cutting Huangfu Yunchuan's clothes and almost shaving off his shoulder.
This time, Huangfu Yunchuan was so shocked that he was covered in cold sweat. He finally knew that the opponent in front of him was no ordinary opponent, and was even more difficult to deal with than the fierce and fierce Ying Xinghe.
Wang Qingsong looked worried when he saw Huangfu Yunchuan being suppressed. He was very aware of the advantages and disadvantages of Confucian warriors.
To deal with a fierce and domineering opponent like Ying Xinghe in a head-to-head confrontation, Confucianism has many means.
But it would be difficult for a Confucian warrior to deal with an opponent like Shen Fan who was frighteningly fast in both body and sword skills.
This is not an opponent they are good at dealing with.
But even if you are not good at it, it is impossible to choose your opponent on the battlefield. No matter who the opponent is, you must fight and defeat it.
Huangfu Yunchuan took out the inkstone again and wanted to defeat his opponent with the strange ink in the inkstone.
"Be careful," everyone in Haiyue City warned. They had seen how terrifying the ink was, and they didn't want to see Shen Fan fall for it and lose.
The ink turned into waves of ink, and the area was larger than when dealing with Ying Xinghe, sweeping in and covering Shen Fan from all sides.
This was to give Shen Fan nowhere to hide and limit his unpredictable figure.
Shen Fan was indifferent, his spiritual eyes opened, and the light fell, causing the speed of Mo Lang's attack to slow down.
Taking this opportunity, Shen Fan dodged and left the area covered by Mo Lang.
"Okay!" Seeing this, everyone in Haiyue City cheered.
And Huangfu Yunchuan's face was even more ugly.
"Go!" The inkstone suspended in front of him flew out, casting down a curtain of light that enveloped Shen Fan.
Shen Fan's body was immediately restrained, and he felt like he was stuck in a quagmire, making it difficult to move.
"You lose!" Huangfu Yunchuan said coldly, and he aimed at Shen Fan to establish victory.
But at this moment, the situation changed again.
The sword in Shen Fan's hand suddenly erupted with an astonishing aura and shot straight into the sky.
when!
The long sword struck hard on the inkstone, and as the sword energy surged, the inkstone was shot down.
Shen Fan resumed his actions and appeared behind Huangfu Yunchuan in a flash. The empty sleeve of his right arm was tightly tied around Huangfu Yunchuan's neck.
This scene made Wang Qingsong change his color immediately, and everyone in Haiyue City applauded.
Huangfu Yunchuan felt it was difficult to breathe, and his throat was tightly wrapped by Shen Fan's sleeves.
He had no doubt that if he made any move, this person would crush his throat.
At this time, the long sword flew back and inserted into the sword pouch on Shen Fan's back.
In Shen Fan's only left hand, he held the downed inkstone.