President's bodyguard

On the fighting platform, Wang Huai and Huo Junfeng stood facing each other.

"Do you think you have a chance to beat me?" Wang Huai looked at Huo Junfeng and asked.

"You took advantage of me carelessly just now, and you won't have such an opportunity in the future." Huo Junfeng was also a little more vigilant, and he would not be easily influenced by Wang Huai again.

"Really?" Wang Huai suddenly showed a sly smile, pointing his toes, his body shot out like an arrow from the string, and the broken sword in his hand pointed directly at Huo Junfeng's face.

Wang Huai chose to take the initiative, because he wanted to make a quick decision. He didn't believe in Huo Jianlong's behavior, and he didn't believe that he would really not interfere with the competition between himself and his son as he said just now.

So Wang Huai decided to defeat, no, kill Huo Junfeng as quickly as possible.

Seeing Wang Huai rushing towards him, Huo Junfeng was a little disdainful, "It's only at the early stage of the False God Realm, and what's more, it's the broken sword at the early stage of the Xuan level, why do you fight with me!"

Huo Junfeng raised his hand and drew the long sword out of its sheath.

The Heavenly Blood Sword, a late-stage magic weapon of the Xuan level, even if the Qiushui Sword in Wang Huai's hand is intact, it is several grades lower than this Heavenly Blood Sword, let alone broken.

This is Huo Jianlong's trump card for Huo Junfeng. As a master, the strength of the weapon will also largely affect the outcome of the battle.

On Xuannv Peak, Su Yueyin and the others became very nervous when they saw Huo Junfeng take out the Heavenly Blood Sword.

"Today, Jianfeng is really willing to give him all the magic weapons in the late stage of Xuan level. I don't know if Wang Huai can handle it." Su Yueyin was a little worried.

"Keng"

On the fighting stage, Wang Huai and Huo Junfeng were already fighting together, and they exchanged more than ten moves in an instant.

Huo Junfeng held the Heavenly Blood Sword and pressed forward step by step, while Wang Huai, with the Broken Sword in his hand, retreated layer by layer.

It seemed that Huo Junfeng had the absolute advantage.

Most people think so too, including Huo Junfeng himself.

"I thought how strong you are. If you only have this little ability, then you are dead." Huo Junfeng said to Wang Huai while attacking.

Wang Huai felt Huo Junfeng's attack and tried to avoid a head-on collision.

In fact, with Wang Huai's strength at this time, it is indeed a bit powerless to confront Huo Junfeng head-on. After all, the strength level gap is too large, but Wang Huai has full combat experience. When he was a killer, how many battles did Wang Huai experience? I don't even remember.

Moreover, Wang Huai's soul power is abnormally strong, as long as Huo Junfeng makes any movement, Wang Huai can almost sense it a second before.

Therefore, Wang Huai was waiting, waiting for an excellent opportunity to kill with one blow. He didn't want to give Huo Junfeng a chance, let alone Huo Jianlong.

"Keng, Keng, Keng!"

On the fighting stage, Wang Huai was beaten and retreated steadily, and even vomited blood several times, looking quite embarrassed.

"Sure enough, the gap in strength level is still insurmountable. Wang Huai was able to defeat Han Qing by chance, but facing Huo Junfeng, the gap is too big." You Longfeng Shangyue Bufan said.

Yue Qingfeng, who was sitting by the side, was a little nervous, of course he hoped that Wang Huai could win.

On the other hand, the host Xun Ye, who was standing under the fighting stage, was looking at the two people fighting on the fighting stage with squinted eyes. His eyes were a little blurred, and no one could guess what he was thinking.

"This kid is interesting." Xun Ye thought to himself looking at Wang Huai who had retreated to the edge of the fighting platform.

"Do you only know how to hide? Now let me see where you can hide?" Huo Junfeng raised his sword again. This time, in order not to let Wang Huai block him, he did not continue to attack from top to bottom, because it was easy to be attacked. Blocked, but retracted the sword first, then pressed down, stabbing at Wang Huai's dantian.

And at the moment Huo Junfeng withdrew his sword, Wang Huai also pressed his hand and threw half of Qiushui sword out of his hand.

"Keng" Qiushui sword hit the edge of Huo Junfeng's Heavenly Blood Sword, blocking his first attack.

"Hahaha, so what if you block my sword, your sword is gone, can you still block the next sword?" After Huo Junfeng finished speaking, he once again gathered his strength and drew out his sword, this time, faster and faster. Strong, even more resolute, even Huo Junfeng didn't leave much room for himself to change his moves, because he firmly believed that this sword could stab Wang Huai.

"buzz"

At this moment, there was a sword cry in the void, followed by a black long sword appearing in Wang Huai's hand.

It was as black as night, as black as an abyss of hell, and the black long sword glowed with an extremely cold light, like the breath from hell, extremely cold.

"Here" the black sword stretched out, pointing directly at Huo Junfeng's face.

"What's going on, hasn't Wang Huai's sword been thrown out? What is it? Where did he get the sword, and why is it so terrifying?" Many questions flashed through Huo Junfeng's mind, but no one answered.

If he wanted to dodge, it was too late. Huo Junfeng's sword was already worn out. If he forcibly retracted it, the attack would fail, and he might hurt himself, and it would be too late to block. Maybe he could forcefully change his move to make the final defense, but In this way, the attack on Wang Huai is completely invalidated, and the key is not necessarily blocked.

At this time, the best way is to ignore Wang Huai's attack and directly pierce Wang Huai's dantian, and then try to avoid the vital points and resist Wang Huai's sword.

There wasn't much time for Huo Junfeng to think, whether to go all out and hurt both sides, or to give up the attack and try to protect himself, which made Huo Junfeng a little embarrassed.

Of course, Wang Huai also knew the situation at this time, what he wanted was this kind of result, if he were Huo Junfeng, he would not hesitate to choose the style of play that hurts both sides, because he is not afraid of death, and he has the recovery ability against the sky.

But he knew that Huo Junfeng would not do this because he was afraid of death.

"Kill" Wang Huai yelled angrily, and the black sword in his hand added a bit of power. This black sword is one of the Fuxi life and death swords that Wang Huai saw in the holy meteorite, the death sword!
But at this time, what Wang Huai sacrificed was not the real original sword, but the sword intent stored in the holy meteorite.

"Ah!" After all, Huo Junfeng didn't have the courage to choose to lose both or die together. At the critical moment, the edge of the Heavenly Blood Sword in his hand turned and faced the black sword in Wang Huai's hand.

It's just that at this time, Wang Huai is ready to attack, while Huo Junfeng hastily changed his defense. It is self-evident which one is stronger and which is weaker.

"Fuxi Slash!"

When the two swords collided, Huo Junfeng only felt the world spinning for a moment. An unbearable trembling force came from his arm, which made it difficult for him to hold the hilt tightly. There was severe pain in his five fingers, and he had no choice but to let go of the Heavenly Blood Sword.

"Keng"

With a crisp sound, the Heavenly Blood Sword fell to the ground, and Huo Junfeng's figure also fell down.

"I'll go, this sword is so strong." Wang Huai said with emotion, because he himself was trembling from the shock, and his hands were in severe pain. Fortunately, he was a little less afraid of death or pain than Huo Junfeng, so the sword hadn't left his hand yet.

"Strong ass, you didn't even use one-thousandth of the power of this sword. You are so weak that you didn't even break his broken sword with this sword. Don't say you know me in the future." The little princess in the sea was very disdainful.

Wang Huai ignored the little princess, endured the pain on his body, fell down with Huo Junfeng's body, and even pointed the Fuxi sword in his hand at Huo Junfeng's throat.

"Kill" Wang Huai shouted angrily.

"No!" Huo Junfeng, who had just landed, looked up and saw only the pitch-black blade.