Opening: Me, I become stronger when I am beaten!

"In the next match, Xuan Xin will face Huang Xuan."

With the sound of the elder deacon, the next ring battle is about to begin.

A man holding a broad sword slowly stepped onto the ring. On the surface, he looked very ordinary, but there was a quaint and heavy aura about him.

"These two people's names have one word in common. Could it be that it was arranged on purpose?"

Everyone began to guess.

In the previous scenes, they all saw Xuan Xin's performance. This one can be said to be a heroine. Although she is a girl, her strength is not bad at all.

On the contrary, Huang Xuan, after several battles, has fought steadily all the way to the present, which can only be regarded as quite satisfactory, and there is nothing remarkable about it.

After the two entered the field, they palmed each other, like a tentative blow, and started with it.

However, in the first stance of the opening, Xuanxin's palm force immediately came out, and it melted like ice and snow under the scorching sun in the middle of the journey, and then disappeared.

"Huang Xuan's internal strength can actually restrain Xuanxin's internal strength, such a situation is rare!"

Someone saw the problem at a glance and was surprised at the same time.

The monks in the world are generally of the same origin, and there is no obvious restraint relationship, but in terms of martial arts, there will be some existences that are derived to restrain certain types of exercises.

However, the mutual restraint of internal forces is very rare, and it is almost invisible in normal times.

Xuan Xin was startled immediately, and hastily pulled away to dodge, although he dodged the blow, he was also at a disadvantage.

Just the first move in the fight is to be restrained and inferior. This is very bad, and it almost determines the key to victory or defeat.

Ye Chen gasped, he had already seen the problem.

This cultivator named Huang Xuan practiced a kind of profound art of the most masculine and the most powerful. Its internal energy is extremely pure and can restrain all corpses.

And Xuan Xin happened to be a half-corpse and half-god existence, a corpse that had been sleeping for thousands of years was awakened to life again, and it was originally extremely yin and evil, and the other half of the half-god was also built on this.

So in this battle, Xuanxin can only display half of its power at most, or even less than half.

This situation is no longer optimistic.

As soon as Huang Xuan gained momentum, he immediately took advantage of the victory and pursued him. A thick and broad sword began to swing wildly. It seemed to be chaotic, but in fact it was hiding a mystery.

A series of sword movements continuously blocked every inch of surrounding space, gradually reducing Xuanxin's range of activities.

Now the outcome is obvious, and almost everyone can see that Xuanxin's hope of winning this battle is very slim.

Seeing this, a smile appeared on the corner of Lan Yu's mouth.

He had already seen that Ye Chen and her came together, and it would be unreasonable not to make trouble at this time.

Lan Yu moved to Ye Chen's side, and said in a low voice, "Junior Brother Ye, in my opinion, your little lover is already in danger, so why don't you surrender as soon as possible."

He said indifferently: "After all, although this military meeting is important, how can someone's life be important? If you accidentally die, it will really make people feel distressed."

Ye Chen's face was serious, and he rolled his eyes and said: "Don't talk too much, the battle has just begun, and it's too early to draw conclusions now."

Hearing this, Lan Yu on the side laughed without any scruples, as if he was very happy.

Others looked at him one after another, and saw that he was in need of a beating, which was detrimental to his status as the number one senior brother of the Holy Land, but Xuanxin's defeat was beyond doubt.

Lan Yu gradually stopped laughing, and he said, "Since you don't believe in evil, how about we make a bet?"

"Since I'm your senior brother, naturally I won't make it too difficult for you. If Xuanxin loses, you just need to apologize for me face to face, how about it?"

Ye Chen said lightly: "What if I win?"

After hearing this sentence, everyone on the side cast puzzled eyes, and some people began to feel surprised.

At any rate, this person is also the person whom the Holy Venerable personally took a fancy to, how could he be so hasty, and even think that Xuanxin has a slight chance of winning.

Now the scene in the arena is very obvious, Xuanxin has been suppressed and beaten all the time, and he can't take advantage of it at all.

After more than ten moves, Xuanxin's situation is getting worse and worse, and he will lose within ten moves.

On the arena, Xuan Xin took out a Taishang Xuanyin sword, which can be regarded as a half-step magical weapon, with a high grade, which is more than one grade better than the long sword Huang Xuan used without its own name.

However, with the assistance of such a divine sword, it only eased some pressure, and could not reverse the disadvantaged situation.

The battlefield was chaotic, and all kinds of yin and cold sword stances were shattered one after another. On the contrary, the most masculine and strong sword qi took the upper hand.

Although I can't see the details of the battle between the two, the general advantages and disadvantages are already obvious.

Lan Yu smiled and said: "If I lose, I will be your handyman disciple and clean your house for a month."

When everyone heard this sentence, they all gasped.

Their elder brother is really willing to do such a lowly thing.

Ye Chen nodded vigorously, "Okay."

Lan Yu always had a smile on his face. Although the battle in the arena was still tense and he didn't know when it would end, he was still not worried at all.

As for Ye Chen, he didn't really care about winning or losing.

He has already seen the danger of this battle, even if he loses the bet, a man can bend and stretch, and can endure humiliation.

Even if this is a dishonorable experience, the most important thing for a cultivator is to obey his heart. As long as he has no regrets in his heart, the road of martial arts will not leave blemishes.

But Xuan Xin on the stage didn't think so.

She had heard the conversation below and the bet between the two of them just now. It wasn't that they had to win, but now they simply cut off their retreat.

She kept waving the long sword, and at the same time, the aura on her body continued to surge, and she even slashed out with all her strength, as if she was sinking a boat.

The two swords constantly offset each other, with a loss of nine to one, Xuan Xin's sword weakened rapidly, and the law of destruction plus half-divine power came out immediately, tearing open the opponent's line of defense forcefully.

"You are crazy!"

Huang Xuan was shocked in front of his eyes, but at this time Xuan Xin had come to him, the sword in his right hand kept offsetting the pressure from the left and right swords, and his left hand had come to his chest like a devil's claw.

Letting the sword force fall on his body continuously, Xuanxin's left hand formed a whirlwind, continuously absorbing the opponent's blood, within a short breath, Huang Xuan was seriously injured.

Huang Xuan swung the long sword and directly cut off one of Xuan Xin's arms, but this still couldn't resolve Xuan Xin's desperate move.

After three breaths, Huang Xuan had already turned into a mummy. With a slight push, he fell straight backwards.

In such a battle, both victory and defeat are divided, and life and death are also divided.