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

Xuan Kui was lying on the ground, clutching his stomach for a while, and there was a burst of pain in his mouth, and blood kept spilling from the corner of his mouth.

After hearing the taunt just now, he spat out another mouthful of blood. He didn't know if it was an injury attack or he was vomiting blood due to anger.

The dantian is one of the most important parts of every monk. It not only stores a large amount of life essence, but also is an important acupuncture point itself.

Although the shattering of the dantian is not fatal, the most direct impact is that the cultivation base will fall, and even become an ordinary person with no cultivation base.

For a monk, even the slightest flaw in the dantian will greatly affect the speed and strength of cultivation. Now that there are cracks in the dantian, the situation is even more serious.

Zhen Gao had just won a ring battle at this time, so he was proud, as if he was a winner.

He glanced at the people in the Holy Land, pointed at the crowd and said: "The First Holy Land is the strongest force in Nanlitian, which is recognized by everyone, but seeing you today, I can't imagine that your strength is so weak, is the Holy Land about to fall? "

As soon as these words came out, several disciples in the Holy Land were annoyed on the spot.

"Yellow-haired boy, don't be crazy, believe it or not, I'll cut off your tongue for dinner!"

"How dare you use an axe for such a small skill, your life will not be long!"

Everyone began to curse angrily.

For a moment, they all forgot that Xuan Kui was still lying on the ground, about to pass out.

Ye Chen called two disciples and brought the seriously injured Xuan Kui over. At this time, his aura was already very weak, and a large amount of his true energy was lost, and he was about to hurt the source.

Such a serious injury, I am afraid that the Holy One would shake his head when he saw it.

"Fortunately, I haven't lost too much vitality, and I still have some salvation."

Ye Chen sighed, and then released his divine power, and injected it into Xuan Kui's body, helping him lock up the lost vitality while nourishing the damaged dantian.

On the other side, Jiang Cheng stepped onto the ring with curses, and he was about to teach Zhen Gao a lesson for his rude words.

"Boy, let me teach you a lesson today, and teach you how to be a man by the way!"

With a thought, a long sword quickly flew out of the storage bag, as if a layer of qi was attached to the blade, cutting the airflow on both sides, and quickly flew onto the ring.

And he himself is also extremely quick on his feet, three steps and two steps, one step to cover a distance of several feet, and three steps to step onto the ring.

With a palm push behind the hilt, the speed of the originally aggressive sword doubled immediately.

Such a sword is very sharp, it can be said to be a deadly sword, and everyone at the scene can see that he is trying his best to kill him with one move.

"Brother Jiang, kill him!"

"Avenge Junior Brother Xuankui!"

Several disciples cheered and cheered, even though they did not step onto the ring in person, they waved their arms as if they were there.

Faced with such a sharp sword, Zhen Gao did not move at all, he stood quietly on the spot, swung the short sword in his hand quickly, and wanted to receive the attack head-on.

For most monks, this is not a wise choice. Unless they are strong enough and confident enough, most people will choose to avoid their edge.

The two swords collided violently, sparks sparked between the blades, the long sword came swiftly, but flew back at an even faster speed.

Jiang Cheng was originally full of energy and powerful momentum, but at this moment, all the momentum accumulated before dissipated.

He grabbed the hilt of the sword and took three steps back, reaching the edge of the ring. At this moment, he couldn't help feeling a little puzzled.

In the ancient secret realm, they had already gained a lot of improvement. This battle should have gone smoothly, but it was not until this moment that he felt strong resistance.

This is almost never seen before, and the opponent's strength seems to have been inexplicably increased by more than ten times.

After fighting each other with one move, Zhen Gao still stood firmly on the spot without moving a muscle.

Although everyone in the audience felt strange, they didn't see any clues.

Jiang Cheng swung the long sword, deflected the blade, and made another comeback. He raised his long sword and pointed it at the sky. At this moment, he communicated with the sky and the earth. The sword was blessed by the sky and the momentum suddenly increased.

The spiritual energy of the surrounding world continued to condense and turned into a rising sword momentum, and the power of this sword increased several times in an instant.

Only then did Zhen Gao feel a little pressure.

The two rushed forward at the same time, swiping their swords and slashing forward with all their strength, a series of sparks flew out between the blades, and a powerful wave of air flew out of the ring.

The scene of this fierce battle was seen by everyone in the audience, and some older monks lamented that the battle for the Holy Land this year was several times more intense than before.

In just a dozen or so breaths, the two on stage had fought dozens of moves, fierce and deadly.

But now it was Jiang Cheng who retreated step by step. While his sword power was being strengthened, his internal strength was also constantly being consumed, which put a lot of pressure on him.

But even with all his strength, he still felt very weak, and after performing a set of sword skills, he began to feel a little powerless.

At this time, Zhen Gao stabbed straight forward with his sword, like a poisonous snake attacking, the blade kept dangling, blocking both sides.

"Brother Jiang, be careful!"

Jiang Cheng quickly pulled back, but retreated a few steps to the edge of the ring, and there was no way to retreat, so he could only attack with all his strength.

With the long sword in front of him, he heard a violent metal groan, and Jiang Cheng flew upside down out of the ring, spitting out a stream of blood from his mouth.

Zhen Gao scanned the crowd, brandished the long sword in his hand, and shouted loudly: "Who else!"

At this time, Jiang Cheng, who fell off the ring, was seriously injured, and it was very difficult for him to stand up, so he couldn't fight anymore.

He struggled twice, but was carried back by his fellow disciples behind.

"How dare you steal my lines, you are gone."

Ye Chen was about to make a move, but at this moment, Kong Linger stepped out first.

Holding a delicate long sword in her hand, she quickly flew up to the ring, ready to strike.

"Not only did you hurt my fellow apprentice, but you even uttered nonsense in front of the Holy Land, your life is over!"

Kong Linger wields a long sword, and her graceful figure dances on the ring. The sword rotates with people, and the human and sword merge into one, as if entering a mysterious state.

After the two fought against each other for a few moves, there was still no difference.

Kong Ling'er saw that a set of sword skills would not work at all, so she directly used holy sword skills.

The long sword pointed to the sky, and a dense golden light shot straight into the sky, transforming into a sword aura of more than ten meters, and slashed forward with the sword, which had the potential to sweep away thousands of troops.

As soon as the sword came out, terrifying power swept across the arena.

At this time, Zhen Gao already felt the fear, but it was too late to dodge, so he could only resist with all his strength.

The golden sword energy swept across Zhen Gao's waist, but did not cut him in half.

His figure flew out like a broken kite, fell from the ring, fell heavily to the ground, and spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with pieces of internal organs.