The fear of cultivating immortals comes from insufficient firepower

After speaking, light flashed in Zhou Xiaosheng's hand, and a long sword appeared.

Wang Hao also clasped his fists in return, then took out a pair of gloves made of unknown material and put them on.

At the same time, Yao Zixu below took out a formation disk and hit a magic formula on the formation disk.

In an instant, a spiritual light shone on the arena, and a formation shield quickly appeared, covering the entire arena.

"Okay, both sides pay attention, the competition begins!"

After the words fell, the casual cultivator Zhou Xiaosheng immediately performed a set of strange footwork and rushed towards Wang Hao.

At the same time, the long sword in his hand exhaled spiritual power, and struck Wang Hao with three sword rays in a row.

Seeing this, Wang Hao did not dodge.

A smile appeared on his face, and then he rushed towards the opponent facing the sword light.

Seeing that the sword light was close before his eyes, Wang Hao suddenly roared.

The muscles on his arms were tense, the veins were exposed, and his fists were shining with aura.

Bang Bang Bang punched out three times, and Wang Hao smashed the opponent's sword light with his fists.

At this time, the two people were already close at hand.

Zhou Xiaosheng's figure is flexible, and his long sword dances out hundreds of sword flowers, which is dazzling.

Wang Hao didn't notice for a moment, and several cuts were made on his chest by the sword flower, and blood immediately flowed out.

However, it was Zhou Xiaosheng who clearly had the upper hand, but his pupils suddenly shrank, and then he quickly retreated.

Some people felt confused and wondered why Zhou Xiaosheng did not pursue the victory but retreated when he had the upper hand.

In fact, it was very simple, because Zhou Xiaosheng discovered that Wang Hao's physique was not generally strong.

As a casual cultivator, Zhou Xiaosheng dared to go up on stage to compete with sect disciples, so he naturally had a certain degree of confidence in his own methods.

According to his previous thoughts, his sword flower looked fancy, but in fact, every sword contained extremely sharp sword energy.

If it were an ordinary person who had just been struck by a sword flower, even if he was not seriously injured, at least his skin would be torn and his flesh would be torn open, and blood would flow out wildly.

However, this Wang Hao only suffered a few bloody wounds. It can be imagined that the other party must specialize in body training.

Sure enough, at this moment, Wang Hao looked down at the bloody wound on his chest and suddenly laughed.

"Hahaha, it's fun. Fellow Daoist Zhou, that move just now was considered a test. I'm going to do it for real next, so you have to be careful."

Hearing this, Zhou Xiaosheng's eyes were solemn. Don't dare to be careless at all.

On the other side, Wang Hao's whole body was seen boiling with spiritual energy, and a fierce and domineering aura was exuding.

Along with the spiritual power on his body, Wang Hao's skin turned into a color like bronze.

The next moment, Wang Hao kicked his feet hard on the ring, making a loud noise, and rushed towards Zhou Xiaosheng like a cannonball.

Where Wang Hao just stood, the thick bluestone ring had fine cracks.

And this is the result of the blessing of a certain formation in the arena.

On the other side, Zhou Xiaosheng was also secretly shocked when he saw Wang Hao's sudden burst of speed and his fists shining with dark golden light.

However, as a casual cultivator, Zhou Xiaosheng has been struggling to survive on the line of life and death for a long time, so he has strong practical experience.

Quickly calming his mind, Zhou Xiaosheng waved his hand and saw a jagged disk-shaped magic weapon being sacrificed.

The disc rotated rapidly, making a buzzing sound, and slashed towards Wang Hao's side.

At the same time, Zhou Xiaochang kept waving his sword in front of him, creating a wall of sword shadows.

At the same time, Wang Hao watched the flying disc coming, and just waved his left hand and slapped the disc with one palm, and actually knocked the disc away.

Then Wang Hao's body didn't pause at all and rushed directly in front of Zhou Xiaosheng's Sword Shadow Wall.

The right fist, which had been charged up long ago, flew forward without any reservation.

In an instant, there was a violent roar, and sword energy and shock waves swept across the arena, stirring up countless gravel and smoke.

This scene immediately made everyone onlookers curious, wondering who had the upper hand.

Even Li Xiaofan was secretly surprised and began to have a certain interest in the Vajra Sect's techniques.

Li Xiaofan felt that if he could have such a strong body, he would have a greater chance of saving his life in the bridal chamber...oh no, in battle.

On the stage, the smoke and dust were quickly blown away by the stirring spiritual power.

Then everyone saw that there were many fine bloody cuts on Wang Hao's right arm, and blood was flowing downwards.

But Wang Hao was in a very excited state, and it seemed that the injury to his arm was nothing.

Just looking at Zhou Xiaosheng on the other side, it was a little weird.

The body obviously took a dozen steps back, although no injuries could be seen on the body.

But his face was slightly flushed, his breath was a little unsteady, even the right hand holding the sword was trembling, and there seemed to be blood on the tiger's mouth.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Hao laughed again.

"Hahahaha, have fun, let's do it again!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Hao charged forward violently again, and this time, both of his fists emitted a dark golden aura.

A fierce aura rushed towards Zhou Xiaosheng.

Seeing this, Zhou Xiaosheng gritted his teeth. Today was his chance.

He must perform well in front of the prince. He does not seek to obtain a high ranking, but he must show his best side.

So, Zhou Xiaosheng gritted his teeth, bit his finger, and drew a strange rune on the sword with blood.

The next moment, with Zhou Xiaosheng's control, the long sword floated in front of him.

After the aura shone, he turned one into five and turned into five long swords.

Then, Zhou Xiaosheng formed sword fingers with his hands and pointed towards Wang Hao.

In an instant, five long swords with flowing light began to attack Wang Hao from different angles.

This scene really interrupted Wang Hao's forward momentum.

The flying sword is very fast and very sharp.

Wang Hao had no choice but to stop and waved his fists continuously, knocking away the flying sword that was standing over him.

However, it is difficult for two fists to defeat four hands, let alone five extremely fast flying swords.

Not long after, Wang Hao was wounded again.

In the spectator seats, many people began to comment on the two's strength and fighting style.

Some people even started to guess who would have the last laugh.

Li Xiaofan looked at the Diamond Sect's camp and found that no one in the opponent's camp showed any nervousness. They seemed to be very confident in the strength of his junior brother.

As expected, in the arena at this moment.

Feeling the pain coming from his body, instead of making Wang Hao nervous or angry, it actually made this guy even more excited.

"What a good idea. Let me show you the magic of my Vajra Sect."

"The diamond spirit pattern appears!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Hao's spiritual energy surged wildly throughout his body.

Then, some strange lines appeared on his bronze-skinned arms.

It looks like a tattoo, but it shines with aura. Very strange.

The next moment, Wang Hao roared, his arms suddenly increased in speed, and the dance was completely phantom.

Not only that, the opponent's strength seems to have increased.

With one punch, the flying sword that was flying towards him was blasted into a spiritual light.

After several bang bang bang bangs, four of the five flying swords disappeared, and only one flew out with a clang and was inserted into the rocks of the ring.

Then, Wang Hao stepped forward quickly and came to Zhou Xiaosheng.

The dark golden light from the fist surged towards Zhou Xiaosheng's chest.

Seeing this, Zhou Xiaosheng was shocked. It was too late to hide now.

In desperation, he could only wave.

The sawtooth flying disc from before quickly flew in front of him, suddenly grew in size, and actually blocked the front like a rotating shield.

Seeing this, many people stood up, wanting to see if Zhou Xiaosheng could block this blow...