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Fortunately, the Purple Void God Thunder in Changhong also gradually dissipated in the air. This move made the two even split.

But there is no need to think about it, Mu Feng still has an absolute advantage, because Changhong just used the secret treasure instead of its own strength.

"The power of Zixu Divine Thunder is still a little worse after all. Now that Mu Feng cannot be hit hard, Changhong can only choose to admit defeat." Under the ring, the elder shook his head helplessly.

Sure enough, Changhong also knew the gap between him and Mu Feng, and jumped off the ring very decisively, preparing to find a place to heal his injuries.

"Senior Brother Changhong unexpectedly gave up!" All the inner disciples were dumbfounded, their faces all showing incredible expressions.

"Why did my brother lose?" Not far away, Changqingdai frowned, her pretty face full of unhappiness.

The scene she wanted to see was definitely not the defeat of Changhong, and it was burned beyond recognition by the flames, no longer as chic and elegant as before.

"Why, why did Brother Changhong give up? He clearly still has the power to fight!" An inner disciple yelled unwillingly.

"What do you know? Take a closer look. Brother Changhong was burned by the flames, and the smell of meat appeared all over his body. If he drags on, he will definitely die!"

Some disciples of the inner sect were very sober and immediately began to refute. The facts are true. Changhong suffered not only from skin trauma, but also some of the meridians in his body were also destroyed by flame invasion.

"Smelly boy, you run fast enough!" On the ring, Mu Feng said with a sarcasm, "It seems that you disciples of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect are either waste or coward!"

"Changhong is actually good, but the entry time is too short, and it has not reached the realm of Void Refining, otherwise he will not lose to Mu Feng." An elder shook his head and sighed.

"That's right, this kid is in an outbreak period. If you give him another year and a half, you may not be able to suppress Mu Feng." Another elder responded.

"Elder, haven't you announced the result of the match?" At this time, Mu Feng patted his robe, stood on the ring with a arrogant expression, and said to the elder who was the referee.

"In this fight, Qingmen Mufeng won!" The elder reacted and reluctantly announced the result.

He is the elder of Wan Jianzong, so naturally he doesn't want to see Mu Feng win, but in full view, he can't make arbitrary judgments.

"Brother, are you okay?" Seeing Changhong landing, Changqing greeted him immediately.

"It's okay, it's just a little bit of skin trauma, but I lost the fight and embarrassed the sect." Changhong's expression was dim.

"It's okay, you have tried your best, but the big deal is to improve your strength and win glory for the sect in the future." Changqing immediately comforted.

"It can only be so." Changhong said with a wry smile, "Let's go, accompany me back to heal."

"Yeah." Changqing nodded obediently, knowing that Changhong needs company now, and immediately followed him to the inner gate mountain.

Changhong and Luo Ba were seriously injured, and Wan Jianzong's defeat was determined. Unless Qin Ruoxue immediately leaves the customs, there will be a slight chance of turning things around.

The disciple Wan Jianzong was depressed and didn't want to watch other arenas anymore. Some inner disciples couldn't accept it and chose to leave.

At this moment, an arena not far away suddenly heard a scream, and then fell down a figure.

His appearance was very miserable, his whole body was bloody, he could hardly find a piece of intact skin, and his white robe was also in tatters, even the key parts could not be covered.

There is no doubt that he was injured by the sword qi, and the pain he suffered was actually more severe than a thousand swords. It can be said that life is better than death.

Fortunately in the misfortune, he still had a breath, and he didn't die. He just injured his meridians, and his cultivation was half-waste, and it was difficult to recover.

The winner standing on the ring was a young man with sword eyebrows and star eyes and a firm face. He stood with his hands holding his hands and he exudes an overbearing aura.

He has a deep sense of swordsmanship, and he can control sword aura as he wants. Just now he condensed sword aura and directly invaded the opponent's body, causing it to burst out from the inside out, with a **** beauty.

However, this method is somewhat vicious, and if it is not for deep hatred, few people will use it.

"I said, I've been playing with you for so long, just want to have fun. The power gap between you and me is no less than that of Firefly and Haoyue!"

The young man said to the wounded, and then slowly walked off the ring, then jumped and flew to the area where the Qingmen disciple was.

"Who is that kid? Not only is he arrogant and domineering, but his methods are extremely cruel. Senior Brother Wang is almost unnatural!" A disciple said angrily under the ring.

The figure that fell, named Wang Jiang, ranked sixth in the Ten Thousand Sword Sect Inner Sect Competition, but was beaten by various slings.

"Hey, he is also one of the Qingmen Tianjiao. He has been famous for many years. It is said that he has almost broken through the realm of Void Refining. In fact, it is normal for Senior Brother Wang to be unable to beat him."

A sturdy man next to him sighed, and then explained, "He once broke into the depths of the Sky Demon Mountain Range and defeated three half-step demon beasts in the Void Refining Period."

"So, it's no wonder he is so strong." Suddenly in the disciple's heart, a deep fear flashed through his eyes.

"Don't let me go down yet!" At this moment, a violent low shout suddenly came from another ring.

"Eight side screen blade!" I saw a big man slashing out with a knife, and the surging intent of the knife immediately swept away.

In the blink of an eye, the intent of the sword condensed into a blade, bursting away from different directions, with an indomitable power.

"Shoo, hoo," a few bursts of sound rang out, and the man wearing a white robe on the opposite side could not resist, and was directly cut by countless sharp blades.

He let out a scream of sorrow, his body was bloody, and many parts of his body were exposed with white bones. Then he lost his sound and fell slowly in a pool of blood.

"Wan Jianzong disciple, is it all rubbish? I can take one or two tricks in seconds. It's easier than dog abuse!" The big man mocked arrogantly.

"This guy is too presumptuous. He dares to humiliate us Wan Jianzong so much. Who does he think he is, the power of the Dongxuan realm?" Under the ring, the faces of all the disciples were ugly.

"Guri, I really want to go up and chop him, just a half-step exercise, but I dare to say madness!" An inner disciple growled ugly.

"I wanted to do this a long time ago, but I don't have the strength and the qualification to be on stage!" said another inner disciple.

"If you don't kneel down and beg for mercy, don't blame my ruthless men!" At this moment, there was also a soft voice on another ring not far away.

Everyone followed the reputation and saw a tall female sister wearing a black robe and taking a picture.

An extremely powerful aura burst out, like a sea wave, raging and violent, and everybody could feel the tyrannical aura a few tens of feet away.