Chapter 775

"Well, I'm full. I can't eat any more." Finally, the white fat man stuffed a pile of dried meat, touched his round stomach and said.

"Really full?" Zhou Xian looked at the food in front of him and suddenly felt a little cute.

"I'm so full. I'll fry my stomach if I eat again." White fat man honest said.

"Well, then do it." As soon as the words fell, Zhou Xian suddenly stabbed out with a sword.

This sword is so sharp, so fast, and the Holy Spirit infused in it is so majestic!

Obviously, like the previous Guanghua elites, the power of this sword is still far beyond the ordinary Dharma saint. In some places, it is no less powerful than the spirit saint.

"What a fast sword, what a powerful sword!" Seeing the eight blue pearls between his eyebrows and the sword comparable to the soul saint, the hearts of all the people of Xinghua were hanging again.

After all, Guanghua has won four games in a row. As long as there is another victory, the ten party ceremony will end ahead of time.

But the fat guy on the stage still has a round stomach. I'm afraid he can't even walk. How can he fight with others.

"Beidou, batian!" At the time of everyone's anxiety, the white fat man also made a move.

"Eh!" Many people were surprised. Bai Pang's sword is faster than Zhou Xian's.

Who would have thought that a man with a round stomach, who seems unable to walk on the road, could use such a fast sword move.

In the sound of surprise, the two swords had already chopped in the air, making a crisp sound of "Qiang".

The sparks splashed, and the white fat man stepped back two steps. The sword in his hand was swung back, but Zhou Xian only stepped back one step, and the sword in his hand was not full, so he continued to chop at the white fat man.

Obviously, with the sword power comparable to the soul saint, Zhou Xian has the absolute upper hand.

"Beidou, batian!" Seeing Zhou Xian's sword power continue to cut, Bai Pang yelled and cut out another sword.

The two of them retreated again.

This time, five or six steps back, the two talents each steady body, it seems to be equal.

But don't forget, Zhou Xian only cut a sword, but Bai pangzi used two swords. Obviously, Zhou Xian had the absolute advantage.

All Xinghua people's faces darkened: is this the last contest of Xinghua, and the final victory will not be with them.

However, all the people of Guanghua were in a state of great spirit, as if the dawn of victory was right in front of them.

"Beidou, batian!" Can't let them think more, white fat man flies up again, sword after sword, like a fireball towards Zhou Xian.

In the field, the sound of the sound of gold and iron, a string of Mars flash, like fireworks in full bloom in the festival celebration.

In less than half a quarter of an hour, they had already fought each other. To be more accurate, it is Zhou Xian's hundred swords. In fact, it takes Bai Pang two swords to beat him.

"I'm afraid it's not the way to go on like this." Under the stage, a Xinghua old man said anxiously.

Everyone can see that this way of playing is not so much a competition of sword skills as a competition of Holy Spirit. Whoever has more holy spirit can laugh to the end.

But the problem is that both of them are eight Dharma saints, and their accomplishments are almost the same. Junlansheng needs two swords to block other people's two swords, and the Holy Spirit consumed is twice that of others. It's only a matter of time before he loses.

"There's no way if you don't do that. Everyone on the other side has combat power far beyond cultivation, even comparable to the soul saint. If you don't, you will lose faster." Next to the Xinghua compatriots helplessly said.