Chapter 3755

The power of the Phantom Martial Soul is terrifying, bursting and frightening, it is already very difficult to control it all, let alone condense it in a single line.

Only a martial artist who is extremely proficient in this way and has gone through countless trials can do it.

Now, Wu Xiao made it, which surprised Chen Xiao.

When the sword-wielding man saw such a battle, he was terrified. A phantom fell down, with his arms in front, protecting him firmly behind his back, and his long sword moved forward, trying to block the fatal blow.

boom!

The blue and red air waves spread crazily. Because the power was too great, even the barriers of the formations vibrated endlessly. It was amazing to watch.

The next moment, the phantom on the man with the sword shattered, and he was sent flying with a single blow, and fell fiercely into a pool of blood.

His eyes were wide open, he was very unwilling, and his face was full of bitterness.

"Wu Xiao, win!" The referee at the edge of the third ring said.

Only at this time did the barrier formation slowly fall down. Wu Xiao stood on the spot, cupped his hands, and said, "I've accepted it."

"Hmph, skills are not as good as others, and if you lose, you lose."

The sword-wielding man was dissatisfied, but he also knew that he was indeed no match for Wu Xiao, so he simply conceded defeat without losing his grace.

Wu Xiao just got off the ring with a smile on his face.

"Next group, Wu Yong, ring number two."

"Zhou Ziming, ring number two."

The duel in the arena was still going on, and this time it was the turn of another one of the Three Immortals of Peach Valley, who used a sword. Before that, Chen Xiao still had a good impression of Wu Yong.

As for Zhou Ziming, Chen Xiao thought for a moment, frowned, and guessed: "Could it be that this person is from the Zhou family? He really looks alike."

On the other side, the Peach Valley Three Immortals looked solemn and serious.

"Brother, it's your turn. Don't let people down. Your opponent seems to be a well-known guy with several good treasures on him. Be more careful."

Standing aside, Wu Shang said with concern.

Wu Yong just smiled casually and didn't care. Instead, he looked at Wu Xiao who was sitting cross-legged to heal his injuries, and asked, "How is it? Is the injury serious?"

Wu Xiao endured the pain, smiled a little, and said, "It's okay, I can still hold on, big brother, you must win."

"Yes, I will win." Wu Yong said confidently.

"Wu Yong, hurry up." At this time, the referee standing by the ring urged loudly.

Zhou Ziming, who had just stepped onto the ring, grinned and said, "This guy named Wu Yong, is he scared? If he is scared, you can admit defeat now, so as not to suffer later."

Wearing a shining battle armor and holding a long knife, Zhou Ziming stood on the ring quite imposingly, staring at Wu Yong arrogantly, his eyes full of contempt.

Wu Yong didn't say anything, just jumped onto the ring silently, separated by hundreds of feet, looked at each other from the air, with a vague sneer on his face.

What a joke, how can a mere son of a rich family and a powerful child understand the hardships of their casual cultivation.

Today, he must win.

The enchantment fell slowly, and before it completely fell, Zhou Ziming took the opportunity to take the lead. With a dance of the long knife in his hand, a shadow of the knife more than a hundred feet long fell down with a bang.

I saw that Wu Yong looked very calm, and he didn't put on any gestures. He looked very ordinary, and he just pointed the long sword in his hand.

call out!

An invisible sound wave cut through the air, and as soon as the flying sword came out, it pierced through.

It was in the air, but Wu Yong's flying sword didn't seem to have the slightest effect, and the speed didn't even decrease at all.

The next moment, Zhou Ziming's face changed wildly, and Feijian approached and stabbed.

Zhou Ziming slashed with a knife.

boom!

A terrifying air wave exploded, and then the precious sword in Zhou Ziming's hand fell out of his hand and fell to the ground, while Wu Yong's flying sword stabbed him in the chest.

Pooh!

In mid-air, Zhou Ziming flew upside down, and he spit out a large volume of blood in mid-air, turning into bloody flowers all over the sky, which was extremely beautiful.

The battle armor Zhou Ziming was wearing was severely dented at the chest position, and countless runes lit up on the battle armor, dispelling most of the sharpness of the sword.

But even so, Zhou Ziming was seriously injured by this sword.

Seeing this, Chen Xiao sneered, "As the old saying goes, you need to be strong to forge iron. If your own strength is weak and your foundation is not stable, even if you have the best armor, you will not be able to exert its power."

This point was vividly reflected in Zhou Ziming's body, and Chen Xiao could see through it at a glance.

Zhou Ziming rolled on the ground several times, his face covered with blood, extremely embarrassed, he got up again desperately, staring at Wu Yong viciously.

As for Wu Yong, he didn't chase after him either, but took a good look at the other party, and he was smiling.

At the moment of fighting, he could already see the depth of the opponent. Although the realm is also in the late stage of robbery, the monk who has experienced countless life and death battles is completely different from the one who came from the accumulation of pills and resources. different levels.

Zhou Ziming also saw the other party's contempt and mockery, his face was ashen, wiped a handful of blood, held a long knife, and rushed over again.

"snort!"

Wu Yong just let out a sneer, and the flying sword flew into the air, turning into a misty sword shadow, with hundreds of sword shadows, smashing towards Zhou Ziming.

boom!

On the ring, a terrifying storm of sword energy swept across, and Zhou Ziming was involved in it. Blood gushed out and turned into a terrifying blood man. He fell on the ring, his life and death unknown.

The referee glanced at Zhou Ziming on the ground, and said coldly: "Wu Yong, win!"

"Hey, trash, waste, I have spent so many years cultivating it, and I don't know how many resources and treasures have been wasted. It is really useless."

Zhou Xun was about to explode in anger when he saw how his disciples lost so easily and how embarrassingly they lost.

Losing is actually not terrible, but Zhou Xun can't accept such an ugly loss.

"I'm sorry, Patriarch, I'm defeated." In the pool of blood, Zhou Ziming said with great difficulty.

"Go away, quickly lift it down, don't let me see him again." Zhou Xun yelled, losing his composure.

"Yes, Patriarch."

Immediately, several Zhou family members stepped forward and carried Zhou Ziming down.

For a while, the movement here attracted the attention of many people, most of whom were watching Zhou Xun's jokes.

"So this is what the Zhou family's children are capable of? It's interesting, to lose so badly, and not even make it through the first round, it's a big joke and become a laughingstock."

"You don't know, it's rumored that something happened to the Zhou family a few days ago, and many members of the clan were killed or injured. Even Zhou Jie, the heir of the young patriarch, died in the endless sea accidentally. If it continues, the Zhou family is about to end."