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Chapter 188 I hold the Immortal Sword for the Immortal Sword Master

The young man appeared on the stage, like a falling meteor, tearing the blue clouds apart.

The red blood was like a wolf smoke, like a dragon surging, extremely dazzling, exuding a terrifying sense of oppression, ripples like huge waves, layers of impact, fiercely hitting the towering walls under the audience.

Fang Che's clothes fluttered, his eyes were like iron.

He opened the Eight Desolate Explosion, his burly body was as high as 1.9 meters, and every inch of flesh and blood contained explosive power.

Among the physical cultivators of Blue Star, he is an extremely rare type.

The audience experienced a moment of silence, and then everyone saw clearly the young man who rushed down from the sky and made a gorgeous appearance, and a wave of emotions rolled up suddenly.

I don't know who was the first to cheer from the throat, and then the cheers were like thunder, rolling and exploding.

"Fang Che!"

The cheers shook the earth, and if there were colorful flags, they would definitely flutter with them.

Everyone thought Fang Che was scared, wanted to run away, and gave up the battle.

But they never thought that Fang Che would appear in such a brilliant and domineering way when the eyes of the Blue Star audience were dark, tearing open everyone's eyes, breaking through the darkness, and shining endless light!

For a moment, everyone's blood couldn't help but boil.

The appearance of a hero is always so dazzling!

In the contestant seat.

The defeated Jing Zhengqing, Quan Yan and Gong Yanghuo were not in a good mood, but at this moment, seeing such a dazzling Fang Che, their mood fluctuated slightly, and the depression and self-blame caused by the defeat and the defeat by the prisoners of war also dissipated a lot.

"This young man... really has a kind of magic. His appearance can give people unparalleled confidence."

"It makes people feel extremely at ease. With him, someone will eventually cover the bottom."

The haze in Jing Zhengqing's heart slowly dissipated, because Fang Che's appearance was like a beam of scorching sun, tearing open the dark haze that covered his heart like fire.

The shadow brought by the prisoners of war disappeared at this moment.

Chi Chengyan has not yet appeared on the stage. The pressure brought by three consecutive defeats has already made her nervous and stressed. When Fang Che did not appear and thought he would give up, Chi Chengyan's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

At this moment, looking at the young man who was like a god descending on the alloy stage with thousands of auspicious clouds under his feet, her heart seemed to be hit hard in an instant.

The pressure disappeared completely, and the whole body was relaxed.

Fang Che did not expect the audience's reaction to be so enthusiastic.

A little bit at a loss.

However, his eyes soon became firm. His time was very tight. He had to solve the battle quickly and go back to continue studying the magic talisman.

Fang Che looked at the referee, who also understood what he meant and immediately began to activate the formation to select an opponent for Fang Che.

Countless formation fluctuations intertwined, and the venue suddenly became quiet.

Because everyone knew that Fang Che's opponent in the third round... was about to appear.

Although everyone was very confident in Fang Che, the domineering and cool chest-smashing demon, in the second round, Fang Che even defeated a demon spirit cultivator at the fifth level of foundation building.

However, as the third round began, Jing Zhengqing, Quan Yan and Gong Yanghuo lost three consecutive times, and the audience's confidence suffered a severe impact, as if they could no longer maintain this belief.

Can they still believe it?

They didn't know, so they quieted down and watched the game silently.

The third round... was indeed much more difficult.

The selected prisoners of war were not easy to deal with, and the weakest cultivation was at the fourth level of foundation building.

Because the weakest in the second round was at the third level of foundation building, the difficulty of the third round was raised a little more.

The rules of this individual competition in the fighting competition were not created by the Great Xia Immortal Sect, but the rules of the fighting competitions of other immortal sects in the entire Blue Star are the same.

The difficulty is increased round by round.

Some immortal sects can't even pass the second round.

This is why it is already very difficult to produce a contestant who can squeeze into the fourth round.

The formation waves intertwined, and slowly, a cage emerged.

The cage fell on the alloy arena, and the door opened, revealing a figure in it.

The hair was disheveled, and there was a pair of wings on the back. The wings were bound with shackles, and there was a crisp sound of ding-dong.

As the door opened, the disheveled figure slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes... were like a hawk in the sky, with sharp eagle eyes.

It was just a moment, and Fang Che felt that he was locked, like a rabbit running on the grass, locked by a hawk.

"Is it the Flying Wings Clan from the No. 45 Immortal Gate Fragment? No! It doesn't seem to be the Flying Wings Clan!"

On the commentary platform, the neutral commentator Zhao Gonghe started to popularize the science as soon as he saw Fang Che's opponent.

However, after saying this, he immediately noticed something and began to look through the information, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"This is the Holy Feather Clan from the No. 4 fragment of the Nine Major Immortal Gates! It is said that their image is the same as that of Western angels, and their cultivation is judged by the holy feathers on their backs. Their strength is extremely strong!"

"That must be strong. The cultivators from the Nine Major Immortal Gates... There are no weak ones!"

...

Both commentators Zhao Gonghe and Guan Yuan became nervous.

At this moment, the only supporter of their personal fighting competition is Fang Che. After all, it is unrealistic to support the prisoners of war from other immortal gate fragments without supporting the players from the Great Xia Immortal Gate.

As the commentators popularized the science, the atmosphere in the audience became more and more tense.

They still remembered that Jing Zhengqing had encountered a cultivator from the fragments of the Nine Main Immortal Sects before, and was defeated in less than a minute.

The gap was so big that it was unimaginable.

You know, the prisoner of war and Jing Zhengqing were actually the same in terms of cultivation.

The surroundings were quiet, and only the cultivator of the Holy Feather Clan was left, slowly walking out of the cage. As the shackles on the wings were untied, a holy breath that even affected the spiritual consciousness spread from the prisoner of war.

"Finally it's my turn to come out and breathe..."

The cultivator of the Holy Feather Clan raised his head and let out a long breath.

His sharp eagle eyes stared at Fang Che, feeling the breath of Fang Che's first level of foundation building, and the smile on the corner of his lips became more and more intense.

He was... the fifth level of foundation building.

The gap between heaven and earth.

It can only be said that the cultivator of Blue Star in front of him had too bad luck.

"Don't worry, I will be quick, so that you won't have too much pain, and you don't have to have too much psychological pressure."

"Close your eyes, quietly enjoy the feeling of death for a moment, maybe... you can also get a unique feeling."

"On Blue Star, it's not easy to kill you, but it's also a rare opportunity to experience death for a moment."

The monk of the Holy Feather Clan said with a smile.

After the words fell, his wings suddenly spread, and the holy white light continued to shine.

Each feather burst out with a sharp sound, as if thousands of swords were hanging and clanging.

Fang Che looked at the monk of the Holy Feather Clan expressionlessly.

Raised his hand, touched the center of his eyebrows, and gently pulled.

Magic power...

Pupil of the Ming King!

Boom! ! !

The amplified spiritual consciousness fluctuations suddenly spread.

Fang Che raised his hand, and a sharp sword light appeared brilliantly.

Magic power...

Climbing the building!

Sword Immortal State!

I hold the immortal sword for the sword immortal!

Chilongyuan!

Fang Che did not think of wasting time. Master Ma said that work and rest should be combined. Fang Che felt that it made sense, but... he only had three days to develop the magic talisman. Now one day has passed, and there are only two days left...

He has no time.

He also has no time to slowly fight with this Saint Feather Clan monk.

As soon as he made a move...

it was a blast!

Third-level sword weapon!

Chilongyuan!

"I have a three-foot sword, hanging and shining."

"It cuts the jade like mud, cuts the dragon like mud, cuts the dragon like mud."

Fang Che recited softly.

Chilongyuan floated around his body, floating up and down like a swimming dragon.

The next moment, the sword pointed forward.

The sword light slashed out!