Fantasy: My Nine-Life Fate With The Empress

25 minutes later...

The other eight people in the ring leaned closely together, shivering in the small corner of the ring.

Regardless of their injuries, the eight people worked together to form a barrier to prevent them from accidentally injuring them.

Although the arena is huge, they can feel more at ease if they build another layer of barrier.

The way those two played was really terrible.

In their field of vision, Xiao Hao was half-kneeling on the ground, with the tip of his sword touching the ground.

One eye had already been poked out, half of his left arm was broken, and his body was dripping with blood.

His whole body was covered with bloody sword wounds, and some places still smelled of being burned by spiritual power.

And the monk didn't feel well either. His right arm was completely broken off. He didn't have much spiritual energy to begin with, and now it was almost exhausted.

He thought he could quickly deal with this guy who was at the first level of the Spirit Gathering Realm.

Unexpectedly, this kid was just like the invincible Xiaoqiang, and his injuries were still recovering.

He didn't know the reason, but he just felt extremely troubled during the fight with him.

At this time, the monk was looking at Xiao Hao with a look of horror. This boy actually traded injuries with him.

Xiao Hao cut off his right arm despite being blinded.

"Hahaha! Old Chu Nu, did you see it? I will win it for you later!"

Xiao Hao smiled ferociously, his face covered with scars and blood.

Especially in the eyes, one of the eyeballs has been poked out, making it look extremely hideous and terrifying.

Wang Feng's face in the audience was extremely solemn. How could this disciple be so stupid and still refuse to admit defeat?

Chu Yan'er no longer had the joy she had fifteen minutes ago.

Looking at Xiao Hao's terrifying and ferocious appearance, a little worry rose in his eyes.

Why did this brat go to extreme lengths just because she ridiculed him? If he had known this, he wouldn't have ridiculed him.

She quickly waved to Xiao Hao, who was looking over, and made a few gestures to signal him to surrender.

"Old Chu Nu! You want me to admit defeat? No way!!"

Xiao Hao didn't appreciate it at all and scolded Chu Yan'er.

"Judge, he surrendered! Let him come down!"

Wang Feng also waved and shouted to the judge.

"Others have no right to decide whether they win or lose. Don't worry, fatal injuries will be prevented."

The judge said ruthlessly.

"Master! Isn't it what you have always said that fighting across the ranks is a required course for genius? Just be careful, your apprentice must be a genius!"

Xiao Hao was not disrespectful to Wang Feng, but said what Wang Feng had been saying.

Wang Feng was helpless and patted his forehead, wondering if he had brainwashed him a little too seriously?

Should I pinch the judge's neck and ask him to open the barrier?

Wang Feng thought about it, looked at the big pillars and barriers in the distance, and finally gave up the idea.

Now they also understand the rules of this competition. If they can't be beaten to death, then they will fight to the death.

But generally no one fights like this. Normal people will admit defeat when they find that they may not be able to beat him, unlike Xiao Hao.

But there are places that are even more tragic than Xiao Hao's place.

It was just that when he was about to die, he was blocked by a spiritual attack from the barrier.

Or when he is about to die, he will be saved by the power of the barrier.

"Idiot, it's too late for you to admit defeat now. Don't end up failing to enter the Little Sword Sect and end up with a lifelong disability!"

The monk opposite Xiao Hao said a few words, and he was a little scared. This kid was fighting with all his might later on.

"Hahaha! Since you are scared, why don't you just admit defeat?"

Xiao Hao's smile now was even more terrifying and ferocious. He was half-kneeling on the ground, holding a sword in his right hand to support the ground and looking at the monk.

"You deserve to die!"

The monk cursed after hearing Xiao Hao's words, his heart was extremely angry, and his left arm was broken.

If you can't enter the Little Sword Sect, you will have to consume another wave of resources to join him.

And how could he admit defeat? If he got out of the ring today, he would definitely not be able to fight again for a while.

Then we can only wait another ten years.

After that, he once again applied a layer of blue spiritual power to his low-grade long sword, but this time it was so dim that it was almost invisible.

Part of the reason why Xiao Hao was able to hurt him was also because of the difference in weapons. Xiao Hao's sword was a middle-grade yellow weapon.

When cutting, the shock coming from the hand will be greatly offset by the sword blade.

Moreover, Xiao Hao relied on Jade Disk's recovery to have much more spiritual power than him.

"Hahaha! Come again!"

Xiao Hao smiled crazily, stood up, squeezed all the energy from his body, and activated the sword.

The body gradually began to turn dark red, and people could feel a burning sensation at first glance.

The long sword in his hand once again erupted with a stronger layer of fire-colored light.

"You are the Sun Sword Body!!"

The monk was shocked when he saw this scene. He had hit him too hard just now.

Moreover, Xiao Hao didn't look like the sword was open like it is now, so he didn't recognize it.

"Hehehe! Who knows!"

Xiao Hao smiled and raised his sword to kill the monk again.

Countless people in the audience were also attracted by their low-cultivation battle.

Although they are low, this battle looks so exciting. If a genius fights over the next level, will he win or lose?

As for Xiao Hao in the ring, his whole body was extremely hot now, and his fighting spirit was overwhelming. He felt that all the pain in his body was gone, and he just wanted to fight happily.

"Damn it!"

The monk had no choice but to take over.

The injury is too serious this time. If I can't beat him, I won't be able to fight today. Tomorrow will be another name-selection competition.

In other words, he can only wait for the next entry competition, and if he does not join the sect, he will have to pay for the injury himself.

so he! Absolutely can't lose!

He had no choice but to raise the sword with the extremely dim blue spiritual power to fight with him.

"Die, die, die!"

Poof! Poof! Poof!

Three consecutive blows produced a huge sound and fire, without any rules, but the power contained in them was huge.

For a while, the monk opposite Xiao Hao fell into passivity and could only resist with all his strength.

Xiao Hao's only remaining eye was extremely red, as if there was a fire coming out of it.

"Hahaha!!"

Laughter is simply a big villain, following Xiao Hao's life-threatening fighting style.

The wounds on both of their bodies began to increase.

Not enough combat experience?

Then risk your life!

"Want to do drugs again?"

Xiao Hao saw an extra pill in the monk's hand holding the sword, and he actually wanted to take pills.

He slashed through it instantly, and a burst of fire-colored arc passed across the monk's chest.

The monk was secretly glad that he had managed to avoid it, otherwise his left hand would have been severed.

Xiao Hao did not retreat but advanced, and continued to stab his heart with his sword.

"Go to hell you!"

The monk was frightened and angry, and did not intend to hide. He was ready to exchange injuries for injuries, and raised his sword to stab Xiao Hao's heart.

Seeing this pair of stabbing swords, the hearts of countless people in the audience were lifted up.

Poof!

Unexpectedly, this sound was not the sound of flesh penetration, but the sound of two people's swords being bounced away by a burst of spiritual power at the same time.

It was the sect leader who had been observing the column for a long time who took action.

He noticed Xiao Hao and the girl before he entered the venue.

As for Wang Feng?

Just ignore it.