Son-in-law Dan Zun

The breeze was blowing, and the faint sunlight was shining on the battle platform.

A figure flew into the void above the battle platform, and after announcing the rules of the battle of heroes, the hot atmosphere in the square was completely detonated.

The number of true disciples was small, only 78.

Therefore, the rules formulated are also very simple. First, get out of the top ten through a lottery and a two-by-two battle.

The last ten players will compete in one-on-one battles, ranking in the form of points, and deciding the first place.

"In the first battle, Jian Bufan fights all Feiang!"

Soon, the referee announced the candidates for the first battle according to the results of the draw.

Countless people suddenly exclaimed and pushed the atmosphere to the peak. They didn't expect Jian Bufan to be the first person on the battlefield.

Jian Bufan holds the sword in one hand, bears it behind him, and moves forward in the air, with a free and easy attitude, which is very chic and extraordinary.

In contrast, Quan Fei'ang's face was not so natural.

He is not without self-confidence in his own strength. Relying on the cultivation base of the late Royal Kong Realm, if he is lucky, he may not have no hope of entering the top ten.

But unfortunately, his luck seems to be bad.

Quan Feiang landed on the battle platform, and said to Jian Bufan, "I also look at Brother Jian, you are merciful."

"Of course!" Jian Bufan looked cold and unmoved, "Let you make three moves first!"

Hearing this, many people showed admiration.

"As expected of Brother Jian, even in the face of other true disciples, he is so confident."

"A master who makes a move, a bit of an opportunity, can often decide the victory or defeat, and Senior Brother Jian dare to directly give it three moves."

"Regardless of whether you win or lose, Brother Jian's demeanor is no one can match."

Jian Bufan still stood with his hand held, his expression calm, but there was a faint smile between his brows.

Although he was used to this flattery, he still enjoyed it very much.

"it is good!"

Quan Fei Ang will naturally not be polite.

The moment the voice fell, a brilliant sword light appeared, and the terrifying power seemed to tear the space and cut towards Jian Bufan.

"Small bugs!"

Jian Bufan sneered, looked at the sword light calmly, and pointed out his fingers at random.

boom!

Everyone's faces were filled with shock at this moment, the sword's extraordinary **** directly clamped the sword light, unable to advance.

"If this is the case, the next two moves will not be necessary." Jian Bufan said.

"I still want to try." Quan Fei Ang didn't want to give up, even if he must lose, he still has to show his own grace in front of everyone.

His footsteps did not flinch at this moment, but took the initiative to advance, and the long sword in his hand swallowed sharp rays of light.

"Broken Air Sword Technique!"

With a low drink, the space is flooded with fierce sword light at this moment, and it seems to be torn into countless pieces by it.

Jian's extraordinary figure was also enveloped by the sharp sword light.

However, his expression remained unchanged, as if those sword lights were not threatening in his eyes.

The finger pointed at random, and the sharp rays of light burst forth, transforming into a light curtain in front of him, blocking all the sword light from in front of him.

"There is another chance!" Jian Bufan said indifferently.

Quan Fei'ang's eyes are extremely sharp, and Jian is extraordinary. Is this taking him to show his extraordinary strength?

On his body, the momentum became more and more fierce, and the sky of sword light shone all over his body.

"Light Kill Sword!"

In the next instant, his figure seemed to disappear directly in place.

"I know the swordsmanship of the Heavenly Sword Sect, so why bother to struggle?" Jian Bufan faintly smiled, and the Spiritual Qi Long Sword slashed out of thin air.

"..."

Just when everyone was astonished, Quan Fei'ang's figure appeared strangely at the location where the spirit long sword was cut.

"clang!"

With a collision, the full flying figure flew out in embarrassment.

"I think……"

At this moment, a sword light burst out of Jian Bufan's hand, sweeping through his throat, blood splashing.

"lose!"

There was a faint voice from Quan Feiang's mouth, but his figure was already powerless to fall down.

To death, he did not expect that he would die.

The battle of heroes was supposed to be a stage for him to show his glory, but it became a place where he gave his life.

He didn't even know when he had offended Jian Bufan.

"Three tricks are over!" Jian Bufan glanced at Quan Fei'ang's corpse indifferently, and went straight back to the position of the true disciple.

For a time, countless eyes looked at him, all with fear and awe.

"This..." The referees were all at this moment, slightly stunned.

Although the battle of heroes does not limit life and death, they are all in the same family, and death rarely occurs.

"Sword is extraordinary, the next battle, continue!" Mo Qingyun suddenly said.

His expression was also extremely calm, as if he hadn't seen Quan Feiang's death.

Many people are thoughtful at this moment.

The attitude of the suzerain seems a bit strange.

This is, acquiescing to Jian's extraordinary behavior?

"This guy is so cruel!"

Mo Fan sat next to Luo Wushu and said in a low voice, "Even if you want to kill a chicken and a monkey, you can't be so cruel."

"It depends on the situation, that person doesn't have a deep hatred with him."

Luo Wushu's gaze narrowed slightly at this moment, "It seems that in the Sky Demon Mountain, he is still showing mercy to us."

"His cruelty is one thing, but the attitude of the Sect Master is another." Yao Yue said coldly.

"Trouble!" Luo Wushu nodded: "It's not a question of attitude, but a standpoint."

"What are you talking about?" Mo Fan looked puzzled.

"The sword is extraordinary..." Yaoyue murmured in a low voice and did not continue to say more, but in a faint expression, her expression became even colder.

"It's okay!" Luo Wushu smiled slightly and his eyes fell back to the battle platform.

The battle continued, and Quan Fei'ang's death was soon forgotten by many people, who continued to pay attention to the battles of other true disciples.

Soon, Li Kui, An Yixue and others also played and won.

Especially An Yixue's appearance directly pushed the hot atmosphere to the extreme.

The scorching sun was scorching the huge square, and the battle of heroes also proceeded, contending for the top ten.

"The sword is extraordinary, Wen Jianshu!"

"Pei Kangle, Yan Xing!"

"An Yixue, Yan Muer!"

"Li Kui, Jiao Feng!"

"Situ Yang, Shen Qingfeng!"

As the referee, after reading the names of the top ten, he directly announced a new round of competition.

"Any Snow vs. Li Kui!"

Hearing this round of battle, the eyes of countless people all became interesting.

Many people have also heard about the matter between Li Kui and An Yixue. Now, are they finally going to run into it?

I don't know if Li Kui will be merciful and merciful.

After all, An Yixue's outstandingness, in the eyes of many people, is just her appearance.

And the strength, compared with other people who are also true disciples, is a little bleak.

Li Kui rose into the air and fell on the battle platform, looking at An Yixue, with a confident smile on his face.

"Brother Li, come on!" Xie Xiaoyan shouted at this moment.

Now, she has completely regarded herself as Li Kui's person.