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In this way, the entire first arena was cleared by Wang Xuanzhi alone.

Mo Hua lay on the side and won.

Not even any strength was used.

In the eyes of everyone in the audience, they couldn't believe it. They didn't expect that this young man with a white face, who was hollowed out by alcoholism and wealth, was so powerful.

It was no wonder that this demon woman had fallen in love with him.

Wang Xuanzhi looked at Mo Hua proudly, with a smile on his face.

"How about it?"

"I'm great."

There was also a smile on Mo Hua's face.

She nodded with flushed cheeks.

Wang Xuanzhi was very proud, he hugged Mo Hua's waist, and the two were like a pair of immortals.

Qi Qi jumped off the ring.

There is no doubt that in this first ring match, Wang Xuanzhi and Mo Hua successfully advanced.

Mo Hua's whole body was against Wang Xuanzhi, with a fragrance in her mouth, she said, "So fierce, how should I reward you?"

Hearing this sentence, Wang Xuanzhi's legs started to tremble

He has been too frequent recently, and his body can't bear it.

He looked embarrassed, "Hey, smile, next time next time."

"This Tianjiao competition is still very tiring, and the opponent is very strong."

"I just took them down with all my might."

"You need a good rest. These things will be discussed later, later."

Mo Hua pouted, how could you be like a tiger just now, obviously you didn't spend a single point of effort.

Now it seems that you are not alive and well.

But she did not expose Wang Xuanzhi in person, and nodded slowly.

The two came to the arena below, and everyone consciously gave way to the two of them.

There was concern in the eyes of Jianxianmen's sect master, and he turned his eyes to Wang Xuanzhi, who was struggling in the second arena.

When he saw what Wang Xuanzhi did, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and his entire face darkened.

In the second ring,

Qingli holds a blue long sword in his hand, Sword Qi vertically and horizontally.

The mighty Sword Qi rolled over the entire second arena.

On the second arena, there are also the Shura clan, the witch clan, the demon clan and the human clan.

Each faction has about 20 people.

Qingli alone, fighting dozens of arrogances.

The Sword Qi in her hand filled the air, and the shadow of the sword was heavy.

Blocked in front, constantly fighting.

Like a female swordsman, the heroine of Rivers and Lakes.

Although the Realm on her body is not high, her kendo attainments have faintly reached the level of Sword Domain.

One hit ten is not a problem.

Because of her strength, the other people on the field did not turn their attention to the two of Jianxianmen.

It was the Human Race and the Monster Race that began to gradually attack the Witch Race and the Shura Race.

Wang Xuanzhi is different, he is very angry.

Wang Xuanzhi in the first ring is very fierce.

Wang Xuanzhi in the second ring is very wretched.

Holding the Immortal Dao Sword in his hand, he has three thousand Immortal Dao lights on his body, completely hiding his figure on the second ring.

If you don't look carefully, you won't find it at all.

He quietly hid in the space.

The arrogance of the human race and the demon race burst out with the aura of Soul Refinement.

The soul power of heaven and earth pressed towards the Wu clan and the Shura clan.

Not to be outdone, the Shura clan and the Wu clan also radiated powerful blood.

The Shura clan advocates bloodthirsty, and the Wu clan advocates blood refining.

It can be said that there is a little bit of root between the two races.

The blood light spread, resisting the powerful aura emanating from the demon and human races.

The monsters transformed into a huge body.

That huge body of Demonic Beasts, forcibly carried the blood light

The giant claw fanned towards a young man of the witch clan.

Under the giant claws, the young man of the Wu clan flew upside down.

At this time, Wang Xuanzhi walked out of the space.

Holding the Immortal Sword in his hand, the man who flew straight towards him was a sword.

"Hey, look at the sword!"

Wang Xuanzhi smiled meanly, and cut off the head of this witch man with one sword.

After doing all this, he quietly escaped into the space, as if everything he had just done had nothing to do with him.

What Wang Xuanzhi did in the second ring had his senior clearing the front while he reaped the heads in the back.

The youths of the two races were fighting with enthusiasm, and they were all picked up by a sixth child before they found their results.

They thought that under their powerful attack, the opponent would definitely be beaten and vanished.

On the other side of the second arena, there were several Shura clan's arrogance, who were shot and flew out by the powerful body of the demon clan.

Wang Xuanzhi's figure is like a ghost, walking out of the space, sneaking.

He smiled cheaply and shouted, "Hey, look at the sword."

He seems to be focusing on his own, aiming at the Shura clan and the witch clan.

As long as the young people of these two races are blasted out, he will always kill them with one sword.

Send it to the western world and see the Buddha of Ultimate Bliss.

For the demon clan and the human clan, he just blasted them off the stage with the hilt of his sword, but did not end their lives.

After all, Wang Xuanzhi has a physique similar to that of a monster, with the blood of a human.

The body of the dragon and phoenix, strictly speaking, cannot be regarded as a demon clan.

But he had some connections with the demon clan, so he showed mercy.

The disciples of Jianxianmen in the field were all stunned. Is this really our little uncle?

Why does it look so rude.

He is obviously young, so why is he so sophisticated in doing things, as if it is not the first time that such a thing has been done.

The more he looked, the darker his face became.

Their Sword Immortal Sect has always been the most decent force in the human race.

Jian Xiu, upright, open-minded, and fighting head-on.

There is no one like Wang Xuanzhi, this outlier, who has been attacking from behind.

Sure enough, and it's really cheap!

Don't look at the sword, you are a bitch!

Look at you is to look cheap!

The corner of Wang Xuanzhi's mouth twitched secretly off the court, what's going on?

Is this gasification three gas broken?

I was so brave just now, how could I be so wretched on stage.

He looked up at Yaoyao floating in the sky and asked, "Yaoyao, what the hell is going on?"

"Why is my physical self so different from who I am?"

Yaoyao said unhurriedly, "The self that can be separated from the three cleanses of one gasification is the most authentic self in the host's heart."

"But why there is such a difference, it can only show that the host's psychology is very different."

Wang Xuanzhi's face darkened, what does it mean to be very different?

Isn't this a disguised statement that he is an old sixth?

He continued to keep his eyes on the field.

Everyone on the field seemed to consciously feel that Wang Xuanzhi had taken away their victory.

Gradually stopped fighting and focused on Wang Xuanzhi.

"Hey, look at the sword!"

Wang Xuanzhi also killed one of the Wu people.

When he was about to escape into the space, he found that the atmosphere on the field suddenly quieted down, and everyone on the field suddenly turned their attention to themselves.

His senior sister Qingli had admiration in her eyes, looking at him like a monster.

He asked curiously, "Why are you all looking at me like this?"