C1111 (1/2)

The main peak of xuantianzong is the other courtyard of Taoist Han.

Han daoren sits on the stone bench, on the side of the land, Jin Tianzhan practices with his knees crossed.

The smell of gray filled the whole courtyard.

Looking at Jin Tianzhan's practice, Han daoren's face showed a smile.

Although Jin Tianzhan lost all three battles to the blood swordsman, he was confident of his disciples in the final battle.

”With the present strength of zhan'er, there is no pressure to deal with the top nine warriors in Tiangang. Even if it's the first level of the five thunder method, it's more powerful than before.

On this day, Fang Chen was sitting cross legged and suddenly awakened by a cry.

He looked up and found that it was Bi Qingqing in a blue dress.

”Blood swordsman, it's time. Why are you still practicing here?” Bi Qingqing asked.

Fang Chen stopped practicing, stood up and said with a smile, ”go now.”

They walked side by side, and soon came to the square before the martial arts stage.

By this time, the square was already overcrowded.

The chief and deputy leaders of the eight palaces, many gold armour commanders, silver armour commanders, iron armour commanders, small commanders, and a large number of ordinary disciples.

Even the red bearded elder and other high-level people came.

However, what people don't know is that in the sky and clouds, the Xuantian patriarch and the vice patriarch are paying close attention to this battle.

”I don't know if the bloody swordsman can defeat Jin Tianzhan.” The vice patriarch said slightly.

”It's not a problem to defeat Jin Tianzhan with both soul and martial arts.” The main road of xuantianzong.

As they spoke, both sides were present.

Taoist Han looked at Fang Chen with a gloomy look, and then his eyes fell on the stage.

Jin Tianzhan is full of vigor and vitality. Standing on the stage, he exudes a terrible breath.

He gazed at the Blood Sword saint and said in a deep voice: ”the Blood Sword saint, I want to be ashamed of today's war.”

The blood swordsman went to stage martial arts and said with a smile, ”is that right? I'm afraid I can't do what you want. ”

”Let's fight.”

Jin Tianzhan no longer talks nonsense, holding a long sword, the strength of the gang yuan surging, a sword cut out.

Whoosh

The power of this sword made the people in the square pale.

”The strength of golden sky exhibition is too strong.”

Many gold armour commanders are sighing.

The golden sky exhibition is much stronger than it was half a month ago.

Bang

The long sword of Jin Tianzhan is cleaved on the star hidden sword of Fangchen.

All of a sudden, he was shaken open.

Then, without saying a word, Jin Tianzhan displayed the golden light to cut the dragon.

As soon as he came up, he displayed his unique skills, which showed that Jin Tianzhan was sure to win the war.

Boom

In the sky above Yanwu stage, the terrible power of Gangyuan has condensed into giant dragons.

Under the control of Jin Tianzhan, the Dragon opens its mouth and plunges towards Fangchen.

Sky magic sword, cut through the sky.

Fang Chen displays the magic sword technique, and the light of the magic sword stabs the dragon with a fantastic angle.

Roar

The Dragon roared furiously and began to bombard the light of the demon sword.

Click

The light of the magic sword in the dragon is broken, but the dragon is also dim.

”Go to hell.”

Jin Tianzhan controls the residual power of the dragon and continues to attack Fang Chen.

However, the latter shows the true meaning of time and space.

In the clouds, the patriarch and the vice patriarch once again saw the real meaning of the space exhibition of the Blood Sword saint, and their eyes were wide open.

”Why is there something else in his true meaning?”