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A bloody arrow shot out of Sun Tianwei's mouth, and he retreated more than 20 zhang before he stopped. He swayed his body, as if it was difficult to support himself, but he tried his best not to let himself fall, even if he put his hands on the ground. Stubbornness came out from the bottom of his heart.

After shaking like this for a while, he stabilized his figure.

At this moment, there was an uproar around the ring.

Xiaonan's face was not only shocked, but also excited, and said in a trembling voice: "The seven elements...perfectly balanced...this is like a millennium...no, a genius who is rarely seen in thousands of years Ah, as long as his cultivation is strong enough, he doesn’t need to use any spirit stones to create thousands of formations with his bare hands, and his future achievements may even surpass that of the first suzerain!”

Lin Wan'er swallowed her saliva secretly, she suddenly found that this old veteran who was quite useless in her impression had unknowingly become so powerful, so powerful that she could really help her with some things, she even felt that Yuan Futu had Possibly beat Pound.

Yuan Futu looked at the debris all over the floor, thinking that the advantages of this middle-grade innate spirit treasure had finally been brought into play, otherwise no matter how strong he was, he would not be able to destroy other people's spirit treasures, and said in a deep voice, "I will Pay you."

Sun Tianwei raised his head slowly, with a ferocious look on his blue face, he said word by word: "You are much stronger than I thought, and you have even surpassed the scope of the peak of Hunyuan, which can be said to be the realm of Dzogchen. It's only half a step away from the God of Law, but I miscalculated!"

"After all, there is a big gap between Yuanli and Zhenyuan. The reason why I won is firstly because you underestimate the enemy, and secondly because you have never seen my moves before, so you don't know how to defend." Yuan Futu said slowly.

Sun Tianwei raised his head, let the cold rainwater slide down his cheeks and soak his clothes, but suddenly burst into laughter, and said: "I haven't fallen yet, how could you win, I'm not as lucky as you, even if there is no Basically, I can also sit on the position of the patriarch, eat the elixir of the sect without any scruples, and get the innate spiritual treasure casually, but I used to crawl around like a dog, changing from a marketer to an outsider. Disciple from the outer sect, then enter the inner sect, and finally become the only person who has reached the realm of the Dharma God in the Zifu Sword House for many years. It seems to be a beautiful scene for so many years, but the blood and tears shed, the suffering, and the humiliation suffered, No one knows at all!"

Yuan Futu's heart shuddered, he seemed to see his past from Sun Tianwei's cloudy eyes, an ignorant young man wandering around in the market, living a life of three meals a day, as indifferent as the autumn wind, until he was taken by chance by chance. Returning to Jianzong, he became the lowest outer disciple and continued to struggle, and was ridiculed and bullied by his fellow disciples. He only relied on his faith to survive until today, so his desire for fame and status is stronger than anyone else's. .

"Without the sword, do we still want to fight?" Yuan Futu didn't want to say anything more, everyone has a goal, and he couldn't give up because of Sun Tianwei's tragic past.

Sun Tianwei raised his hands and laughed wildly: "There is no sword in your hand, but you have a sword in your heart. The rain all over the sky can be a sword. Why can't we fight again?!"

At this moment, infinite blue true essence erupted from his dantian, and he could almost see the imprint of the natal bead becoming extremely bright with the naked eye, while the rainwater seemed to be ordered to gather continuously , turned into a series of sword glows with the color of ice crystals.

Although he lost the flying sword, Tianshi gave him a stronger weapon.

Yuan Futu felt the coercion of the real essence that shook his soul, and knew that Sun Tianwei was going to exert his full strength.

The teacher in charge of the Zifu Sword House is a well-known sword master named Gongyangjue. He has lived for more than 200 years and his strength has also reached the realm of emptiness. He is sitting on the right side of Nangong Qiushui, squinting Watching the battle with both eyes, with his gray hair fluttering in the wind, he sighed: "Tianwei's demon is too heavy, and the sword formula is too powerful. It can be released but not retracted, but it violates the essence of the water element."

Jian Twelve smiled and said: "It is already admirable that Mr. Gongyang can teach such an outstanding disciple. Although Tianwei has gone astray, he is still a talent to be made. Maybe after this sword discussion, he will have It's an epiphany."

Yuan Futu raised his head, looked at Sun Tianwei who was slowly floating up into the air without the help of the spirit treasure, facing hundreds of sword lights, said in a deep voice: "You will not win."

His firm look seemed to have foreseen the final result.

"You are the one who loses!" Sun Tianwei roared like crazy, swung several palms, and sword shadows roared all over the sky. Every blade condensed by rain contained a powerful ray of true energy, its power It is comparable to the mid-grade Houtian Lingbao.

The power of a middle-grade Houtian Lingbao is not terrible, what is terrible is hundreds of thousands.

In the blink of an eye, the endless sword light slammed into the arena fiercely, making loud bangs one after another, and the restriction was shaken out again, as if it was struggling to protect the arena itself from the persecution of this powerful true essence .

Sun Tianwei's face was ferocious, he obviously didn't care about the opponent's life or death, he kept turning the rain into a sword, and kept hitting the place where Yuan Futu was standing. .

"Futu!" Lin Wan'er turned pale with shock, and almost couldn't help but rushed to the stage, after all, her life was in danger, but she was stopped by Xiao Nan before she could even take a step.

Xiao Nan's face was heavy, without any expression of anxiety, but with some doubts, he said: "You can see clearly, Yuan Futu's aura is no longer there."

Lin Wan'er could not help but change her face through the induction of her true essence.

"Hahahaha, I will definitely make it to the end and become the most outstanding inner disciple!"

The crazy Sun Tianwei didn't stop until the last of his true energy was exhausted, and the ring was covered by cold mist, and there were several inches of hoarfrost everywhere. He opened his cloudy eyes and looked carefully, until the clouds and mist They dispersed, only to find that the place where Yuan Futu was standing was actually empty, leaving only the tragic traces of being hit hard, as if the restriction had been torn open by the shock.

The next moment, a chill condensed from his back, and at the same time there was a voice behind him.

"I said, I won't win!"

Sun Tianwei turned around abruptly, only to find that the blade of the Tianyuan Sword had reached his chest.

Yuan Futu held the sword in one hand, twisted the magic formula in the other, and shouted: "Fengmo Cannon!"

Boo!