The Order of Purple Thorn

Nan Feng was not afraid, but Yuan Taihan, who had just retrieved his staff, was in a dilemma. In the middle of a killing path, Nan Feng had interrupted his winning streak, and now a random blade with a Immortal King had appeared, this was not a good fight.

But it was still relative, Yuan Taihan felt that if he could control the distance well and not give the Chaotic Blade a chance to get close, he might not lose.

The Arena took out his Immortal King Sabre s with his blades. The situation had changed, Ximen Cang was no longer able to fight with them, he was only able to dodge the attacks, and that way, his strongest advantage would be gone. Furthermore, when the blade was swung, he took out one of his blades and caught him by surprise, causing him to be injured.

Although he was at a disadvantage, Ximen Cang did not admit defeat. His body was still brimming with fighting spirit, but as the old man standing in the main seat stood up, Ximen Cang retreated and admitted defeat.

The first four were finished, followed by the battle at the back.

As for those who had fought in the past, they would be able to think and heal their injuries. Ximen Cang suffered an attack from a random blade. Fortunately, he had first blocked the attack of the Bladestorm, and then, the battle armor had blocked the attack.

After all, everyone understood the strength of others and there was no need to continue with the unnecessary battles. Nan Feng sat at the first position on the left, followed by Chaotic Blade, Ximen Cang, Yuan Taihan, Yuan Taihan, and the others.

The reason why Nan Feng sat at the first place was because he had first won seventy percent of the matches, then the random swords, and he had also won seventy percent. Then Ximen Cang and Yuan Taihan, both of whom had won six times.

The eighth round began. This time, Nan Feng, who was ranked first in the left hand, stood up and engaged in his duel. Right now, he only had Ximen Cang and Chaotic Blade to fight.

Nan Feng stood on top of the Arena, and looked at Ximen Cang who was ranked lower than Chaotic Blade according to the order, "You were injured in the battle, and your condition is still a little off, I'll give you time to heal your injuries."

Ximen Cang looked at the law enforcement clan elder who was controlling the order in Arena. He was indeed not in a state of Peak right now.

"Since Nan Feng is willing to give you time, then I have no objections." The law enforcement clan elder of Arena said.

Ximen Cang cupped his hands in greeting to Nan Feng and continued to heal.

Nan Feng felt that Ximen Cang was more of a man, and that he would always dominate his opponents in every battle. He did not have the same murderous intent like and the random sword when he defeated Opponent, so he was willing to give Ximen Cang a fair opportunity.

"Humph!" "Idiot!" The sword spat out two words.

Following Chaotic Blade's words, the seven or eight people in the contestants' seats all looked at him with looks of disdain. They were all looking down on him.

Nan Feng had fought seven rounds, and the most he had done was knock people unconscious, or kick them down from Arena, but he did not kill anyone, he had already earned the respect of everyone here, and Chaotic Blade was now filled with thousands of annoyance and hatred!

After half an hour, Ximen Cang stood up, and then proceeded to the Arena.

"It might not be your Opponent, but I thank you for giving me a fair chance to fight." After Ximen Cang entered the Arena, it was a rare occasion to speak.

"You are worthy of respect, so the battle between us should be a bit more fair. Men, please. This way, no one will have any regrets in their heart." Nan Feng said.

"Alright, there's no regret in losing. Let's fight!" Ximen Cang finished his sentence, and the Sabre began to move.

Nan Feng did not retreat, the Non-Phase Gold Body activated its auxiliary Yuan Qi, his right hand took out the Blood-Drinking Sword, and with a sword thrust, he blocked Ximen Cang's Sabre.

When the Weapons collided, the Bladestorm and the sword beam shot out in all directions, but Nan Feng and Ximen Cang did not retreat.

The energy erupted with a barrage of attacks, following that, Nan Feng and Ximen Cang both erupted with a barrage of energy s, causing the two of them to be pushed back, following that the two of them started to fight again.

Ximen Cang's Body was higher ranked than Nan Feng's Body, but with the help of the Non-Phase Gold Body, Nan Feng was not at a disadvantage at all. In the battle of Yuan Qi, Nan Feng's already formed Nine Yang Sword Qi was slightly suppressing Ximen Cang.

After the Hundred Worlds Congress began, the most frenzied and most violent battle began. Nan Feng and Ximen Cang, the two of them, unleashed their Domain of Power to suppress each other.

"Nan Feng, I don't need you to tell me what to do. Take out your absolute art!" , who was in battle, roared. He was very clear that Nan Feng had not used his Profound Skills nor speed yet.

Nan Feng took out a Bar of Jurisdiction with his left hand, released a Thunderclap, and then followed with the Soul Illusion World's charge. Then, he approached Ximen Cang and stabbed his sword towards Ximen Cang's neck.

Ximen Cang could no longer defend. After taking care of Nan Feng's Thunderclap and Soul Illusion World's attacks, Nan Feng's Blood-Drinking Sword had already reached his neck.

Nan Feng did not stab down, the Blood-Drinking Sword landed in front of Ximen Cang's neck.

"You win." Ximen Cang said as he looked at Nan Feng.

Nan Feng retracted his sword and retreated. Victory and defeat had been decided!

The Arena's Law Enforcement Clan Elder announced Nan Feng's victory, and then Nan Feng and Ximen Cang left the Arena.

"Ximen Cang, you owe me a bunch of resources." After getting off the Arena, Nan Feng looked at Ximen Cang.

Hearing Nan Feng's words, Ximen Cang was stunned, how did it involve lack of resources?

"If you fight with me and don't admit defeat, who will leave behind the resources? Didn't you steal your Heavenly treasure s? You don't have any points in your heart! " Nan Feng looked at Ximen Cang with contempt, but what he received was even more contempt, because other than Shui Weiwei and a few others who had voluntarily admitted defeat, the others had all been snatched away by Nan Feng, including Yuan Taihan.

"Ximen Cang recognizes this batch of resources!" Ximen Cang understood what Nan Feng meant, and decided to take on the challenge.

"If I'm alive, let's talk about these things!" The knife made a cold sound.

"Shut your stinky mouth, where is it your business? "Who the hell are you!" With the random swords attacking him, Nan Feng directly scolded back without restraint. He was not going to do anything about the infuriated matter.

"You won't scream later." The sharp blade glared at Nan Feng.

Nan Feng won, and the few of them remained seated. After that, they stood up using swords, and the only person he could challenge was Yuan Taihan, because he only had Yuan Taihan and Ximen Cang who had not fought before, and Ximen Cang and Nan Feng had just finished.

After Yuan Taihan entered the Arena, he deliberately kept his distance from the Chaotic Blade.

As the Arena's Law Enforcement Clan Elder announced the start of the battle, the sword in his hand moved, the Immortal Artifact Sabre attacked Yuan Taihan.

Yuan Taihan's Profound Skills filled the entire Arena, while suppressing the blades, his body moved, not giving the blades any chance to approach him.

The Blade boundary field protected his body as he waved his Immortal Artifact Sabre and started to crazily kill. His Fighting power was already very strong, and with the Immortal King Sabre in his hands, he began to crazily kill.

Nan Feng watched intently, estimating the attack power of the Immortal King Sabre, he only had one battle left. As long as he could win the battle, he would be ranked number one in this Hundred Worlds Congress Battle, would receive the Immortal King's rewards, and would even be able to enter the Self-examination Tower. This was extremely important to him.

At this time, Yuan Taihan who was on the Arena was in a passive position. The main reason was that the attack power of the blade in the hands of the Immortal King Sabre was too strong.

"Nan Feng, can you do it? Don't fight to the death with him! " Shui Weiwei said as she looked at Nan Feng.

"Yes, that's a mad dog." Lou Lan also opened her mouth.

"Humans want to be beaten, while dogs want to be beaten!" Nan Feng shook his neck.