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The sword collided with the fist, and the sound of gold and iron came out.

Apparently, Wanjie has been exercising his fists a lot.

So much so that the hardness of the fist is comparable to steel.

This scene fell in the eyes of the audience, which shocked them even more.

"As one of the Five Gentlemen of Xuanjiang, Wanjie really has his strength!"

"Ling Xuanneng has back and forth with Wanjie, no matter whether he wins or loses this time, he will make a name for himself in this big Xuanjiang Mansion!"

"Yes, everyone in the world will know that there is one person who is as famous as the Five Gentlemen of Xuanjiang, and that is Ling Xuan!"

"Niu Niu Niu, I really feasted my eyes today."

In the blink of an eye, the battle on stage has lasted for more than 30 rounds.

Wan Jie was already panting heavily.

His physical and spiritual strength have been consumed a lot.

However, when he looked at Ling Xuan, he found that Ling Xuan was still calm and unhurried.

Not even blushing or out of breath.

It seems that the consumption of the battle just now is not worth mentioning at all.

Wanjie took a deep breath, "It's kind of interesting, you created a perfect platform?"

Ling Xuan said lightly, "Naturally."

"What is your physique, stronger than my supernatural power?" Wanjie asked again.

Ling Xuan smiled calmly, "You will naturally know tomorrow."

Tomorrow is the third round, and then Ling Xuan will face the real powerhouses like Zhou Qingcang, the sword gentleman, and Mo Yuheng, the demon gentleman.

At that time, his hole cards will be revealed one by one.

Naturally, the top-grade physique of the sky rank will be fully revealed in front of everyone tomorrow.

"Arrogance, do you think you can defeat me?" Wan Jie sneered.

"Thunderclap!"

He shouted angrily, and his huge palm slapped him with the wind and thunder.

Ling Xuan used all directions of thunder and easily dodged.

"Just waiting for you to hide!"

Wanjie let out a strange laugh, and slammed his right fist, engulfing in violent flames.

"Fire Fist!"

This punch hit the place where Ling Xuan was about to appear.

Ling Xuan showed no fear, and immediately stabbed with his sword.

In an instant, the space around the two of them was full of shadows and swords!

when!

The violent sound of gold and iron came.

Wanjie retreated continuously, almost to the edge of the martial arts stage.

His robe was injured by Lei Ying's sword light and turned into many rags.

Ling Xuan strode away, almost unscathed except for a few corners of his clothes that were burnt.

This scene stunned the audience.

"Damn it! Also at the peak of the Foundation Establishment Realm, Ling Xuan is actually stronger than Wanjie?!"

"It's amazing! It's awesome!"

"Wanjie is going to be kicked out? Fuck, after defeating Junzi Yin, Ling Xuan is going to defeat Junzi Lei again?"

"Wait, look! Wanjie's aura has changed, what's going on!"

"It seems to be an epiphany, Wanjie has fallen into an epiphany!"

The audience was astonished and stared at Wanjie closely.

Ling Xuan also made a puzzled expression, looking at Wanjie.

But in fact, he has already withheld the cursive sword script.

He had obtained two cursive sword books a long time ago, and after the two met, they merged on their own, and now they have become a more powerful cursive sword book.

"Hahahaha! I didn't expect that the third layer of the Thunderbolt Fire Art would have an epiphany at this time!"

"Sure enough, God is helping me!"

Wanjie suddenly cast his eyes on Ling Xuan.

His breath rose sharply.

It seems that thunder is lingering and flames are gushing!

"Third layer of Thunder and Fire Jue? That's the bottom-level martial art of Thunder Fire Sect!"

"I heard that there are many elders in the Thunder Fire Sect who may not be able to comprehend the third level of the thunderous fire art, but Wanjie has actually done it, and it is an epiphany."

Mo Yuheng frowned, "The move on the third level of Thunderbolt Fire Jue is Thunder and Fire Double Cry, which is so powerful that Ling Xuan can't handle it anymore."

The master of the Ivy Gate shrugged, "It seems that he is still a little bit worse."

Many people who supported Ling Xuan in their hearts began to sigh at this moment.

But Zhuang Mochou, Yin Xuege and others who wished for Ling Xuan's death were elated at the moment.

From Ling Xuan and Wan Jie on the stage together, to Wan Jie being almost defeated by Ling Xuan's sword technique, to Wan Jie's epiphany just before the battle.

Their emotions go up and down like a roller coaster.

Now, there is finally a result!

"Thunder and Fire!"

Wanjie yelled angrily, and all of a sudden he threw fists and palms together!

Left palm, surging thunder.

Right fist, engulfing the fire.

The astonishingly high temperature and dazzling light seemed to engulf Ling Xuan completely.

Ling Xuan's response was a messy copybook written in cursive characters.

Whoosh!

A ray of ink and ink sword light suddenly rushed out of the copybook.

Clang!

A sword chant flashed in the air.

The next moment, the thunder and raging fire exploded, annihilated, and disappeared without a trace.

Only the deep and dark ink sword light can be seen in mid-air!

Wanjie's chest seemed to be struck by an invisible giant brush, and a huge wound appeared, and the blood flowed profusely.

Its body seemed to be hit by a giant elephant, and it flew out more than ten feet, and landed hard on the martial arts stage!

The whole place was silent!

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Whether it was those who supported Ling Xuan or those who expected him to lose miserably, all eyes focused on Ling Xuan at this moment.

In other words, they gathered on the copybook in his hand.

The master of the Ivy Sect said in surprise, "A ground-level spirit weapon? No, it's a broken ground-level spirit weapon."

Mo Yuheng's beautiful eyes sparkled, "Qingxuanmen can actually give him an earth-level spiritual weapon as a trump card?"

The sect master of the Qingteng Sect shook his head, "Impossible, almost all the ground-level spirit weapons of the Qingxuan Sect have been destroyed, and the only remaining ones should be on the monks of the alchemy realm, and will not be handed over to a disciple of the foundation establishment realm."

"That thing should be Ling Xuan's own adventure, and luck is also part of strength."

Zhuang Mochou slapped the chair suddenly, her expression was extremely cold.

That kid actually took out the broken earth-level spirit weapon!

Incredible!

If it wasn't for the broken earth-level spirit weapon, the one lying on the ground at this time would definitely be Ling Xuan!

As for Qingxuanmen.

Zhao Rou's eyes were red, and she called out first.

"Won!"

Zhao Ting and other disciples also shouted, "Ling Xuan! We won!"

Nangong Yun was also moved by it.

Everyone thought he would lose, but he won.

Such contrasts and psychological ups and downs naturally made it difficult for the disciples of Qingxuanmen to control themselves.

Even her alchemy cultivator couldn't control her emotions.

Won!

Her disciple won against Lei Junzi, one of the Five Gentlemen of Xuanjiang!Made it to the third round!

Xiao Fan muttered, "It's a spirit weapon, not my own strength, what kind of skill is it..."

boom!

Luo Shengnan's casserole-sized fist hit him directly in the face.