The unquestionable voice of the bald-headed elder made everyone a little shocked. What kind of trump card does Han Gang have to make him so confident?

The center of the hall.

Since Han Gang has subdued the demon fist, he has hit ten punches in a row, and each punch has astonishing power. He seems to be a Buddha's Vajra, without anger and self-righteousness.

It's a pity that Xin Jue didn't seem to be doing his best, so he easily blocked his fist.

The thunder rolled in. The Thunder Sword is fast versus strong, and one sword is faster than the other, and each strike is like a thunderbolt.

Ten strikes against each other, and the terrifying air flow generated agitated, and the people watching were startled.

rub!

Han Gang's figure flashed, he stood back and said coldly, "If you can block my ten punches, you are worthy of my seriousness."

A flash of sharpness flashed in Xin Jue's eyes, "Seriously? Be serious. If you don't take my sword seriously, you may lose your life on the spot!"

Thunder break!

Without a word of nonsense, Xin Jue took a step forward, and when she took this step, purple electric light filled her body. The whole person is bathed in electric light, and the sword potential derived from it fills the air, and it explodes with crackling electric flowers.

With a flick of the wrist, the electric light flickered, and the dazzling sword glow carried a shocking coercion. Like a thunderstorm that fell from the sky, it broke through the clouds and fell.

clang clang clang clang...

The purple electric sword glow, which seemed to break through the layers of clouds and mist, was extremely fierce and suppressed it towards Han Gang. In an instant, in the center of Qiongtai Hall, except for this sword light, it was pitch black, which made people speechless.

"What a powerful thunder swordsmanship!"

"This thundering swordsmanship, I am afraid that it is close to the peak of completion... It is indeed a super-spiritual swordsmanship."

"The power of this sword is much stronger than that of the elders of the Purple Palace."

The exclamations from all directions sounded, and Lin Yun's heart was also moved. It's a pity that the gap in cultivation is too big, and there is not enough real Yuan support, and the difference in prestige is too big.

Lin Yun was a little fortunate now that it was correct not to choose this thunder swordsmanship. With his cultivation, no matter how high his savvy was.

I'm afraid, it can't create such a terrifying prestige, the Shuiyue Sword Law is completely different.

"Tips for carving insects!"

Han Gang kept accumulating True Yuan secretly, but he said so.

When Jianmang was about to fall completely, his legs were slightly bent, like a towering mountain peak, and he punched out.

Clang!

The fists and swords collided, making a crisp sound, and the purple electric sword glow seemed to have a slight crack.

But the sword was still there, the thunder shook the sky, fell from the sky, and still suppressed it mercilessly.

Han Gang's face became a little gloomy, and he suddenly shouted angrily: "The wrath of the demon!"

There was a loud noise in the body, and the Buddha's might all over his body burned up, like a volcano erupting, igniting a sky-high flame.

Click!

The suppressed swordsmanship was finally broken under his body as a mountain and the burning Buddha's might.

But this sword also forced out all of Han Gang's cards.

"Burning Fowei?"

Lin Yun looked at this moment, the flames filled his body and Han Gang, whose aura was trembling, was slightly shocked in his heart. The background of Xuan Tianzong is indeed powerful. In addition to Dragon Tiger Fist, there are so many secret techniques.

"My secret technique was originally planned to be performed in the Dragon Gate Competition at the end of the year. Xin Jue, you are enough to be proud of you for being able to force me into such a situation."

With one punch, Xin Jue was forced to retreat, and Han Gang was like a rainbow, rushing forward. Dozens of punches, in an instant, like a violent storm, all poured out toward Xin Jue.

Xin Jue had a sword in his hand, and he didn't give in half a step, the sword shot like electricity. In the turbulent lightning flashes, it looks like the prototype of a wandering dragon, soaring up and down, stirring up shocking waves.

"Destroying Demons, Xin Jue, defeat me!"

In the wild shouts, Han Gang shattered the ground with one foot and rose into the air. Raise your hand and punch, and the flames of Buddha's might condense into a ferocious magic weapon, the King Kong Devil's Pestle!

There were circles of scriptures wrapped around the instrument, densely packed and glowing with golden light. During the rotation, there is the chanting of the Buddha's voice, which is shocking, making people feel restless and uncomfortable.

Han Gang was extremely confident about this punch, and he fought with his elders in the sect.

This trick used to force back the elders who had crossed the Zifu realm, Buddha's mighty flames, King Kong's demons, and slash!

"Innocent!"

Xin Jue snorted coldly, and in the thunder and lightning sword stance, the rudimentary shape of the soaring dragon suddenly shone brightly, almost condensing into shape.

At first glance, it looks like a thunder and lightning dragon, ferocious and terrifying, roaring again and again.

"The sky is thundering, and the sword transforms into a dragon!"

The voice fell, and the thunder and lightning mad dragon was infused with true essence, and it grew wildly, and it was more than ten feet long in the blink of an eye. Surrounding Xin Jue, dense dragon scales began to appear on the dragon's body, the dragon's claws broke free one by one, a single horn was born on the top of the head, and the eyes were bright.

The dragon roared, accompanied by the majestic sword stance, and greeted the fierce magic weapon formed by the condensed flames of the fist.

"Is this the strength comparable to the son-level? It's terrible..."

"Xin Jue and Han Gang's strengths are already so terrifying, so how strong should the real Eighth Young Master be?"

"It's really too strong. It's no wonder that in the past, the existence of the princess banquet would not really take action. Only the Dragon Gate Competition can afford their stage."

The terrifying vision of the two ultimate moves made the disciples of the major sects tremble with fear, and gave birth to the meaning of incomparable.

It is really unimaginable that the tenth level of Xuanwu's cultivation can display such amazing power.

Everyone's eyes stared at the center of the hall, lest they miss any clues.

I desperately want to know who will laugh at the end of this fight.

Bang!

When the two ultimate moves really collided, the sound of the explosion caused the Qiongtai Hall to tremble slightly.

Click!

Under the impact of the thunder and lightning mad dragon, the Buddhist artifact appeared in the slightest crack. The next moment, the crack continued to spread and expand, and it was about to fall apart.

"Claw down!"

Han Gang cursed in his heart, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and his fists dissipated.

Suddenly, the momentum changed wildly, and the claws of the Buddha's light filled the neck of the Thunder Dragon.

Hiss!

The Thunder Dragon seemed to let out a painful roar under this claw, and the hissing sound from the thunder and lightning flashes made people palpitate.

"Break it for me!"

In the roar, Han Gang claws out together, tearing the thunder and lightning dragon apart, turning it into countless broken electric lights.

"At the end of the strong crossbow, what if it is broken, half a stroke of the dragon can still defeat you."

Xin Jue's face was indifferent, while his long hair fluttered, a sword stabbed out, and in the incomplete You Long Sword, an electric light rushed out with lightning speed.

Bang!

Han Gang spat out blood and was knocked out by the shock. Xin Jue took three steps back and put his sword back into its sheath.

Looking at the other party coldly, he said, "You are defeated!"

Han Gang's face paled slightly, and he was determined to fight again, but the sword strength remaining in his chest was filled with a faint electric light, and his whole body became a little stiff.

"Come back first, Han Gang."

The bald-headed elder looked extremely ugly, called Han Gang back, and snorted: "What if you win now, the Dragon Gate Competition, if you can win, you can be considered the real winner!"

A bright light flashed in Xin Jue's eyes, and he said proudly, "Then let's see, but my opponent has never been Han Gang. Young Master Yunzhen and Young Master Liushang of your faction are my real opponents."

As soon as this statement came out, it caused a burst of uproar again.

"Could it be that Xin Jue hasn't done his best yet?"

"It's very likely that, given his position in Jiange, he should have practiced secret techniques. From beginning to end, he only used the Thunder Sword Technique, but Han Gang was forced to play several hole cards in a row."

"Lingxiaojian Pavilion seems to not be underestimated. At the end of the year, there are strong players like Xin Jue in the Dragon Gate competition. Lin Yun and Bai Lixuan, who grew up three years later, are two evildoers again!"

A faint smile appeared on Elder Luo Feng's face, Lin Yun and Xin Jue were both very competitive, and they finally saved the face of Jiange.

"The High Heaven Sword Pavilion will definitely win this battle."

Princess Fenghua whispered, Xin Jue folded her hands and clasped her fists, and returned to her seat.

This battle was too intense, and after the end, the atmosphere in the hall had not yet completely eased. After half a sound, only one person fell down, with a good temperament, holding a long gun and falling steadily.

It's him?

Lin Yun looked at this person and looked familiar, and after a little recollection, he remembered. It was Lin Lan of the Lin clan. He had lost to himself in the task of escorting Bai Qiushui that day.

There was some hatred between the two, but if he hadn't seen this person, Lin Yun would have long since forgotten about it.

Doubt flashed in Cao Jie's eyes in Qin Tian Academy, is this guy going to attack Lin Yun himself?

He shouldn't be so bold.

"Hunyuanmen Zuoyun, dare to fight me?"

Lin Lan's eyes swept away and fell on Zuo Yun in Hunyuan Sect.

Seeing Bai Yu's defeat before, he naturally didn't dare to trouble Lin Yun again, but the princess always had to show her face at the banquet. The rising star of the various sects, Lin Yun is not easy to deal with, Bai Yu has been abandoned, and Si Xueyi is not easy to deal with.

After much deliberation, only Zuo Yun, a soft persimmon, can be pinched a little.

Lin Yun's eyes flashed with surprise, he thought he would challenge himself, but he did not expect to find Zuo Yun.

It's interesting, but it's not bad to take this opportunity to see Zuo Yun's current strength.

Zuo Yun was expressionless, got up and said, "You are quite picky."

Lin Lan smiled and shouted in a deep voice: "Stop talking nonsense, come to fight quickly, and see how I can break your Primordial Sect's Dragon Elephant Fighting Body Art!"

With his wild python marksmanship, he opened and closed, fierce and domineering. With the Lin Family Smoke and Water Art, the breath is continuous, and it can be fought for a long time.

Hunyuan Sect is also one of the four major sects, a rising star who can defeat the opponent, there is no doubt that he will also become famous in Daqin because of this.

"I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you, I won't give you a chance to shoot at me!" Zuo Yunfei fell down, raised his sword and unsheathed it, and a sword intent rose into the sky. It is like a dragon that rises in the cold river of thousands of miles, and the prosperous sword intent makes everyone's eyes bright.