The third slash of the Mad Dragon's Three Slashes was extremely powerful. The power of this slash could reach ten thousand jin, which was several times stronger than the first slash!
It was clear that Ye Fanchen gave Situ Ning a sense of danger. He skipped the first two strikes and directly used the third strike, giving Ye Fanchen a full powered strike.
Xuan Bing was sweating profusely and was extremely nervous. However, Ye Fanchen's face under the mask revealed a faint smile.
"How can my Luo Water Sword Technique be compared to these low level martial skills? No matter if it's the first strike or the second strike, it's like hitting a rock with an egg! "
Ye Fanchen did not stop. Instead, he rushed towards Xuan Bing at an even faster speed. For a moment, he turned into an afterimage.
No one dared to breathe at this moment.
This was without a doubt the most intense battle they had seen in the peak of the middle stage of the Step Dust Realm. The masked youth's mysterious sword technique and Situ Ning's third strike of the Mad Dragon Three Strikes!
This was something they had never seen in a battle between peak of the middle stage of the Step Dust Realm.
Who could win?
No one was confident.
The two were getting closer and closer.
Ten meters!
Eight meters!
Five meters!
Three meters!
One meter!
The two were facing off!
"Hong!"
A strange light flashed and a loud sound rang out as a figure was sent flying! He heavily fell out of the stage!
His upper body was bare! It was Situ Ning!
The number one peak of the middle stage of the Step Dust Realm, Situ Ning, actually lost!
The number one peak of the middle stage of the Step Dust Realm, Situ Ning, actually lost!
The number one peak of the middle stage of the Step Dust Realm, Situ Ning, who used his signature martial skill, actually lost!
Everyone was in an uproar.
Xuan Bing, who was below the stage, couldn't breathe! It was hard to tell whether she was happy or sad on her pale face.
When she regained her senses and looked at the stage, she couldn't help but take in a cold breath!
On the stage, the thousands of sword rays behind Ye Fanchen were still there! It was flying towards Situ Ning, who had been injured and had fallen outside the ring!
Situ Ning is dead for sure!
This was the only thought in Xuan Bing's mind.
If these tens of thousands of needle-like sword lights hit Situ Ning's body, he would die without a doubt!
The Martial Disciples in the audience also discovered this situation and were all speechless! Even if he wanted to cry out, he couldn't!
Just as these thousands upon thousands of sword lights were about to hit Situ Ning, a black figure suddenly flashed and directly blocked in front of Situ Ning!
It was the black-robed middle-aged man beside A White-bearded Old Man!
"Spirit Dragon Shield!"
The black-robed middle-aged man's eyes flashed. He shouted with a serious expression, as if he was facing a great enemy.
A second later, a huge black round shield appeared in front of him and clashed with the thousands of sword beams coming from Ye Fanchen!
Boom!
The two collided, instantly causing dust to fly everywhere, creating a loud noise that resonated through the sky.
The tens of thousands of sword rays finally dissipated at this moment.
As for the black middle-aged man, he slid back a few meters! He was sweating profusely!
Everything happened within a few seconds. The surrounding Martial Disciples were stunned for a full ten seconds before they could react. They looked towards the black-robed middle-aged man.
"Shi Hongtu! Deacon Shi! "
"Deacon Shi saved Situ Ning just now!"
"Deacon Shi is at the peak of the late stage of the Nuance realm! He was actually pushed back a few meters by that masked youth! That youth is only at the peak of the middle stage of the Step Dust realm! "
Everyone was astonished by this!
At this moment, Situ Ning, who had escaped because of Deacon Shi, struggled to get up. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and walked towards the stage.
Although his body was constantly swaying due to his injuries and could fall at any moment, his eyes were filled with bone-chilling killing intent.
"I'm going to kill you!" Situ Ning spat out these words with great difficulty through his bloody teeth.
He wanted to regain his lost face, but in the eyes of the Martial Disciples in the audience, he was overestimating himself and shameless.
"Forget it! If Deacon Shi didn't block that attack for you, you would have died without a complete corpse! "
"You overestimate yourself! Number one in the middle stage of the Step Dust realm? You're not worthy! "
"Get out of the Desert College! Shameless! "
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Under the ridicule of the crowd, Situ Ning didn't stop and continued walking towards the stage. But just as he was about to step onto the stage, he was sent flying by Xuan Bing!
"Arrogant? Who told you to look down on others! "
Xuan Bing said with disgust.
At this moment, Deacon Shi, who was dressed in a black robe, had already stepped onto the arena and walked towards the masked Ye Fanchen.
Everyone's gaze also fell on the masked Ye Fanchen.
Unlike before, everyone now looked at Ye Fanchen with a trace of reverence in their eyes.
Ye Fanchen's attack had completely shattered everyone's expectations of the peak of the middle stage of the Step Dust realm.
At this moment, Ye Fanchen was completely exhausted. He didn't even have the strength to hold his sword.
"Strange? Why does the Luo Water Sword Technique consume so much energy? "Ye Fanchen frowned and was puzzled.
He quickly found the reason.
In his previous life, when he used the Luo Water Sword Technique, he was already extremely strong. Thus, when he used the first move of the Luo Water Sword Technique, it was extremely easy.
But now, he was only a Martial Disciple at the peak of the middle stage of the Step Dust realm.
"How are you?"
A magnetic voice interrupted Ye Fanchen's thoughts. Ye Fanchen raised his head and saw a middle-aged man wearing a black robe. At this moment, the middle-aged man's eyes were filled with admiration.
This body contained the memories of this black-robed middle-aged man.
He was a deacon of the Desert College, called Shi Hongtu.
"I'm alright. Where's my demon core?" Ye Fanchen struggled to lift his sword and replied.
Hearing this reply, Shi Hongtu smiled awkwardly. This youth was really honest. The first thing he said to him was where the demon core was.
Xuan Bing didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"In the arena's public office. It's all yours." Shi Hongtu smiled and said.
He admired this youth. Looking at the youth's appearance, he shouldn't be a disciple of a noble family. Everyone's strength was obtained through their own hard work.
This kind of person was worthy of respect.
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At this moment, there was a commotion in the audience.
"I recognize that sword! Previously, Song Hai bought this sword! "
This was a Martial Disciple who saw Song Hai buy the Violet Sun Sword. The battle was too intense and he didn't see it clearly. Now that the battle was over, he saw the sword clearly.
Everyone exclaimed as they looked at the masked youth in the arena. Suddenly, they realized something.
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