Xuanhuan: My practice is infinitely upgraded

"Next person!"

On the stage, Jiang Heng shouted.

"I come!"

Consciously having figured out Jiang Heng's way, another young man signed up and jumped onto the ring.

"Zhong Zimo, the ninth seat of Tianjianzong, come to fight!"

Jiang Heng waved his hand and said casually, "Come on!"

This contemptuous gesture made Zhong Zimo's face darken.

With a wave of his long sword, a fierce red sword energy shot out immediately, slashing at Jiang Heng's position from a distance.

"A mere sword energy wants to deal with me?"

Jiang Heng sneered, and slapped it casually with one hand.

The True Qi of the Xiantian Realm is released, although the killing distance and killing range are excellent.

But its lethality will be lost due to the transmission in the air, so it is obviously inferior to the true energy directly enveloped by the long sword.

Therefore, generally speaking, sword qi, knife qi and other attack methods formed by exhaling true qi are usually used to clean up miscellaneous soldiers, or as a supplement to fighting methods.

In the case that the real combat power is not much different, it is still mainly to fight each other at close range.

"Buzz!"

The moment the fierce sword qi struck Jiang Heng's palm, it suddenly disintegrated into light spots, and then completely dissipated into nothingness.

"Still too weak!"

Jiang Heng grinned, moved his body, and chased after Zhong Zimo who was about to move around him.

In just a split second, Jiang Heng had already caught up to the opponent, and punched him down without hesitation.

"So fast?"

Zhong Zimo's expression changed drastically.

He hastily raised the long sword, clenched his hands tightly, and slashed out.

Jiang Heng's fist didn't change at all, and he hammered straight on the blade.

"sulfuric acid!"

A strange and powerful force suddenly erupted in Zhong Zimo's body.

He couldn't help but his hands were weak, and his long sword collapsed and flew.

Everyone on the field could not help but stare wide-eyed, watching this scene in disbelief.

"How is it possible? How strong is that kid's physique?"

"Faced head-on with a treasure-level sword, it was unscathed, and Brother Zhong's sword was blown away."

"Isn't this kid too strong?"

The eight people in the viewing area also looked dignified.

This time, no one is absolutely sure.

Because of the opponent's strong physical defense, even the tenth seat can't break through the defense at all, who can guarantee that his explosive power can be much stronger than the tenth seat?
Not to mention defeating the opponent, even breaking the defense is a problem.

on the ring.

The moment when the long sword in Zhong Zimo's hand was blown away.

Jiang Heng's strength exploded directly in his body, and all the muscles and tendons were temporarily paralyzed and out of control, causing his body to fall into a momentary stiffness.

"Oops!"

Realizing that he couldn't control his body for a while, Zhong Zimo couldn't help but look horrified.

"This is the direct reason why Senior Brother Fang failed just now!"

Sure enough, just as he was worried, Jiang Heng took advantage of this moment to take another step forward.

The right fist moved forward again, hitting his chest.

He could clearly feel that his ribs were broken, his internal organs were damaged, and a huge force was acting on his body.

He couldn't help but spit out blood, and flew out backwards.

There was silence once again.

"Next person!"

Jiang Heng shouted again.

The audience below the ring turned their attention to the eight people in the spectator area, especially the young man with an indifferent expression in the lead—Wu Mingxuan.

The other seven people, including those in the spectator area, also silently looked at Wu Mingxuan.

Now that things have happened, no one dares to underestimate Jiang Heng any more.

Even the ninth and tenth seats were killed in seconds, and the others were very likely to fail when they took the stage.

As for the challenger of Da Luozong, his target was Wu Mingxuan, so there was no need for others to take the risk to play for him.

If you don't play, you can save some face.

Once defeated in the field, it will inevitably become a stepping stone for the opponent to become famous.

So, in this situation, you, Wu Mingxuan, should deal with it yourself!
No matter whether he can be defeated or not, at least let him consume, so that everyone can see the details of the other party, and only then can the round-the-wheel battle have the possibility of winning.

Yes, now everyone is not sure whether Wu Mingxuan can win.

After all, they are both in the top ten seats, so the strength gap between them is not that big.

If the tenth seat was insta-killed before, it might have been careless, then the insta-killing in the ninth seat just now can only be a manifestation of strength.

Jiang Heng definitely possesses the top strength of the Xiantian Realm!
Everyone watched.

Wu Mingxuan got up slowly.

"You are indeed a genius disciple of the Great Luozong. Since you have defeated the two and proved your strength, then I accept your challenge!"

He jumped up and landed opposite Jiang Heng.

The long sword was unsheathed, and he looked at Jiang Heng intently.

Same as everyone else's opinion, he didn't think he was sure of winning, so he must not underestimate the enemy in the slightest.

In particular, the opponent's paralyzing method made him quite afraid.

Every confrontation must be extremely cautious.

"You are Wu Mingxuan?"

"That's right!"

Jiang Heng smiled, hooked his hands casually, and said, "Come here!"

Wu Mingxuan was not angry at his gesture at all.

In evenly matched battles, mentality is one of the biggest factors affecting the battle situation.

With a wave of his long sword, a sharp red sword energy shot out through the air.

Jiang Heng moved his feet, facing the incoming sword energy, and rushed straight there, as if there was no obstacle in front of him.

He slapped his left hand casually, and the moment the sword energy landed on his palm, he tried to invade his body, but it couldn't penetrate into his skin at all, let alone penetrate into his body.

With one palm, the sword energy instantly disintegrated into fine red spots of light, and then turned into nothingness.

Jiang Heng's figure didn't stop at all, he continued to rush forward and punched out.

Wu Mingxuan had been prepared for a long time, and when there was no time to move, he was short and suddenly flashed to the left.

At the same time, the long sword shrouded in strong true energy slashed at Jiang Heng's side.

Wu Mingxuan's movements were extremely fast, his figure almost turned into a phantom.

And Jiang Heng's movements were not slow either. He missed a punch, turned around immediately, and grabbed down with his right hand.

A treasure-level long sword that was directly grasped and cut horizontally with a fleshy palm.

However, Wu Mingxuan drew back his sword at the first moment, stepped away again, and tried to attack from another direction, without giving Jiang Heng a chance to make direct contact.

The two tossed and turned in the arena, like two intertwined phantoms, silently entangled with each other.

The audience below talked a lot.

"This kid is too tough, with such a strong physique, the sword energy is completely ineffective for long-distance attacks, so he can only fight in close combat."

"But close combat has that kind of magical method, which can paralyze people and defeat the opponent in an instant."

"Even Senior Brother Wu can only roam and fight, and dare not collide with him head-on."

"The point is, his agility seems to be no less than that of Senior Brother Wu."

"With the cultivation base of True Qi Realm, to be able to achieve this level is considered unprecedented!"

"I heard he was only a teenager..."

"too frightening!"

The crowd no longer had the initial contempt, and some people began to feel Jiang Heng's strength and talent, but after all, Jiang Heng was an opponent, and it was impossible for everyone to praise him.