Situ Jin's figure floated up and slashed towards Jiao Yang with a sword.

Everyone clearly saw that a sword light several meters long was flying out from his long sword. There was also an electric light surrounding the thunder sound. When a sword came out, it was really windy and clouds surging.

Just as everyone was dumbfounded, Jiao Yang laughed and shouted loudly: "The first style of the Black Wind Destroying God Sword, Black Wind Killing God!"

There was also a shiny steel knife in his hand. As his steel knife swung it forward, a black sword light also shot out from the tip of his sword, just in time to collide with the sword light that Situ Jin slashed over.

Another "bang" sound, the sword and sword lights shattered.

Jiao Yang and Situ Jin each floated backwards, but it was obvious that Situ went further away and Jiao Yang went closer.

This result is not surprising. After all, Situ Jin is only in the late stage of the Grand Master, while Jiao Yang is in the peak stage of the Grand Master.

But Situ Jin never refused to admit defeat. He knew he would make the final struggle even though he was defeated.

"The second potential of the electric light wind and thunder sword, the power grid thunder boom!"

With another roar of Situ Jin, his long sword instantly drew countless lightnings, intertwined into a large flashing net, falling towards Jiao Yang.

"The fifth style of the Black Wind Destroying God Sword, Black Wind Breaks the Clouds!"

Jiao Yang shouted clearly, his figure flew into the sky and slashed towards the large net woven by lightning.

The big net looked brilliant and dazzling, but Jiao Yang slashed out and suddenly broke a big hole.

Situ Jin closed his sword and had to retreat again.

Jiao Yang was unreasonable and waved the steel knife and shouted: "You can also take my sword! The second style of the Black Wind Destroying God Sword, Black Wind Rolling!"

He swung out with a knife, and it was indeed intertwined into rolling waves of swords, rolling upward towards Situ Jin.

The two of them developed their unique skills in their lives, one sword faster than one sword, and one sword faster than one sword.

The sword light collides with the sword light, and the sword light intertwines.

The audiences all opened their eyes. Even the disciples of Dixuan Sect gradually forgot to cheer, but just stared at the two figures fighting in the field. Seeing the sword energy and the shadows of swords filled, everyone held their breath, for fear of missing the most exciting sword move.

"The skills they practiced were not the same as each other, but unfortunately Situ Jin was finally down a small level!"

The four earthly land masters watching the battle from a high altitude inevitably made a brief comment.

And the comment from the leader of Guiyun can be said to be very pertinent.

Dixuan Sect and Tianji Sect are of the same kind and origin, and the skills they practice are not much different in the final analysis. Jiao Yang and Situ Jin's talent and qualifications are not the same. In the end, they can only compete in the level of realm.

The head of Tianji had a gloomy face and said nothing.

But the head of Di Xuan laughed and felt very contented.

"I think your great disciple of Tianji Sect will definitely lose! Do you really want to bet on the boy named Meng?"

The head of Di Xuan asked Youran.

The head of Tianji sneered and said, "So what if I bet all my hopes on the boy named Meng? If you don't care about him at all, you won't quietly persuade him to join your Dixuan Sect just now!"

When the head of Di Xuan heard that he had broken the window paper, his face was inevitably a little bad. He could only hum heavily and stopped talking.

The battle situation below was already very clear. Even though Situ Jin exerted the power of the Lightning Wind and Thunder Sword to a full extent, he was a small level lower than Jiao Yang.

If he replaced other opponents, such a small gap in his realm would be nothing to Situ Jin, and he could win over the top.

But Jiao Yang's talent and qualifications are not inferior to him at all. It is simply a delusion to think that he will win higher than the level in front of Jiao Yang.

"The Thirty-Two Style of the Black Wind Destroying God Sword, Demon Wind Thousand Slash!"

With Jiao Yang shouting again, his sword transformed into countless sword shadows, and each sword shadow cast a nearly ten-meter-long sword light, carrying the momentum of thunder, slashing towards Situ Jin overwhelmingly.

Situ Jin was shocked and had to use a unique move from the Lightning Wind and Thunder Sword to swing towards the countless sword shadows.

"Clang clang clang clang clang clang" sounded, and the sword light stopped as soon as it hit. A figure retreated several steps backwards, while the other figure retreated for more than ten steps in a row, and finally a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Looking closely, Jiao Yang took a few steps back.

And it was Situ Jin who opened his mouth to vomit blood.

At this time, Situ Jin was extremely embarrassed. Not only did he dishevel his hair, but his clothes were also covered with blood marks on his face and body, which was obviously very injured.

Jiao Yang was also a little embarrassed, but his clothes were at least intact, and there were only three or five scars on his face.

"The eldest brother is mighty! The eldest brother is invincible!"

"The elder brother is extremely powerful in the world, and Tianji Sect is defeated!"

...

After a brief silence, tsunami-like cheers erupted around the square again.

The other sects in the stands were all relieved, and they couldn't help but pat their chests, glad that the dust finally settled. There was no need to do so as before, as the two sides fought fiercely, their hearts also showed ups and downs.

On the one hand, I couldn't help but recall the earth-shaking and wonderful fight just now, and I wish I could watch it from beginning to end.

As for the contestants of Tianji Sect and Dixuan Sect on the top floor of the stands, they were clearly divided into joy and sorrow.

The people in Dixuanmen are naturally full of energy and radiant faces.

The people from Tianji Sect, whether the elders or the participating disciples, all looked as if they were devastated.

But the two elders of Dixuanmen also need to add fuel to the fire and insert a knife into their hearts.

"Oh, I said Elder Yuan, Elder Lin, is this your strongest disciple? It's so embarrassing. Look, you're not covered in your clothes. Hurry up and let him come up and change his clothes!"

You're so angry that you hear this.

Elder Yuan almost vomited blood, and Elder Lin also gritted his teeth.

But what can I do? If I lose, I will lose. It is in public and I can't accept it.

Heimu stood up and wanted to leap down to take over Situ Jin and Jiao Yang for another battle, but Situ Jin roared: "I will not lose, I will never lose!"

Suddenly, he spurted out another mouthful of blood, but his entire aura quickly increased and he quickly broke through to the peak of the Grand Master.

"Oh my God, this senior brother from Tianji Sect actually broke through at the last minute?"

"It shouldn't be true. He seemed to have used the Blood Burning Secret Method or something!"

...

Amid the loud noise, Lu Jie and Tu Rong, Dixuanmen, looked ashen.

Lu Jie sneered and said, "Okay, I really want to die. He actually used the secret method of burning blood to consume his essence and barely improve his realm. Wouldn't he be afraid of losing his life after a battle?"

"If you don't accept it, you can also let your disciples use the secret method of burning blood!"
Chapter completed!