Chapter 112 Provoking the Powerful The coldness in Hua Tianqi's eyes fought Chen Xian with all his strength. Just like Xiahou Feng before, he was knocked away by Chen Xian each time after three full-strength attacks. The last time, his blood boiled and he almost vomited blood. "Is he so strong?" There was a solemn look in Hua Tianqi's eyes, then he admitted defeat and walked out of the arena. This is the end. Hua Tianqi had seven wins, one draw and one loss. Next was Xiahou Feng's appearance. His record was the same as Hua Tianqi's, seven wins, one draw and one loss. Then Yuwen Ye came on stage and started calling out names for a fight starting with Tang Can. Tang Can admitted defeat immediately and was too lazy to fight with Yuwen Ye. Yu Wen Ye could only call Yu Fengyan, and the two of them fought. It was obvious that Yu Fengyan was just going through the motions and finally admitted defeat. When it came to Shi Jian, he also went through the motions and admitted defeat, just like Yu Fengyan.
Yuwen Ye frowned. Shi Jian was able to defeat Zeng Xiu's men, but he was defeated by him? Not only did he lose to him, he also lost to Hua Tianqi and Xiahou Feng before, all of which were narrow defeats. Finally, Yuwen Ye called out Chen Xian's name. "You bastard, even though I can't beat you, since you have offended the Sixth Prince, someone will definitely deal with you..." Chen Xian didn't waste any words. He rushed over and knocked Yuwen Ye away with one palm. Yuwen Ye fell to the ground and vomited blood. "you……!" Yuwen Ye's face was filled with horror. He was about to scold Chen Xian, but when he saw Chen Xian's speed becoming even wilder, he immediately yelled, "I give up!" "Waste!" Chen Xian glanced at Yu Wen Ye coldly, then turned and walked out of the arena. "Chen, Xian!" Yu Wen Ye gritted his teeth. This was the first time in his life that he was called a waste. "You bastard, just wait for me!" Chen Xian didn't even turn his head: "Trash is trash!" Yu Wen Ye almost collapsed when he heard this. How could it be so humiliating? "Just wait for me, you bastard!" His eyes turned red with anger. Yuwen Ye won four and lost five, ending his individual battle. The competition continued, Zeng Xiu came on stage, and ended the individual battle with five wins and four losses. The fifth prince Ning Yan appeared on the stage, won six games and lost three, and was defeated by Chen Xian, Hua Tianqi and Xiahou Feng. Soon the seventh person was Lin Yuan, and he called Chen Xian first. "I admit, you didn't disappoint me!" Lin Yuan's eyes flickered slightly. He had gone to the Ninth Battalion and boasted a lot, but now he couldn't even save face.
Judging from Chen Xian’s current battle record, he can’t beat Chen Xian at all. "And then?" Chen Xian stared at Lin Yuan expressionlessly. Lin Yuan said coldly: "Although I can't beat you, this is just an individual battle. There is a team competition later. You may not be able to beat me. And I will get to the bottom of the matter of my cousin Wang Pei. He is a playboy, but this matter must be explained. If I find out that it was you who did it, I will have a way to deal with you!" "Stop talking nonsense and take action!" Chen Xian said coldly. Lin Yuan directly drew the knife from his waist and pointed it at Chen Xian. Chen Xian frowned slightly. After such a long competition, Lin Yuan was the first person to use weapons. He immediately drew out the cloud-patterned knife from his waist, and a cold light flashed. Chi! The two figures were like lightning, passing each other in an instant of collision. Lin Yuan had a look of disbelief on his face. With just one knife, his chest armor was cut open, and the knife energy rushed into his chest... and a mouthful of blood spurted out. He looked down at his chest, where there was a ten-centimeter-long knife wound. Blood was still flowing, injuring the flesh but not fatal. He did not admit defeat, but walked out of the stadium stubbornly, holding his chest. Xiong Baishan frowned slightly, then announced that Chen Xian won. The last two are Shi Jian and Tang Can. "Don't look at it, I'm not going to play!" Tang Can glanced at Shi Jian. Her ranking had already been announced, tenth place. Hearing this, Shi Jian narrowed his eyes slightly, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he stared at Chen Xian in the field. In the final battle, let him end Chen Xian’s life. "If you kill Pang Hao, you must pay with your life." Standing in front of Chen Xian, Shi Jian spoke to Chen Xian coldly in a voice that both of them could hear. Chen Xian had a blank expression on his face. It was obvious that the stone nuts were coming for him. However, the latter concealed his aura of cultivation, and we could only confirm that he was in the Spirit Infant Realm, but we didn't know what stage he was in. Just as he was thinking about it, he saw Shi Jian pulling out the long sword from his waist. Chen Xian's face darkened. The second person who used a weapon, Lin Yuan, was good at using a knife, while Shi Jian's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he wanted to kill him with a knife. interesting! Chen Xian raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and the cloud-patterned sword was unsheathed again, with a flash of cold light and surging wind and thunder. Shi Jian narrowed his eyes slightly. The power of wind and thunder? He clearly remembered that Chen Xian had the power of thunder and fire, so why did his sword technique become the power of wind and thunder? Xiahou Feng also raised his eyebrows slightly, "You have a lot of power?" Snow suddenly began to fall from the gloomy sky. Shi Jian's eyes were cold and ruthless. He took a deep breath and disappeared from the spot the next moment. The speed was so fast that everyone present exclaimed in surprise. Chen Xian also disappeared from the spot in an instant. boom! A hundred meters in the air, Chen Xian blocked Shi Jian in an instant, and the cloud-patterned knife in his hand slashed out a ten-foot-long knife shadow. The terrifying knife energy swept through, and the wind and thunder stirred.
Shi Jian's sword energy carried an icy attribute and merged with the snow floating between the sky and the earth. Each snowflake was like a sharp knife, sweeping along with the wind and thunder, rushing towards Chen Xian. The wind and snow are like tigers, and the wind and thunder are like dragons. "Is the Spirit Infant complete?" Chen Xian could tell Shi Jian's cultivation level with just one slash of his sword. The sword energy was powerful, but the force was less than five million Ding strength. boom! In an instant, the tiger-like wind and snow collapsed, and the wind, thunder and sword light rolled past, forcing Shi Jian to retreat hundreds of feet. Chen Xian said nothing and dodged another knife attack. Shi Jian's eyes flashed with cold light. With more than four million strength, he was actually no match for Chen Xian? "You hid your strength?" he roared. He had calculated the power that erupted when Chen Xian fought with Hua Tianqi and Xiahou Feng before, and it was at most three million Dingli, which was definitely not enough for him. However, at this moment, Chen Xian burst out with a strength of five million, which easily suppressed himself. With a loud bang, Shi Jian was knocked to the ground by Chen Xian's sword, creating a deep pit in the ground. Chen Xian swooped down, his figure as fierce as lightning. In an instant, he slashed out hundreds of swords, each of which hit Shi Jian's long sword. The last sword cut the long sword in Shi Jian's hand off. puff! The knife flashed, and Shi Jian's entire right arm was cut off by Chen Xian's knife. Blood spurted out, dyeing the white snow red. On the high platform, Pang De was stunned! "How is this possible!?" He roared. Shi Jian was a cultivation genius whom he had secretly cultivated, and he was at the perfect spiritual infant realm. How could he not be able to stop Chen Xian? "This...!" Xiahou Feng opened his mouth. Only then did he realize that Chen Xian had not used his full strength when fighting him. "Is this his true combat power?" Hua Tianqi also looked solemn. Fortunately, he did not have the impulse to target Chen Xian, otherwise he would have been in big trouble. "That bastard is so powerful?" Yu Fengyan was shocked. Only now did he understand that Chen Xian had shown mercy by not killing him. "Ahh...!" Shi Jian, whose right arm was broken on the field, held the broken arm with blood all over it and screamed in pain. Killing is not allowed in competitions, but there is no rule against injuring people. Shi Jian reacted instantly while screaming. Looking at Chen Xian who was rushing towards him again, he staggered back and yelled, "I give up, I give up...!" hum! The cold light instantly fell on his shoulder, and the terrifying wind-thunder sword light swept down, shattering the armor on his left arm. His cut left arm was full of wounds, and the bones were visible. If the sword energy had been any stronger, my left arm would have been cut off. Chen Xian slowly sheathed his sword, turned around and glanced at the platform where Pang De was, and spoke lightly: "waste!" (End of this chapter)