072 The old one is coming

The competition platform is already tattered.

When the dust fog dissipated, the crisp sound of "Ding Dingdangdang" sounded. It turned out to be the sound of the purple moon sword that could not withstand the huge force and suddenly burst into pieces and collided with the solid iron stone.

In the end, the only thing left in Ling Xiao's hand was the hilt of the sword!

And Ling Xiao's hand is still dripping blood!

And the simple and dark epee is still intact!

"Ah!" Thousands of disciples around me ignored the pain on their bodies and looked straight at the competition stage. They were shocked...

"How can it be? Brother Ling Xiao's purple moon sword is a middle-grade magic weapon. How can it break up like an ordinary sword? Could it be that the sword in Lin Yun's hand is of higher quality than the purple moon sword?

"This Lin Yun actually blocked Brother Ling Xiao's attack! Unexpectedly, it blocked..."

"What martial arts does he use? What grade is it? It's not a prefecture-level, is it?"

The shock in their hearts made them full of regret for contempt for Chu Nan. Such a powerful person, who can resist Ling Xiao's attack, can they defiant? In the eyes of many disciples, looking at Chu Nan, they began to flash with awe!

When the disciples of the artifact school exclaimed the impossible, Ling Xiao kept thinking about the impossible in his heart, "The purple moon sword is broken, I was injured, I was injured by this person..."

The original white clothes have all been turned into rags, hanging on the body in wisps, and the whole body was full of blood, embarrassed, and the corners of his mouth were full of blood. Ling Xiao's eyes flashed with shock, panic, horror, and an unbelievable color. Ling Xiao was proud that the ninth type of Jin Yuanxuanzhan, the martial art of pressing the bottom box, was actually defeated by such a person. His eyes were full of murder, "I haven't lost yet, I haven't lost yet!" I want to kill..."

At this moment, he didn't think about how Chu Nan defeated him at all. He had only one idea to kill Chu Nan, kill him for revenge, and kill him to vent his anger!

Ling Xiao wanted to take a step forward, but his right foot could be raised, and he spit out a mouthful of blood. Then, he fell to the ground and was unconscious.

And Chu Nan has put the epee deep into the competition platform. His body leaned on the heavy sword and stood straight, and the blood at the corners of his mouth dripped into a line. The second type of Kaitian, which was changed, emptied Chu Nan's body. All the power, all the strength, he was extremely weak!

However, all of this is worth it. The power of the second type of Kaitian has been verified, and it can resist Lingxiao's Jin Yuanxuanzhan Type 9. He has intuition that if the power in his body is sufficient to defeat Jin Yuanxuanzhan Type 9, it will be an easy task!

Chu Nan's injury was also very serious. A terrible sword mark extended from his left shoulder to his left leg. Through the bloody wound, it was enough to see the white bones. He felt that life was like a candlelight, swaying in the wind. The pain made him feel that his whole body was about to fall apart, and the pain was numb, The light is also full of pain.

However, even at this time, Chu Nan gritted his teeth and his eyes were extremely deep. With his tenacious will, he gathered every trace of strength, quenched, practiced...

Life is endless, and practice is endless!

On the stage, one person is standing, and one person has fallen. Whoever wins or loses, you will know at a glance!

"Ah? Defeated, Brother Lingxiao was defeated!" A voice sounded, and everyone was silent. Brother Ling Xiao, who was originally extremely strong in their hearts, was knocked down.

"Dumb...zi..." Zi Menger was a little happy and more surprised when she saw the straight figure. Although she had seen the power shown by Chu Nan's first type of Kaitian, Zi Menger did not think that Chu Nan would beat Ling Xiao. However, Ling Xiao fell down at this time.

That kind of inexplicable affection once again climbed into Zi Menger's heart, "I should like such a person!"

At this time, a figure fell directly on the stage from the air. He quickly squatted down and said in a panic, "Kouer, Xiaoer..." While shouting, he stuffed the two elixir pills into Lingxiao's mouth, and then put his palm on Lingxiao's chest, shining with a faint blue light, so

I don't know what these two pills are made of. The effect is amazing. After only a few breaths, Ling Xiao woke up. The old man in Xuanyi hurriedly said, "Are you better? Who is it? Who hurt you like this?"

"Master...Master..." Ling Xiao said weakly, and then looked at Chu Nan viciously and pointed to him, "Yes... he, he... wants to... kill... me..."

"Okay, okay." The old man in Xuanyi looked at Chu Nan, "What a bold man, if you dare to kill my grandson, then I will kill you!"

Hearing this, Chu Nan's eyes were unyielding. He wanted to draw his sword and fight again. He thought to himself, "Who wants to kill me, no matter who he is, he has to pay the price!"

Just when the old man Xuanyi was about to do it, a fiery red figure stood in front of Chu Nan and shouted, "Grandpa..."

This figure is a purple dream!

"Meng'er, get out of the way!"

"Grandpa, Lin Yun didn't kill him. They just compete, and they can't avoid injury..."

"Purple Dreamer, get out of the way, or don't blame me for being rude to you!" The old man in Xuanyi hooked his nose was high and rumble, with a gloomy light in his eyes.

Zi Menger was still not afraid and said loudly, "Elder, do you want to kill a martial artist who is only a great martial artist as the king of martial arts?"

As soon as he said this, a cold light flashed in the eyes of the old man in Xuanyi, and the disciples around him whispered. Most of them were dissatisfied with the old man in Xuanyi. Zi Menger still said unsistently, "According to the elder's meaning, only your grandson can beat others, and others can't In this way, Le Zheng, who was seriously injured, should also kill your grandson?

Zi Menger pointed to Le Zheng next to him. At this time, Le Zheng's heart was very happy, because Ling Xiao was defeated. But when the old man in Xuanyi's eyes swept over him, Le Zheng suddenly seemed to fall into the ten-thousand-year-old ice cellar, trembling, and the power of the king of

The old man in Xuanyi really couldn't find anything to refute, but he didn't want to let go of Chu Nan, who had seriously injured his grandson. He said to Zi Menger, "Meng'er, Lingxiao is your fiance. How can you help others talk?"

"That's what you decided, and I didn't promise. What's the matter to me?"

Hearing this, Ling Xiao's eyes were even more vicious. A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind and said, "Master... Master, he... is not... a disciple of our... artifact school."

"Eh?" The old man in Xuanyi was just a gentle cold snorting, and the air around him seemed to have dropped dozens of degrees and condensed into ice. "It's not a disciple of my artifact, but it hurts my artifact. When I am beheaded, there is no mercy!"