"I give up."
After going on stage and fighting with Yin Zhenghao for more than ten moves, Fang Hua decisively chose to admit defeat.
"Brother Fang, thank you for letting me."
Hearing Fang Hua admit defeat, Yin Zhenghao clasped his fists towards Fang Hua with a hint of gratitude.
He and Fang Hua are equally strong. If they fight with all their strength, both will suffer losses.
Therefore, when Fang Hua chose to admit defeat, he felt a little grateful in his heart.
"Zhao Han from the Five Tigers of Yuzhou, I appreciate your great skills."
A slightly plump young man jumped onto the stage, and with a fierce momentum like a tiger galloping through the mountains, he pressed towards Yin Zhenghao.
"please!"
Yin Zhenghao raised his sword slightly and said "please" with a serious expression.
He could tell from Zhao Han's aura that Zhao Han's strength was extraordinary.
"Tiger Leap!"
As soon as Yin Zhenghao said the word "please", Zhao Han opposite him launched an attack directly.
Vigorous spiritual power surged out from his body, and Yin Zhenghao raised his hand and slashed out with a stream of energy.
When facing an unknown opponent, it is better to test the waters first.
"roar!"
The tiger roared, and its tiger claws condensed by the罡气 slammed hard on the sword罡, dispersing the罡气 that Yin Zhenghao had slashed out.
"Yin family swordsmanship."
The murderous aura condensed on Yin Zhenghao's sword. Yin Zhenghao raised his hand and the dazzling sword light suddenly surged.
It turned into a perfect arc and headed towards Zhao Han's throat.
Zhao Han's lower body was very stable, and his arms were slightly thick, showing that he was very skilled in martial arts.
If he wanted to deal with Zhao Han, he had to go for Zhao Han's vital points.
"roar!"
The roar of a tiger sounded in his ears, and Yin Zhenghao felt the sword in his hand tighten.
Immediately afterwards, a huge tiger claw appeared in front of him and slapped him fiercely.
“Oh no!!!”
When the crisis came, Yin Zhenghao quickly twisted the sword and tried to take the sword out of Zhao Han's hand.
Unfortunately, Zhao Han's hands were extremely strong, and even though blood was dripping down the sword, Zhao Han still refused to let go.
Yin Zhenghao's swordsmanship was too dangerous. It was a risky move. Before Yin Zhenghao could make up his mind to kill him, Zhao Han could defeat Yin Zhenghao by exchanging injuries for injuries. This was the best way to deal with it that Zhao Han could think of.
"Bang!!!"
As the fists and palms collided, Yin Zhenghao took three steps back unwillingly, looking at the long sword held in Zhao Han's hand with a grim expression.
"I give up."
Sighing helplessly in his heart, Yin Zhenghao clasped his fists towards Zhao Han and chose to admit defeat.
When the sword left his hand, his strength dropped by 30%.
After taking a tiger claw attack from Zhao Han, his strength dropped by another 20%.
In his current state, he is no match for Zhao Han.
"Thank you!"
Handing Yin Zhenghao's sword back, Zhao Han quickly took out the golden wound medicine and sprinkled it on his palm.
Every point you can recover before the next challenger takes the stage counts.
"Your method doesn't seem to work. There's no deep hatred between them, so they won't kill easily."
On the high platform, a familiar voice sounded again in Wan Jianyi's sea of consciousness.
"I admit, I miscalculated a little."
Wan Jianyi frowned, glanced at the registration booklet in his hand, and said to Shadow, "I didn't expect that the Underworld and Heaven, two forces known as mortal enemies, would only have two people from the Underworld."
Shadow seemed a little anxious and said, "What should we do now? If we want to sacrifice blood to produce a Saint-level evil soldier, I'm afraid the blood sacrifice we have now is far from enough, right?"
“It’s definitely not enough.”
A sharp light flashed across Wan Jian's eyes, and he sent a message to Shadow, "Make some noise later. I want the Holy Soldier to be born early."
Shadow was stunned and said, "You want to use the 'holy soldiers' to cause them to fight?"
"certainly."
Wan Jianyi raised his lips slightly and transmitted his voice, "A divine weapon isn't enough to make them fight for this, but a holy weapon should be enough, right? As long as we demonstrate the power of the 'holy weapon' later, they will go crazy for it."
"Okay, I'll do as you say."
Shadow gritted his teeth and said, "I will release the remaining power of my domain into the weapon later. I hope you can keep your promise and let me become the spirit of the holy weapon."
"Don't worry, I don't want to make wedding clothes for others."
The corners of Wan Jianyi's mouth curled up again, as if some conspiracy had succeeded.
He sent a message to Shadow, "Only if you become the spirit of the Holy Weapon can I guarantee that it won't be taken away by anyone else. You and I are now tied to the same rope."
"Okay, I'll start then."
Under the circular platform, a blazing fire was burning.
In the middle of the underground fire, a huge furnace is suspended in the air, constantly absorbing the flames burning around it.
“Boom!”
The circular platform exploded, and the warrior who had just stepped onto the stage to challenge Zhao Han was blown to pieces along with Zhao Han.
"What happened? Why did the round platform explode?"
"What's going on? What happened?"
"Master Wan, what the hell are you doing at Wanjian Villa? Even a battle platform can be blown up."
The sudden scene instantly made the square lively.
Those who want to watch the fun watch the fun, while those who want to curse curse.
Only a few warriors frowned and looked towards the platform thoughtfully.
"Buzz!"
The furnace rose into the air, and a domain force suddenly spread out in all directions with the furnace as the center.
“This is… a field?!!”
"Holy Soldiers, they are truly Holy Soldiers!"
"Oh my god, my bet was right. Wanjian Villa really does have a holy weapon."
As the power of the domain came out, the few people who had been hiding in the dark moved instantly.
The first person to appear beside the stove was an old beggar who was over fifty years old. He was wearing a patched plain clothes and holding a dark green bamboo, which he was picking towards the top of the stove.
"Old beggar, how dare you!"
With a roar, a green sword appeared beside the stove and blocked the dark green bamboo.
"Wu Qingcheng, you old bastard are not dead yet!"
The bamboo was blocked, and the old beggar became furious.
He was almost able to obtain the Holy Weapon.
"Old beggar, you didn't show up when the Beggars' Sect was destroyed, so why are you jumping around now?"
Wu Qingcheng joked as he casually swung his sword to block the old beggar's bamboo.
"Wu Qingcheng, I'm not the only opponent you have right now. Are you sure you want to fight me?"
The old beggar waved his stick and knocked back the warrior who wanted to take advantage of the situation, then spoke to Wu Qingcheng in a serious manner.
"You guys are so free to chat at this time."
A snow-white jade palm appeared beside the stove, carrying a strong energy and slapping the top of the stove.
"My Snow Region Bai Family wants this holy weapon."
Just as the palm was about to hit the top of the furnace, a translucent sword appeared out of nowhere and blocked the palm.
"The Bai family of the Snow Region?"
Upon hearing the visitor's introduction, the owner of the hand's pupils suddenly shrank and he prepared to withdraw.
But then, a flash of anger flashed in her eyes, and she slapped the person who stopped her without hesitation.
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