"Um?"

Wang Xuan's pupils shrank.

He also didn't expect Lu Chen to be able to hold a sword between his fingers.

This strength and confidence far exceeded his expectations.

Of course, he was not afraid, but his fighting spirit surged.

The stronger the opponent, the more excited he is.

"return!"

Wang Xuan shook one hand.

The long sword suddenly retracted from Lu Chen's fingertips like a spiritual snake.

"oh?"

Lu Chen was quite surprised.

Although he is facing the enemy with the same level of strength, it is really no small matter for the opponent to break free from his blockade.

"Be careful!"

"Next, let me show you my phantom sword technique!"

After Wang Xuan reminded him, he drew his sword again.

One sword stabs out and instantly turns into a hundred swords or a thousand swords.

Within a radius of three meters, there is a shadow of swords, even intertwined into a network.

It’s so overwhelming that it’s hard to tell what’s true and what’s false.

"It's actually a phantom sword technique! It seems that Wang Xuan is serious!"

"I heard that once the Phantom Sword Technique is unleashed, no one can stop it. This kid is probably doomed!"

"Kill, kill, kill! Kill him!"

There was a commotion in the audience.

Some people are surprised, some are worried, and some are adding insult to injury.

In full view of everyone, Lu Chen was quickly covered by the sword net.

In an instant, the two figures disappeared at the same time.

The entire arena was filled with the flickering light and shadow of swords.

It was so dizzying to see that one could not tell who was who.

Although there was no clue, everyone still couldn't take their eyes away.

Afraid of missing any wonderful moment.

Lu Chen, the dark horse, stole the show tonight, single-handedly defending Chen Xiangzhu's lineage.

He successively faced off against two masters ranked in the top ten of the battlefield.

Even if you lose in the end, it will be an honor even though you lose.

Three minutes later.

"Qiang Qiang Qiang..."

Accompanied by a sound of gold and iron clashing.

The sword shadow that filled the sky suddenly disappeared.

A figure flew back quickly as if it had been hit hard.

He didn't stop until he retreated to the edge of the ring.

Everyone took a closer look and found that the person flying back was indeed Wang Xuan!

Lu Chen, on the other hand, stood in the center of the ring, motionless, just like the first time.

"What happened? Who won?"

Everyone looked at each other in confusion, not knowing why.

Neither of them seemed injured.

It's just that one person's expression is solemn and the other person's expression is indifferent.

"Your Excellency is powerful and I am convinced. I will admit defeat in this arena match!"

After a long silence, Wang Xuan finally spoke.

"Admit defeat?"

As soon as these words came out, the whole place was in an uproar.

what's the situation?

Both of them were clearly standing calmly, with no winner in sight, so why did they admit defeat?

Wouldn't he be like the North Leg King who took money from the Cao family?

"Elder brother! What nonsense are you talking about? When did our Xuanwu Sect admit defeat? Kill that kid!"

After being stunned for a moment, Chen Bei immediately stood up and shouted.

"Shut up!"

Wang Xuan snorted coldly: "If you lose, you lose. Your skills are inferior to others. There is nothing you dare to admit!"
Chapter completed!