After the fierce battle, everything finally calmed down.

The demon-suffering Arhat was penetrated by the Jinque sword energy, and with the Jiuer Zen Staff falling on the fighting platform, he fell down.

Although Xuan Yangzi was only swept by the sword light, he was on his stomach.

Xuan Yangzi quickly retreated and looked down. He looked so scared that his face turned pale.

A hole was cut horizontally on my stomach, and blood surged out, even my intestines flowed out.

He hurriedly used wood-type magic to heal his wounds. Unfortunately, magic is not a life-saving pill, and this kind of injury is no longer something his magic can treat.

Xuan Yangzi sat directly on the ground, dying, staring at Yan Fei with fear in his eyes.

Liu Zhengxiong's injuries were relatively mild, and he was hit by a sword on his left shoulder and a sword on his left leg.

The sword on his left shoulder improved slightly by Xuan Yangzi's treatment. The sword on his left leg made him dare not act rashly.

He lame his legs, holding the Breaking Knife in his hand, staring at Yan Fei, trembling all over his body, and his eyes were filled with fear and incredibility.

At the center, Yan Fei stood with his head held high.

Behind him was a striking knife, more than a foot long, his flesh had been turned up, and blood was quickly soaking his back.

There were even wounds on the left arm that looked numb to the scalp.

The damage caused by the Qiansi whisk sprint is no worse than the one behind the scenes.

Yan Fei stood proudly, and with the resilience in his bones, he endured the inhuman pain.

Everyone watched this scene and held their breath.

Nangong Yurou grabbed Nangong Yudie's hands and exerted force subconsciously, and grabbed Nangong Yudie's hands blue, while Nangong Yudie seemed to have no feeling, staring at the fighting platform in a daze.

"This, this..., this kid is really cruel." Liu Junxie muttered secretly.

Liu Zhenglong beside him frowned.

"What a strong resilience. This kid's potential and ruthlessness are so terrible. If he were not apart from him, the future would definitely be a big problem for our Liu family."

"Dad, this incident may be..." Liu Junxie leaned into Liu Zhenglong's ear and whispered.

"The outcome doesn't matter. The key now is your fourth uncle's safety."

"Uncle Fourth, Uncle Fourth."

If Liu Zhenglong didn't mention it, Liu Junxie had long forgotten about this matter. He had only one thought in his mind, to defeat Yan Fei, kill Yan Fei, and marry Nangong Yurou.

Most people are filled with excitement.

Many people have even forgotten their position.

Yan Fei used his practical actions to stimulate the passion in everyone's heart.

One against three, facing the three immortals, martial arts and Buddhas, one person and one sword, and with the age of less than twenty, one person killed, one person seriously injured, and one person slightly injured.

What's even more shocking is.

The wound that made people look numb and failed to make Yan Fei bend his back.

He stood proudly on the fighting stage, letting blood dye his battle robe red and let severe pain hit his whole body.

Few people can truly understand that what Yan Fei is fighting is not severe pain or scar, but the so-called fate.

"No name, no name..."

“Good, unnamed, great.”

"Have you all forgotten? If he wins, you will lose."

"Hey, I can't care about that much. Today I'm worth it, and it's worth it if I lose. At a young age, I can be so bloody. I'm a man."

On the fighting stage, Liu Zhengxiong looked at the dead Demon-Suppressing Arhat, then looked at Xuan Yangzi who was dying on the other side. His hand holding the knife was trembling.

The fear in his heart made him instinctively take a few steps back.

At this moment, he just wanted to stay away from Yan Fei.

He finally felt a little regretful. Today, he shouldn't have been on this fighting stage.

"The Demon-Suppressing Arhat."

Liu Zhengxiong shouted, without any response.

He called Xuan Yangzi again.

Xuan Yangzi only said two words, but his head tilted and his breath disappeared.

"No, I, I don't want to die."

Now only him and Yan Fei are left.

When he fights again, even if he has the power to fight, Yan Fei is not seriously injured after all, but he is already afraid.

Without fighting? Could it be that you just keep going so shameless?

That would be worse than death.

Death is still worse than death, and Liu Zhengxiong is trapped in a strong contradiction.

Yan Fei ignored him. At this moment, he also felt like he had just walked back on the brink of death.

"The Immortal Sword Body is indeed strong. If it weren't for the Immortal Sword Body, this sword or Xuan Yangzi would probably have killed me at once. Unexpectedly, as my cultivation level improves, the strength of the Immortal Sword Body is also increasing." Obviously, the injuries he suffered were much lighter than expected.

At that moment, Yan Fei was fighting desperately.

The result doesn't seem to be that serious.

He glanced at the corpse of the Demon-Fuhan Arhat and shook his hand gently. The Mingsha Evil Sword was inserted into the corpse of the Demon-Fuhan Arhat. The blood of the Demon-Fuhan Arhat's corpse was lost and quickly shriveled.

At the same time, Yan Fei began to turn the sword essence in the Jade Wood Sword Vein.

The sword element that surged out of the Jade Wood Sword Vein had strong healing ability. In addition, the immortal sword body itself had extremely strong recovery power, and the wound behind Yan Fei was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The flesh and flesh turned up gradually closed, and in a short while, the knife marks behind them completely disappeared.

The injury on the arm is a bit troublesome, but it is gradually recovering.

This recovery speed is no less than that of the wood-type magic used by Xuan Yangzi.

In just a hundred breaths, Yan Fei moved his muscles and bones.

Liu Zhengxiong, who thought he could fight again, could not see the recovery of Yan Fei's injury behind him, but he saw Yan Fei move freely.

"You, you were hit by my Air Breaking Sword, and you were fine?" Liu Zhengxiong's tone was full of incredible.

Liu Zhengxiong took another step back.

"No, I don't believe it. Do you know the consequences if you killed Xuan Yangzi and the Demon-Fuing Arhat?"

Yan Fei sneered, he didn't want to say anything.

Taking a slow step, Yan Fei walked towards Liu Zhengxiong, his eyes filled with the breath of death.

Every step touched Liu Zhengxiong's heart.

At the same time, Liu Zhenglong, who was watching the battle from a distance, became anxious.

"Hurry, stop him quickly. Zhengxiong is from our Liu family. How can he die on the fighting stage, let alone at the hands of Yan." Liu Zhenglong anxiously said to Nangong Hongwu.

Nangong Hongwu didn't show anything on the surface, but in fact he was very pleased.

All the people in the Nangong family feel this way.

Nangong Hongwu looked at Liu Zhenglong slowly and said, "Brother Zhenglong, this is a martial arts arena. The Liu family also has its own martial arts arena. We should know the rules. We cannot interfere with both sides on the fighting stage unless they get off the fighting stage."

As soon as he finished speaking, Nangong Yurou continued, "Yes, rules are rules, and no one can change them."
Chapter completed!