The Japanese people were so angry that they were almost on the edge of the outbreak. Otherwise, there would have been someone who would have come up to beat Su Yun.

Su Yun looked like a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water, which made the three Japanese people run away and roll their eyes. The sparks slowly dissipated in the air.

Seeing this, the three of them all looked at Su Yun.

Su Yun quickly spread his fingers and pointed at the flame in his palm and said, "Do you still have to do it? There are so many Mars in me!"

Finally, eight people from Japan supported each other and ended up dejectedly. Duanmu Chan laughed and stood up: "This is the end of the competition for the younger generation! This Su Yun is the religious view of our Guoan tribe and the disciple of the Sword God."

Su Yun pulled the corner of his mouth, and he saw that more than a dozen gazes fell on him in the instant. So Su Yun glared at Duanmu Chan and prepared to go to the scene.

But at this moment, the old man in the Japanese side spoke: "Since he is the disciple of the Sword God, he should be able to challenge the next competition, right?"

Duanmu Chan smiled and said, "Yes, please give me some advice."

"My friend Su Yun, please stay!"

The old man said to Su Yun, but Su Yun said lightly: "I consumed too much just now and needed a rest. You guys continue, I'll challenge you later."

The people in Japan suddenly looked ugly as if they had eaten shit. They stared at Su Yun as if they wanted to swallow Su Yun alive. But Su Yun did not respond to these at all, making the Japanese feel like they were hitting their fists on the cotton.

After Su Yun came out, the older generation of China and Japan were the competition. Almost all the masters who played in the field had five stages, and they also had wins and losses. However, compared to Su Yun's previous competition, the ones behind did not look so exciting.

As the person involved, Su Yun not only did not rest, but was holding his two wives and talking with relish.

"Look at that old man is going to lose!"

"Oh, I've already slashed the other party with one sword, I'll lose if I keep my hand!"

"This boxing technique is good, but unfortunately there is not enough spiritual energy!"

"Do you think this Japanese man looks like a monkey?"

The entire competition venue was filled with Su Yun's unrestrained voice, as well as the occasional laughter from Liu Yuan and Tang Ruxue.

"Water Blood Knife, come to ask the chief instructor of Guo'an's headquarters for advice!"

Suddenly, a voice broke Su Yun's words. Su Yun frowned and looked at the guy with a blood knife in the field and asked, "Are you the strongest person from you from Japan this time?"

Blood Knife shook his head for no reason, so he saw Su Yun curling his lips and said with disgust: "I won't fight you. Zheng Yu, go and clean him up."

Everyone's faces became extremely wonderful, and Zheng Yu actually said ok and ran out.

Blood Knife's face turned darker and he stared at Zheng Yu and shouted: "I won't draw my sword for the nameless!"

Zheng Yu looked careless: "I'm afraid, I'm talking like your knife is very powerful. I'm the deputy instructor of Guo'an's army. Will I be beaten? If I don't beat me, I'll leave."

"etc!"

Blood Knife stopped Zheng Yu: "Are you really the deputy instructor of Guo'an's army?"

Zheng Yu said nothing and looked at Duanmu Chan. Duanmu Chan nodded slightly to the people in the Hebei Kingdom, which confirmed Zheng Yu's identity.

Blood Knife nodded and said, "Okay, then I'll knock you down first!"

Zheng Yu grinned harmlessly: "Okay, you can take action!"

Seeing Zheng Yu's clothes as if he was beaten, the Blood Knife took a deep breath and reached out to slowly pull out the blood Knife behind him. At the same time, the blood-colored spiritual energy also burst out with the knife pulling out.

Zheng Yu was a little surprised: "I actually took the way of killing, but I couldn't practice it!"

"Baga!"

The Blood Knife roared angrily, and bloody sword auras shot towards Zheng Yu. Seeing this, the golden silk threads on my fingers suddenly shot out of me. The golden silk threads were like a sharp knife, instantly cutting the sword auras into countless pieces and dissipated in the air.

Blood Knife was stunned for a moment, but unexpectedly the guy in front of him instantly resolved his attack. So Blood Knife made up his mind secretly, roared, and then his body turned into a red afterimage and rushed towards Su Yun. Then the two of them fought, and the sound of banging and banging continued to be heard.

Everyone present looked at it very seriously, and at the same time, there was a storm in their hearts, because in addition to Su Yun before, another super expert appeared in Guo'an's army, which made the sects of these cultivation families who came to participate felt tremendous pressure.

With a roar, the two figures separated. At this time, the Blood Knife was gasping for breath, but Zheng Yu was still calm and gentle.

"Baga!"

Blood Knife roared, and then everyone saw Blood Knife's eyes slowly turning red, and the violent aura on its body was also swelling wildly, and at the same time, their bodies gradually became stronger.

"Yo, is this Ultraman transformed?"

Zheng Yu teased, and the Chinese people suddenly laughed and turned around. The blood knife almost lost its mind. He held his blood knife in both hands, and gradually condensed a blood knife several meters high behind him.

"The Wrath of the Blood Sword!"

The Blood Knife roared angrily, and the huge blood Knife phantom, several meters high, immediately slashed at Zheng Yu's head. Seeing this, Zheng Yu's palm suddenly flipped, and then shouted: "Heaven and Earth are in the most powerful way, Qiankun borrows the Dharma, and Modern Tathagata's magic palm will be beaten for me!"

Hearing Zheng Yu's words, Su Yun twitched the corners of his mouth a few times. But he saw a golden palm appearing all over the sky, and then he hurriedly met the blood knife.

When Blood Knife saw Zheng Yu's hand, the corner of his mouth was thrust hard.

There were constant dinging sounds in the field. Zheng Yu's palm prints were much smaller than the phantom of the Blood Sword, but those palm prints were constantly coming.

Gradually, everyone found that the huge phantom of the blood sword was dimmed by Zheng Yu's palm prints. The blood sword wanted to try their best to maintain it, but Zheng Yu's palm prints were too many!

With a roar, the phantom of the Blood Sword was finally slapped by Zheng Yu's palm prints. The phantom of the Blood Sword was broken. The blood Sword sprayed out a mouthful of blood and retreated almost. His eyes returned to normal, but his face was covered with a gray face. He couldn't figure out how the blood Sword Wrath that he was proud of was actually broken by the phantom palm prints of the Blood Sword.

"Hey, can you still fight? If you don't fight, you'll move the place for the people behind you!"

Zheng Yu's voice came, and the Blood Knife put away the knife, then turned around and left. Zheng Yu: "Qiu, it's really rude. Haven't your master taught you?"
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