Both sides are coming and going, back and forth.

After hundreds of rounds, Zhang Zhihe gained a little advantage.

And this advantage is becoming more and more obvious.

After the 150th round, the 5,000 Wuliang Sword Sect had only the power to resist and had no ability to fight back.

Wen Zilong nodded with relief.

It seems that today's battle is no longer suspense.

Zhang Kuihua naturally looked relieved.

Even if Wen Zilong did not participate in the competition, Zhang Zhihe could win the first place.

This year, Sunflower Island is so proud.

But at this moment, Wen Zilong suddenly frowned.

He said in his heart: "Not good!"

The next moment, the situation took a sharp turn.

Zhang Zhihe had a steady advantage, but suddenly he was at a disadvantage.

Five thousand swords came over. He had already blocked it, but his power seemed to be much smaller than the other party in an instant.

The five thousand sword fell directly to Zhang Zhihe's sword, and stabbed Zhang Zhihe's left shoulder with one sword.

Zhang Zhihe was also dissatisfied.

Regardless of the injury to his left shoulder, he started to fight back directly.

But before his counterattack was launched, the opponent's sword had already stabbed towards him.

And it was straight to his right hand holding the sword.

Chih--

With a light sound, it pierced directly from Zhang Zhihe's right palm and penetrated his arm. An inch-long sword tip emerged from his right shoulder.

At this moment, the scene was silent.

Although it is always time to fight, it is all the time to stop.

But after all, the sword has no eyes and is inevitably injured.

However, in this competition, there has never been such a serious injury.

Because after others hurt the other party, they will stop immediately so that the opponent will not be seriously injured.

But for these five thousand, a sword penetrated directly through Zhang Zhi and his entire right arm.

He couldn't even hold the sword.

At this moment, Wuqian turned around suddenly and looked at the audience.

"ah--"

He roared violently, as if the anger he had before finally come out.

Turning his head and looking at all the audience.

Although he didn't say anything, the momentum seemed to be saying "who else".

In the end, his eyes were frozen on Shi Wuhen, the Jade Girl Sword Sect.

And Shi Wuhen finally understood the meaning of Wu Qian at this moment.

This is equivalent to temporarily destroying Zhang Zhihe's right arm.

Although Zhang Zhihe's right arm can recover in ten days and half a month, it is absolutely impossible to participate in the next battle with Shi Wuhen.

In this way, Shi Wuhen will automatically win the second place.

At this time, all the disciples of the Wuliang Sword Sect cheered.

"OK--"

"Awesome!"

"Five thousand senior brothers first!"

"champion!"

"I've said it long ago that Senior Brother Wuqian must be the champion, hahahaha..."

People from other sects also applauded.

Zhang Kuihua's face looked a little ugly.

Originally, Zhang Zhihe would be defeated.

But now Zhang Zhihe's right arm is temporarily disabled and he is unable to participate in the last battle.

Then he could only fall into third place steadily and aggrievedly.

"well……"

Thinking of this, he sighed softly.

However, I don't care about these things at this time.

The five thousand divine long sword was inserted into Zhang Zhihe's entire right arm.

We must find a way to treat it as soon as possible.

However, before he could take action, the long sword under Wen Zilong's feet flew into the air and flew into the field.

"Wen Zilong——"

Zhang Kuihua quickly wanted to call Wen Zilong.

You know, the referee has not announced who has won at this time.

According to the rules, if the referee rashly enters the field before he announces who wins, he will be despised by other sects.

However, Wen Zilong didn't listen to him at all.

Walking with a sword.

In just five seconds, I arrived at the venue.

In the stands around, the disciples suddenly became turbulent when they saw Wen Zilong entering the venue.

"What are you doing?"

"Does Sunflower Island not accept the loss?"

"I don't accept the ability to compete with others. Now I suddenly run away. This is too unruly."

"Get out!"

"Get out!"

Wen Zilong ignored the screams of these people and regarded them as pigs.

At this moment, the Wuqian turned around and looked at Wen Zilong.

There was a sarcastic smile on his face:

"What? You Sunflower Island can't afford to lose, do you want two of you to play together?"

Wen Zilong ignored him at all, supported Zhang Zhihe and asked:

"Junior Brother Zhang, what's the situation?"

Zhang Zhihe's face was pale, and it was obviously painful to his bone marrow.

But he still shook his head: "I...is okay."

Wen Zilong had to find a way to draw his sword.

But at this time, Wuqian felt very upset when he saw Wen Zilong ignoring him directly.

He held the hilt of the sword and thrust it violently.

Chih--

The divine long sword was pulled out directly from Zhang Zhihe's arm.

The blood immediately ejaculated like blood spurted out.

Zhang Zhihe's eyes were filled with pain and almost fainted.

Wu Qian pointed at Wen Zilong with the long sword of the divine grade: "Okay, it doesn't matter. You must be two-on-one, I will accompany you."

As he said that, the divine long sword stabbed directly towards Master.

Wen Zilong didn't even look at him.

The sword energy of Pojun in his right hand was revealed through his fingers and directly extended to more than 20 meters.

Lift it gently.
To be continued...