Today's battle determines the general trend of the lower world of cultivation.

No one can calm down.

If Han Lingzi wins, the righteous will wipe out the decadence of the past, turn around and take the initiative, and suppress all evil cultivators.

If it is imitated by Xiao Nansheng, the righteous sect will be completely destroyed. From then on, they will be a foregone conclusion by going around the evil sects.

People all looked serious and looked forward with a little anxiety.

Looking forward to the arrival of the protagonist and the result of this battle.

As witnesses, Na Yang and Mr. Hu appeared near the top of the mountain on time at 8:50.

But the protagonist has not appeared yet, neither Han Lingzi nor Fun Xiaonan has come yet.

Time is approaching every minute and a second.

Han Lingzi came very on time, not one minute earlier or one second later. He fell from the sky at nine o'clock on time and landed on the top of the mountain.

"Hmph!" After falling down, Han Lingzi snorted lightly, closed his eyes slightly, put his hands behind him, raised his head slightly, and his face was cold.

"Time is up, Fan Xiaonan hasn't come yet!"

"I can't be afraid!"

"Probably not? This was what he proposed!"

Everyone whispered, excited, anxious, and different.

But everyone knows that Xiaonan should...won't come.

Of course, some people are quite calm, and they are quite sure that they are imitating Xiao Nan.

But they didn't know that Xiao Nan came so quickly.

Just as people were still whispering, a clear voice sounded: "Start?"

Everyone was stunned, except Yang.

Everyone stared blankly at the position in the field. When did the handsome figure appear? When did it arrive?

Even Mr. Hu, who was standing closest to the center, had a stiff face. With his strength, he did not notice when Fun Xiaonan arrived.

This is impossible? How is this possible?

Mr. Hu's fists tightened slightly. Looking at the figure in the field, countless vigilance and suspicion surged in his heart; soon, he also saw Han Lingzi's reaction.

Han Lingzi's strength is indeed one point higher than him, but it is obvious that Han Lingzi, who is closest to Xiaonan, has a little stiffness at the moment when the other party makes a sound.

So, Han Lingzi did not notice the other party's appearance.

"How did the imitation Xiaonan appear? Could it be...the information in the building is really wrong?"

The Yang next to him seemed to be much calmer. After fondling Xiaonan made a sound, he found that Han Lingzi had not spoken and said slowly: "The two witnesses are in their positions, and the decisive battle has arrived. Fellow Daoist Han Lingzi, can you start?"

"Start... Let's start!"

Han Lingzi stared at the opposite side, a green sword shining brightly in his hand was already in his hand, and his spiritual power had instantly moved to the extreme. A sword technique in his left hand had been formed, and there was no slight arrogance on his face, only solemnity.

"Sher!"

The next moment, Han Lingzi, who had just said something, instantly frozen his face. In his wide pupils, someone's figure was reflected, so clear and close, so close that he could clearly see the other person's eyes.

Ice cold, cold, and murderous intent!

They are incredible and despairing with Han Lingzi's own.

Looking at the two people standing together, no more than one meter away, and the long sword with half of blood dripping from behind Han Lingzi, the whole crowd was silent.

With that subtle sound just now, the knife penetrated into the flesh and...it ended everything?

"it's over?"

Everyone's eyes were a little confused. What's this?

The first battle in the lower world in a thousand years shouldn’t be the kind of collapse of the sky and the earth and the sun and the moon without light?

It's over in just less than a second?

Is it an illusion? Or is it someone tampered with a large illusion array arranged here?

Of course, this is impossible.

There are lower cultivators guarding the ground, and there are several supernatural powers at the peak of the supernatural powers. It is impossible to have any problems and not be discovered.

But the reality in front of me was that Xiaonan instantly crossed a distance of two feet and stabbed Han Lingzi at the peak of his magical powers with one knife. There was no fancy magic or even any special attack.

It's just a knife.

This sword slashed the protective light on Han Lingzi's body, and perhaps even the protective magic weapon on Han Lingzi's body had no time to react, so he stabbed Han Lingzi to death.

How is that possible?

What the hell is going on?

Everyone was stunned and shocked.

It was not until a long roar came over there, like Xiaonan soaring into the sky, and a meteor was flying towards the bottom of the mountain that everyone came to their senses.

Mr. Hu was the first to rush to Han Lingzi, followed by Yun Lingyin and Zhao Mingfeng.

The three of them stood beside Han Lingzi, looking at the eyes wide open, with horror and disbelief still on their faces. The corpse of Han Lingzi who stood there motionlessly, a chill rose in his heart.

Mr. Hu took a deep breath, looked at Yun Lingyin and Zhao Mingfeng, and said in a deep voice: "Please check with you two more!"

Yun Lingyin and Zhao Mingfeng had their faces ashen, looked at each other, and reached out and slowly pressed towards Han Lingzi's body.

But two spiritual lights flashed across Han Lingzi, and their faces became even more ugly.

Han Lingzi's heart veins and all meridians were directly shattered by the knife, and Han Lingzi's body protective magic weapon had no sign of activation.

This proves that the opponent's move was indeed almost at its limit. Even the protective magic weapon that Han Lingzi had raised for decades and had already communicated with each other was too late to react.

Such a method... I'm afraid even a semi-saint can't do it!

Looking at the extremely gloomy expressions of the two, Mr. Hu's heart suddenly sank. The information in the building was indeed wrong, and it was outrageous.

How strong is this imitation of Xiaonan? As he thought about it... his heart was a little cold.

No matter how the other party's previous performance or how the information in the building described it, just now, he killed a peak magic power level with one knife in front of everyone.

The sudden appearance of the sword, which was almost at its peak, seemed to have involved the path of time and space, and had transcended the scope of ordinary semi-saints' abilities. Perhaps only the true saint could do it.

With such an existence, who else can intervene in the lower world of cultivation?

No wonder the other party was so generous in assisting the Baolou to explore, but I was afraid that the secret treasures in various parts of the cultivation world would have been under the control of the other party.

Only Yang seemed to be calm and gentle.

Standing aside, he was still performing his duties and said, "Fellow Daoist Hu, are there any problems with this battle?"

Mr. Hu smiled bitterly and shook his head gently: "No problem!"

"Okay, this battle is like Xiao Nansheng!" Yang turned around and looked around, said lightly, and then flew up and headed down the mountain.

Seeing Yang leaving, Mr. Hu looked at the top of the mountain unwillingly, sighed softly, paused, and left.

Of course, Yun Lingyin and Zhao Mingfeng would not stay for a long time. They picked up Han Lingzi's body and flew away.

The crowd around him still couldn't come back to his senses at this time, until someone suddenly shouted: "The leader of the alliance is Wan Sheng!"

"The leader of the alliance won thousands of victories!"

"The leader of the alliance won thousands of victories!"

It seemed as if everything had been ignited, first of all, the younger disciples who came to watch the battle with their elders, then roared excitedly.

Then some of the elders of the sect seemed to be infected, and they couldn't help but shouted in a deep voice: "The leader of the alliance is Wan Sheng!"

"The leader of the alliance won thousands of victories!"

In an instant, the top of Mount Hua was boiling.

The righteous sects over there were dark faces, looking at the extremely excited evil cultivators on the opposite side, silently bowing their heads and leaving.

Looking at the dejected appearance of these righteous sects, the cheers of the evil sects became more and more intense.

Only Lin Yuyin looked at the direction of his son leaving, with a faint worry on his eyes...
Chapter completed!