Everyone has chosen the demon clan, who would still practice seriously?

An hour passed quickly.

Both sides are ready.

Just sit on the throne and look at the stage quietly.

Yu Bai pushed Yun An's wheelchair onto the stage, looking back every few steps as he went down.

Brother Yun An is so badly injured, can he be okay?

Ye Che walked up to him and patted his shoulder.

"Yun An was humiliated by those five old hooligans who relied on their numbers to bully the minority."

"The young emperor specially arranged this competition to let them know that, as they are both in the early stage of the sixth level, Yun An can beat them to a pulp even if his legs are temporarily disabled!"

"Are you still unclear about Yun An's strength?"

Yubai's eyes lit up, and the sadness on his face disappeared.

"I see!"

On the stage, an unfamiliar young monk stood opposite Yun An, with three immortal swords on his back, arranged in a fan shape.

The monks from Lingshan were all excited when they saw him.

"Big Brother is here! We will definitely win!"

Jiang Ming and Wu An, who were wrapped in bandages, looked at their senior brother Dai Yun excitedly.

Their eldest senior brother has great skills and can wield the three flying swords to perfection. He will surely be able to knock down the crippled guy on the opposite side!

The five elders also sat on chairs beside the arena, regulating their breathing and recovering from their injuries.

Even though the external injuries were easy to recover from, the parts of their bodies that were arbitrarily cut off had even lost their spiritual veins.

There is no hope of recovery at all!

The Great Elder's eyes were filled with hatred. "Second Brother, why did she let Yun An go? Does she look down on us?"

The second elder narrowed his eyes and said, "Big Brother, there is only Dai Yun on the stage, where does Yun An come from?"

The Great Elder turned around and looked at the Second Elder's blind right eye, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

The second one only has half of his vision left!

Only half of the entire arena can be seen!

The first elder turned around and talked to the fourth elder again, "Could it be that Yun An has some killer moves hidden?"

The fourth elder did not move.

The elder frowned and reached out to pull him, "Old Four, did you hear me?"

The fourth elder only responded at this time, "Ah, brother, what did you say?"

He covered his left ear and shouted loudly: "Louder! My ears are tied too tightly!"

The fifth elder heard their conversation and leaned over, covering his right ear.

"What? Amputation? The third brother is still alive, we can't amputate him!"

The third elder, who was lying on a stretcher without his right hand, was shaking his legs frantically.

"I...I...I don't agree with this..."

The Great Elder: "I fucking ..."

Boom-!

As the bell rang, the third round of competition began.

Dai Yun looked at Yun An and smiled coldly.

A flying sword behind him flew up, piercing through the air like lightning and stabbing towards Yun An!

Ding!

The long sword sank deeply into the place where Yun An was, but Yun An's figure disappeared.

The next moment, Yun An, sitting in a wheelchair, appeared behind Dai Yun.

Dai Yun turned around and saw Yun An, then raised his hand to suck the flying sword back.

"Venerable Void, your reputation is well-deserved. Then try my three swords!"

The two flying swords on his back and the third flying sword in his hand stabbed towards Yun An together.

Yun An's figure disappeared into the void behind him again.

But this time, Dai Yun's sword did not pierce directly into the ground, but suddenly split into hundreds of small sword auras in mid-air.

The sword energy was flying in disorder in the arena, making sure that no matter which direction Yun An came out from, he would be chopped into pieces by the sword energy!

The monks in the audience were all worried for Yun An.

Even Wu Ya stretched his neck to take a look.

"This guy named Dai Yun can actually control so many sword energies at the same time. He's quite amazing."

Chu Yang crossed his arms over his chest, "It's just average. I've seen the king control a group of swords like a god."

"Tsk, don't compare any nobody to the king. In my opinion, even the young emperor they admire so much is not as good as a hair of our king."

Wu Ya nodded in agreement.

On the stage, Yun An's teleportation vortex appeared.

But this time, there were not just one, but eighteen.

The violent sword energy penetrated into the teleportation vortex, and then emerged from another teleportation vortex like lightning.

But every time he entered the vortex, Dai Yun would lose his perception of the sword energy.

They won't recover until they fly out again.

Dai Yun frowned and separated out more than a hundred sword energies.

"Get out now! What's the point of hiding!"

This time, the entire arena was filled with dense sword energy and the sword light was so sharp that it dazzled the spectators.

But unknowingly, the sword energy on the field flew into the vortex and did not fly out again.

The teleportation vortexes were like big mouths, dividing up the flying sword groups.

In the end, Dai Yun was the only one left on the entire arena, except for a dozen teleportation whirlpools scattered everywhere.

Dai Yun was full of questions: "Huh? Where's my sword?"

The vortex suddenly began to move towards him until it surrounded him.

Dai Yun keenly sensed that something was wrong and immediately flew vertically upwards, trying to break out of the encirclement.

But two teleportation vortices appeared out of nowhere and blocked the top and bottom.

The next moment, a large amount of sword energy flew out from the vortex in all directions and hit Dai Yun like a wave.

His figure was swallowed up in an instant.

Dai Yun looked around and said, "Fuck!"