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

When he heard that it started with King Xiaoxiang, Tiezhu suddenly felt no more pain in his waist and legs, and he even had the energy to climb the stairs.

He walked up to King Xiaoxiang and looked him up and down with a ruffian look.

"Come on, let me show you what a top-level defensive technique is."

King Xiaoxiang glanced at Tiezhu coldly and said, "I am about to take action. Show me your skills."

"You're worthy of my seriousness? I'm standing right here. If you can make me move even a little bit, I'll take your last name."

Tiezhu's cultivation level is now at the eighth level.

But his true form is a stone elf that has experienced tens of millions of years. In terms of defense alone, there are few rivals in the entire Three Realms.

He stood there, shaking out the wrinkles on his clothes and flicking his ponytail that was sticking up high.

It's so cool.

King Xiaoxiang narrowed his eyes unkindly, grasped the sword with both hands, and the magic power around him instantly filled the sword.

He took a step forward, and at the same time, the sword in his hand swung forward, releasing a stream of sword energy.

The sword energy hit Tiezhu heavily, and his hair and robes were instantly rustled by the strong wind.

But...that's all.

There seemed to be an invisible protective shield in front of the iron pillar, which deflected all the flying sword energy.

Tiezhu was unharmed and even had the energy to tidy up his hair that was messed up by the wind.

Some of the sword energy that was bounced away sank deeply into the ground, leaving shocking deep pits on the streets.

Others flew past the small buildings on both sides of the street, cutting off part of the eaves.

Broken bricks and stones fell to the ground, stirring up dust all over the ground.

Everyone in the audience was stunned when they saw this scene.

This red-haired man may not look good, but I didn't expect him to be so tough!

King Xiaoxiang and Juan Feng also showed shocked expressions on their faces.

They knew that these people were here to cause trouble, but they didn't expect that they were actually tough guys!

Ren Yi smiled slightly: "King Xiaoxiang must have not performed well just now, or he underestimated the enemy. In any case, it doesn't count. Let's try again."

The words that Juan Feng was about to say were stuck in his throat.

This bitch, how come he said the lines he was supposed to say.

King Xiaoxiang did not say anything, but slowly closed his eyes and mobilized all the magic power in his body.

The next moment, the sound of a sword was heard.

The shadow of a long sword burst out from the sword of King Xiaoxiang, and the shadow of sword energy that was more than ten meters high instantly cut through the sky.

Collided with the iron pillar in front.

boom--!

The powerful airflow centered on the iron pillar and surged toward the surroundings, lifting up the monks who were close to it one after another!

The pots and pans on the roadside also exploded, with bang bang bang sounds one after another!

Xiaoru reacted very quickly, inserting the red tasseled spear upside down in front of him, and the barrier he created enveloped the monks below the stage.

As the violent wind gradually subsided, the smoke and dust slowly dissipated.

The King of Xiaoxiang on the stage still maintained his forward chopping posture, while Tiezhu was hitting him randomly.

“Bah! Are you shooting sword energy or dust? I can’t even open my eyes!”

King Xiaoxiang's pupils suddenly shrank and he looked at the iron pillar in front of him in disbelief.

He actually blocked this attack? ?

Still unscathed? ?

Forget about practicing defensive techniques, even if he was made of stone, he should be shattered!

In addition to King Xiaoxiang, Juan Feng was also shocked.

This, how is this possible?

He walked quickly towards the iron pillar and asked, "Do you have any self-defense magic weapon with you? It doesn't count if you have a magic weapon..."

Before he could finish his words, he felt his waist loosen, his legs turned cold, and he froze.

All the monks' eyes fell on Juan Feng's two hairy legs.

Juan Feng's blood suddenly rushed to his head!

His belt was shattered by the sword energy of King Xiaoxiang just now!

He hurriedly bent down, pulled up his trousers, and pressed them tightly around his waist.

But the sword energy not only shattered his belt, but also cut his clothes into strips.

He was fine when he was standing still just now, but when he moved, his clothes fell apart.

I don’t know who laughed first in the audience, but the laughter that followed was uncontrollable.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"

The sounds around him made Juan Feng want to explode right on the spot!

Just as he was trying to pretend to be calm and find some clothes to change into, the sarcastic voice rang out again:

"Hey, I asked you to increase the intensity, why did you suddenly increase the scale?"

She circled around Juan Feng, who was covered in rags, twice and said, "I want you to show your hands, not your legs."

Juan Feng broke through the defense, and when he raised his hand, a strong gust of wind blew violently towards Ren Yi.

Just point your toes anywhere and spin around on the spot to remove the strong force of the wind.

Meeting the sinister eyes of King Xiaoxiang, he smiled and patted his shoulder.

"Fellow Daoist, you just love cleanliness, but you actually use your face to sweep the floor?"

King Xiaoxiang glanced at Ren Yi coldly, shook his shoulders and shook off Ren Yi's hand.

"It's your turn."