Now that you have betrayed the sect, who will still pamper you?.

But just before he was about to take action, Jiang Han's figure disappeared from his sight.

Why did the person disappear?!

next moment.

boom! !

A big foot quickly covered Wang Qingfeng's entire field of vision. The sole of the foot was covered with a layer of golden light. It brought with it a strong gust of wind and kicked him in the face mercilessly.

So fast, when did he come here?!

As soon as this thought flashed through Wang Qingfeng's mind, he was hit by a huge force and flew up with his head tilted back, drawing an arc and hitting the ground and rolling out.

Crash.

Gravel flew everywhere, and he plowed a long tunnel into the ground, which rolled for thousands of feet before finally coming to a stop.

He was covered in blood, his robe was torn, revealing large wounds deep enough to see the bone, and his head was flattened.

Intense pain filled every part of his body. Wang Qingfeng's eyes went dark due to the pain. Ninety-nine percent of his consciousness was swallowed up by the backlash of the domain, leaving only a trace that barely allowed him to stay awake.

"What did you do?!"

He raised his head in horror and looked at the golden sky. The arrogance and confidence in his eyes were shattered by the kick, and now there was only confusion and disbelief.

What happened? Why was he knocked away again?

Since the war started, he has not even touched the opponent, but he has been seriously injured.

Is this guy really a human? He's ridiculously strong.

But anger immediately surged in his heart.

What a great Sword Sect Saint! He actually launched a sneak attack in public. He has absolutely no sword spirit at all!

"Where's your domain? I just touched it, how come your invincible domain was shattered?"

Jiang Han stood above the tunnel, looking down at Wang Qingfeng from above, and replied to his words:

"Friend Wang, lying here motionless, are you trying to surrender?"

This sentence almost made Wang Qingfeng's chest explode with anger. He started to mock him as soon as he had the upper hand. How could this guy be just like a street thug? He didn't behave like the Holy Son of the Sword Sect at all.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, gritted his teeth and shouted angrily: "Don't be so complacent, I haven't lost yet!"

Jiang Han raised his sword finger, and the Thunder Sword flew up. The tip of the sword glowed green and turned into a sword light that swept through the air.

It came down from the sky at the speed of thunder, and with a clear sword sound, it pierced Wang Qingfeng's chest. The sword tip broke through his flesh and bones without any hindrance, grazed his heart and went straight into his heart, leaving only a part of the sword handle hitting his chest!

thump—

Wang Qingfeng's body trembled, and he was knocked down half an inch by the force of the sword. The immense pain made his body spasm and tremble, and he opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of blood.

His already pale face became even more horrible. The Thunder Sword emitted electric snakes that slowly moved around his heart. Just a slight deviation would kill him on the spot.

Such a cruel move! It was just a sparring match, but Jiang Han actually used such a heavy blow. Did he really want to kill him?!

Jiang Han's expression remained calm as ever: "Friend Wang, are you still not admitting defeat?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his mind moved, and the Thunder Sword suddenly emitted a bright light of lightning. Countless green electric snakes burst out and drilled into Wang Qingfeng's body, moving madly along his meridians, devouring all the spiritual power in his body.

The immense pain made Wang Qingfeng scream and curl up into a ball.

At this moment, a complex gaze with some murderous intent came from afar. Jiang Han looked up and met Ji Yuchan's ashen face.

Oh? Are you starting to feel bad for your own disciple?

Jiang Han raised the corners of his lips and smiled at her.

"..."

Bastard, he dared to be distracted during the battle. This guy clearly looked down on him and didn't regard him as an equal enemy at all.

Wang Qingfeng was almost dying in pain, and it was only through his willpower that he didn't faint.

He is already seriously injured. If he returns in defeat, not only will he suffer heavy losses, but he will also need at least several years of careful recuperation to recover. He will even miss the Green Spirit Branch promised by the Sect Master.

Wouldn't he be at a great loss then? Without the Green Spirit Branch, his path to becoming a god would be several times more difficult.

Jiang Han is just a rising star. What qualifications does he have to cut off his path to becoming a god?

This abominable boy kept mocking him with what he had said before. He was narrow-minded, had a bad character, and was arrogant.

In that case, don't blame him for being ruthless.

Wang Qingfeng's eyes turned fierce, and when he saw Jiang Han smiling, he suddenly exclaimed in his heart:

"good chance!"

The other party could have killed him with one sword, but this guy was soft-hearted and spared his life.

As expected, he is just a junior with insufficient combat experience. He is so soft-hearted that he dares to let go of an equally powerful enemy. He will definitely not be able to achieve anything in the future.

At this moment, even if you don't want to kill this kid, it would be safest to knock him out and seal him up, rather than just sealing all his spiritual power and humiliating him at will.

In this case, for the sake of the Cui Ling branch, and to avenge the humiliation suffered in public, I will fight to the death!

"How dare you get distracted while fighting me? Go to hell!!"

Wang Qingfeng shouted loudly, attracting everyone's attention. Then he moved his mind and mobilized the only remaining trace of spiritual power to send it to his palm. There, a natal mist bead that was full of essence and blood was tightly grasped in his palm.

At the same time, a small ball of mist appeared out of thin air, and the Liuyun Domain was severely damaged. Although he could not fight the enemy as before, he could still protect himself by burning a little of his essence and blood.

The mist beads flew up from his palm by themselves and rushed towards Jiang Han at an extremely fast speed!

The blood light on it became more and more dazzling, even blocking out the golden light from above.

"Asshole, I have amassed a hundred years of combat experience, which is beyond the reach of a junior like you. Today, I will show you that those who are soft-hearted and underestimate the enemy will only end up dead!"

His expression was ferocious, his eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at the blood-red mist beads that were becoming brighter and brighter.

He hesitated for a long time about this killing move, not knowing whether he should use it or not, nor was he sure how much to release.

After all, this treasure has been nurtured by him for hundreds of years, and its power is so great that it can even hurt a god. What's more, it is driven by a large amount of his essence and blood. If he is not careful, he will blow the opponent to ashes.

After all, he is the Holy Son of the Sword Sect, and his death would cause him some trouble.

Moreover, the destruction of his life-saving magic weapon would cause him great harm, and might even cause his realm to drop temporarily. There was really no need to be so drastic in a competition.

But the other party was really going too far. A junior dared to step on his head and mock him, and even wanted to cut off his path to becoming a god.

Even a clay man would have some temper. How could he, as a core disciple of a great sect, allow others to humiliate him like this?

The worst that could happen to the backlash of my natal magic weapon was that I could slowly recover after ten years of cultivation. As for the destruction of my natal magic weapon...

As long as he can defeat the opponent and get the Green Spirit Branch, he can refine a stronger life-saving magic weapon, which will be at least several times stronger than the current Mist Bead.

What's more, as a senior, he is qualified to teach the younger generation on behalf of the Sword Sect.

"Next time, remember this: when you have the chance to strike, don't give your opponent a chance to counterattack. Otherwise, you will die sooner or later because of your weakness."

"Forbidden Mist Orb, explode for me!!"

Wang Qingfeng roared loudly, and the murderous intent in his words caused everyone's faces to change drastically.

"No! He really wants to self-destruct his own magical weapon!!"

Everyone was shocked. It was just a competition. If they lost, they lost. The worst that could happen was that they would land on the island as second place. At worst, they would still have a chance to compete for first place a hundred years later. Why fight so hard?

"Om-"

The pearl trembled in mid-air, emitting a wave that spread over hundreds of miles at an extremely fast speed, and then completely retracted in an instant.

The next moment, a violent aura that was enough to shake the world surged from the orb, spreading rapidly with an aura that was enough to destroy everything, instantly solidifying the spatial fluctuations within a radius of 100 miles.

From this moment on, no one within a hundred miles can use the teleportation technique.