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The second game started soon.

This time, the one who walked onto the ring was a burly man, about twenty years old, with a huge and strong build, and a big and strong figure.

In comparison, Jiang Yan looked very slender standing next to him.

Seeing this scene, the opponent couldn't help but feel contempt.

——Even though he knew that Jiang Yan was the famous genius, he asked Qiu Xianjun.

The opponent's weapons are a pair of hammers that are very consistent with his burly figure. The two hammers are medium in size and have no barbs on the surface. They look ordinary and very harmless.

However, this is only a superficial phenomenon. As a monk's weapon, how could it be ordinary?

As expected, the other party raised his two hammers and collided them together, and some blue-purple electric currents suddenly appeared around the hammers.

These electric currents meander like snakes, emitting a heart-pounding aura.

A weapon with such power must be at least of the top grade.

Luo Xiaoyi stood where he was, looking at Jiang Yan with a determined gaze, and said loudly, "I am Luo Xiaoyi from the Jiulian Peak of the Wanshou Sect, and I am here to seek your advice!"

Jiang Yan nodded slightly, clasped his fists, and said calmly, "I am Jiang Yan, the Returning Peak of Taiheng Zongqing. I am honored."

The two exchanged a few words of greeting before the referee announced the start of the match.

The will to fight is about to break out——

Luo Xiaoyi's eyes were full of fighting spirit. He took a deep breath and then quickly stretched out his body.

His movements were as fast as lightning, making it almost impossible to see his figure clearly.

In just a moment, he disappeared from everyone's sight, as if he had turned into a blurry shadow that disappeared in a flash.

This shows how fast he is.

However, after just a few breaths, Luo Xiaoyi suddenly appeared above Jiang Yan, who had not made any movement from the beginning until now.

He raised his two hammers high, and they were about to fall on Jiang Yan.

All the disciples below held their breath, not blinking, and stared at the two people on the stage with extreme concentration, fearing that they would miss any details.

However, Jiang Yan always remained calm and composed.

He stood there, motionless, as if blending into the surrounding environment.

His eyes were calm and deep, revealing an unparalleled confidence and composure.

Just when everyone thought he was going to sit there and wait for death, he suddenly moved. He jumped lightly and moved his body backward quickly, easily avoiding Luo Xiaoyi's attack.

At the same time, he gently waved his right hand in the air, and a long sword flashing with cold light appeared in his hand.

The sword was snow-white all over, as pure as ice and snow, emitting a heart-pounding chill.

It was Jiang Yan’s natal sword - Su Xue!

Luo Xiaoyi held his two hammers and smashed them down with the force of thunder. The hammers brushed Jiang Yan's face and slammed heavily onto the ground, making a deafening sound and raising a cloud of dust.

Fortunately, the material used to cast the ring is specially made and extremely strong, otherwise this blow would be enough to smash the entire ring to pieces.

Jiang Yan dodged the fatal blow with a flash of his body. He looked up at Luo Xiaoyi, a serious look in his eyes.

The Suxue Sword in his hand hummed, as if it could sense the fighting spirit of its owner.

Both of them were extremely fast, and their figures flashed across the ring like phantoms.

As Su Xue Sword was swung, sharp sword lights whizzed out and collided with the double hammers in Luo Xiaoyi's hands, splashing countless sparks.

Every time Luo Xiaoyi swung his double hammers, a thick bolt of lightning would be brought out, interweaving with the sword light of Su Xuejian, forming a spectacular picture.

Jiang Yan was slightly distracted, secretly sighing in his heart that Luo Xiaoyi from Jiulian Peak was indeed quite good.

He tapped the ground with his toes, retreated quickly like a ghost, and then ran around the ring a few steps.

Sword cultivators were known for their swift and agile movements, and Jiang Yan was a true leader. He instantly darted behind Luo Xiaoyi, Su Xue Sword held horizontally, the tip of the sword pointed at his back, and thrust forward fiercely.

Luo Xiaoyi raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and tilted his body slightly, easily dodging Jiang Yan's sword. With a hint of provocation and disdain in his eyes, he deliberately mocked:

"Tsk, is this the legendary genius? It seems that Immortal Su Xuan's teaching is not very good. I don't think this is very good either."

Jiang Yan's brow furrowed instantly, a surge of rage rising in his heart. He no longer held back, increasing his attack speed, the sword in his hand stabbing at Luo Xiaoyi like a gust of wind.

Luo Xiaoyi barely dodged by turning sideways, but Jiang Yan immediately swung his sword to the right, forcing Luo Xiaoyi to jump behind Jiang Yan.

However, his movements were ultimately no match for Jiang Yan's, and he was unable to dodge. A flash of sword light passed by, and a deep wound appeared on Luo Xiaoyi's arm.

Jiang Yan took the opportunity to continue his attack and stabbed Luo Xiaoyi behind him with a counter-stab.

Luo Xiaoyi was caught off guard, a trace of panic on his face. He hurriedly took a few steps back, barely avoiding the fatal blow.

"Do you really want to kill me?" Luo Xiaoyi was a little angry.

Jiang Yan turned around quickly, ran a few steps quickly, raised the sword in his hand, and swung it sideways towards Luo Xiaoyi.

"No."

At most, I'll just get injured and lie in bed for two days.

Jiang Yan is still very sensible.

Luo Xiaoyi was startled and wanted to dodge, but because the distance was too close and the speed was too fast, although he avoided the vital parts, he was still hit by the sword energy and was injured.

He had been suppressed by Jiang Yan for so long!

Jiang Yan was in a very bad mood at the moment, his face looking frighteningly gloomy.

He held the long sword Su Xue in his hand and continuously stabbed at Luo Xiaoyi. Each sword move was filled with fierce sword intent, making it impossible for Luo Xiaoyi to fight back.

After all, Luo Xiaoyi is a master who has cultivated to the late Nascent Soul stage in his twenties. Such strength is something that many people cannot reach in decades, and it is enough to make many people far behind.

However, facing a monster like Jiang Yan, he could only be suppressed.

Luo Xiaoyi is indeed extraordinary, but compared with Jiang Yan, he is still far behind and is not really a very powerful opponent.

Jiang Yan, a genius who is about to break through to the Spirit Transformation Stage at such a young age, is simply invincible.

Jiang Yan looked at Luo Xiaoyi indifferently as he struggled under his attack, without a trace of pity in his eyes.

Who told him to provoke Jiang Yan? Isn't this just asking for trouble?

It would have been fine if he just provoked her, but he even deliberately dragged Yun Gui into this.

You know, Brother Yun Gui holds a very important place in Jiang Yan's heart. Now, Luo Xiaoyi has ended up like this, and it's all his own fault.

Jiang Yan quickly did a somersault backwards, successfully avoiding the hammer that Luo Xiaoyi swung at him.

He frowned slightly, obviously unhappy with the feeling of being resisted by his prey.