The huge martial arts pavilion only echoed the voice of Wei Yuan. Not to mention those who watched the battle, even Zhao Fu and the senior brother Wu next to him grabbed his fists, and the aura around him instantly mobilized, his eyes contracted, and his face finally became alert.

"This... how is this possible? That's the peak of the Yuan-Slaying Realm, and he was stabbed to death with one finger!"

"I'm not dazzled, aren't I?

Why did this die?

What happened just now?”

"It seems that he simply used sword energy to destroy the Qihai Universe, and then exploded the acupoints of the whole body. This method is really vicious and there is no intention of showing mercy."

After quiet, the noise suddenly filled the entire Yanwu Pavilion. The people watching the game were a little surprised by Wei Yuan's terrifying strength at the peak of the Yuan Dynasty with this finger, and even some people didn't even notice what had happened just now.

The most proudest thing at this moment is naturally the disciples who bet on Wei Yuan to win. They were all surprised and happy, and were all glad that they had the honor to have seen Wei Yuan take action and knew his true strength. Today, they were afraid they would win a lot of money.

But at this moment, Zhao Fu frowned and spoke loudly, "It's just a sneak attack to win, don't be so mysterious!"

As he said that, he appeared on the ring in a flash. After glanced at Wei Yuan, he continued, "Looking at you, you seem to have already broken through the peak of the Yuan Dynasty, but I am very unfortunate to tell you that during this experience, I have entered the Zhaoshenchu ​​realm. Just because of you now, you are not my opponent!"

As soon as these words were said, everyone around him was shocked. The realm of Zhaoshen is not comparable to that of the peak of the Yuan-Zhanling Peak. There seems to be a gap between each major realm that cannot be easily crossed. Even if Wei Yuan can rely on a sneak attack to kill the peak of the Yuan-Zhanling Peak, as long as he fails to enter the realm of Zhaoshen, he is a world of difference from Zhao Fu.

"Don't say I didn't give you a chance, now you can walk out of the ring and pull up your sword, otherwise you will not even have a chance to resist."

Zhao Fu chuckled and spoke.

Wei Yuan did not move, and was still standing there, losing one hand, as if he was saying, "I don't need to use a sword to kill you."

Zhao Fu was angry and laughed, "It would be right if you don't take it, you'll have to die anyway."

As he said that, Zhao Fu slowly drew out his long sword. At this moment, Wei Yuan rushed out quickly again, and still pointed his finger at Zhao Fu's dantian Qihai.

"snort!"

Zhao Fu sneered, "I really think I can't achieve the level of killing the Yuan!"

As he finished speaking, his long sword that had just been unsheathed blocked him, and Wei Yuan's sword finger hit the sword body with a bang.

Zhao Fu was about to make a few sarcastic words, but he couldn't laugh immediately. Although Wei Yuan's sword finger was blocked by his long sword, the force was progressing layer by layer. Even his obviously expensive high-quality fairy sword bent into a full arc under this finger, which shows that the terrifying force of this finger is simply incredible.

"What!"

Zhao Fu's face changed slightly, and his breath could no longer be retained. He planned to bounce Wei Yuan away with a push of his sword.

But just before he pushed the sword, Wei Yuan seemed to have seen through his thoughts, pulled back the sword finger first, turned around and pointed his other hand at his calf.

As soon as Wei Yuan stopped, Zhao Fu suddenly felt like he was hitting the cotton with one punch. The force of pushing the sword was too strong and his body was unstable, so he almost hit Wei Yuan's way.

Fortunately, he had already entered Zhao Shen after all, and with the strong power of Taoism, he forcibly stabilized his body, and blocked Wei Yuan's finger pointing towards his calves with a sword.

"Bang!"

Only a sound of explosion was heard, Zhao Fu was numb when he was shocked, and his heart was even more frightened. Wei Yuan's strength was so great. If he hadn't been able to use the human Taoist Dharma, Zhao Fu would have thought that he was a wild beast covered with the skin of a human cultivator.

But the fact is not what Zhao Fu thought. Wei Yuan actually didn't use much strength at all. The reason why he caused such a surprising force was because every time Wei Yuan pointed out his fingers, he contained a terrifying sword intent that had been compressed to the extreme. Large pieces of sword intent were compressed to a point, and suddenly exploded when he hit. The explosive force formed a strange scene that seemed to have a huge force with one finger.

Wei Yuan pointed out nearly a hundred fingers in a row, each of which was filled with the terrifying power of shaking the city and destroying the monument. For a moment, he suppressed Zhao Fu's pursuit like a dog hitting a fallen water. This scene made everyone in the audience frightened. Wei Yuan was really shocking. He could have attacked him so arrogantly. Could it be that the rumors about him were true?

For a moment, everyone began to re-examine this core disciple who was regarded as a novice from the beginning.

On the ring, Wei Yuan was still moving forward as if he was strolling in a leisurely manner, and his fingers were pointed out irregularly. Every time, he could make the long sword bow in Zhao Fu's hand on the opposite side look like a crescent moon, which was full of strength.

On the other hand, Zhao Fu no longer has the arrogant look he used to be. Even though he is in the Zhaoshenchu ​​Realm, he is still tightly restrained by a peak of the Yuan-Slaying Peak. The fingers that are clicking like rain are so terrifying. If one accidentally falls on his body, it will be more than just a hole and two eyes. He can still remember the fate of that person just now.

Now he finally realized the horror of Wei Yuan. This is not the peak of the Yuan-Slaying Realm. Maybe Zhao Fu would believe that he is in the middle realm of the Gods. With such a barbaric force, he may not be able to win today.

As long as you walk on this arena, there are only two ways to get off the ring alive. One is to naturally kill the opponent and leave as the winner. The other is to surrender and surrender before being beaten to death.

But now in this scene, Wei Yuan didn't plan to give him a chance to surrender, and he couldn't say anything about it.

Looking at Wei Yuan again, his hands were almost constantly, and the compressed sword intent exploded in pieces, and everything until this time was just a forum, for the final blow to kill him.

In fact, in Zhao Fu's opinion, this was already terrifying and extremely powerful, but it was not caused by Wei Yuan's full strength, but it was only 60% of its power. Under Wei Yuan's continuous offensives, Zhao Fu would also use equal forces to defend in order to protect his physical strength.

When the time was ripe, Wei Yuan lost one hand and instantly a large number of sword intents gathered at his fingertips, which could be said to have shown ten percent of the power. The next moment, his finger turned angrily towards Zhao Fu's eyebrows. Zhao Fu did not notice anything unusual, and he still raised his sword to block it.

"boom!"

The next moment, Zhao Fu's long sword bent again, but this time the curve was more terrifying than any previous one. The entire sword body carried a vast and terrifying force and bombarded his master's head. Zhao Fu was alert for a moment, but when he found something wrong, everything was too late.

The sword body was only one palm away from his eyebrows. The strength of the sword intent contained in Wei Yuan's finger was the best in his life. If Zhao Fu tried his best, it might be possible to block it. But now he just wanted to protect himself. Every minute of Taoism was calculated accurately and he would never dare to waste it easily. This also caused his self-proclaimed smart head to be shattered in front of his sword. Blood mixed with brain matter was sputtered out, and a huge fan was drawn behind him.

Yanwu Pavilion once again fell into silence, and everyone's hearts were trembling. Looking at Wei Yuan's eyes seemed to be looking at monsters. This was the first time they saw such a arrogant attack, especially Wei Yuan still attacked him in a retrograde manner and killed a cultivator who was one level higher than him.

While everyone was shocked, Wei Yuan once again took out a battle post from his arms and threw it on Zhao Fu's headless corpse. The voice like an evil ghost in his life sounded again in the Yanwu Pavilion.

"Next!"
Chapter completed!