However, no matter how violent the Qiankun Hammer Shadow was and how raging the Dao Yun was, it could not find Ding Huan's whereabouts.

Liang Chuanjin didn't take Ding Huan seriously at first, but the more he fought, the more frightened he became.

He is not a brainless guy. Ding Huan's avoidance is more difficult than confronting him head-on.

At this moment, Ding Huan's knife struck again.

Liang Chuanjin clearly felt Ding Huan's long knife, but he couldn't avoid it.

"Poof!" A burst of blood exploded, and Liang Chuanjin felt his arm go cold.

He was horrified, as it was obvious that one of his arms had been chopped off by the other party.

Before he could grab his arm, he felt a chill coming from his back.

Liang Chuanjin's Qiankun Hammer Shadow Magical Power is still wreaking havoc on this area of ​​the stage, and it seems like he has the upper hand.

Only Liang Chuanjin himself knew that his Hammer Shadow Daoyun could not catch his opponent's position at all, and what he was facing now was a death threat. He could only forcefully avoid such a threat.

Click! Liang Chuanjin saw with his own eyes that his severed arm was strangled into a bloody mist by his Hammer Shadow Daoyun before it even fell to the ground.

A violent force hit his back, and he flew up, then fell heavily to the ground.

Liang Chuanjin lay on the ground unable to move. At this time, all the bones in his back were broken.

"No. 3211 wins."

A sweet voice rang in Ding Huan's ears. Just when Ding Huan was satisfied, he saw a woman rushing up.

The woman didn't speak at all. As soon as she got on the stage, she hit Ding Huan with the Fantasy Sea Thorn Whip.

Ding Huan sneered in his heart. Sure enough, she was from Lingyao Immortal Pavilion again. It seemed that as long as he knocked this woman down, Han Qiong Sang would come on stage.

This time, Ding Huan's long sword transformed into a screen of swords. The screen of swords was entangled with the shadow of the woman's illusory sea of ​​thorns and whips, and soon the screen of swords was swallowed up by the shadow of the whips of thorns and whips.

The monks watching the battle outside the arena had not yet reacted to Ding Huan's victory over Liang Chuanjin, but they once again witnessed an even more exciting battle.

"Senior Sister Feng Ling will win for sure, look at her Illusion Sea Thorn Whip locking up that bullshit Six."

"Not necessarily. The old one was locked by Senior Brother Liang's Qiankun Hammer?"
Chapter completed!