There was silence under the ring, looking at the two people who walked into the ring.

"The competition begins. The instructor under the ring reminded.

"Do you really cultivate for eleven hours a day?" Hou Thirteen Jian couldn't help but speak.

"If you don't believe it, what's the use of asking?" Zhou Fan smiled faintly and pulled out the rusty knife.

Shout!

The thin short black sword ejected from the sword box and landed on Hou Thirteen's sword, and he sighed, "How tired it is if you don't sleep." ”

Hou Thirteen Swords couldn't stand it, if he was tired from practicing swords, he would have to sleep.

Hou Thirteen Jian shook his head, and he disappeared in place.

There was a slight commotion under the ring, and under the gaze of so many people, it could disappear without a trace, and this monkey show was too weird.

Zhou Fan was ready for battle.

In fact, Zhou Fan had not yet entered the Martial Knowledge Section, and his five senses were completely inferior to those of the Martial Knowledge Section.

But even the Martial Knowledge Duan couldn't find the disappearing Hou Thirteen Swords.

However, Zhou Fan had expected this, he just raised his eyebrows lightly and looked at it.

It seems that Zhou Fan is the only one left in the ring.

Swish!

A thin black sword suddenly appeared, stabbing straight into the back of Zhou Fan's head.

The moment the subtle stabbing wind sounded, Zhou Fan also disappeared in place!

The short black sword lost its target and disappeared again.

Zhou Fan's figure appeared in the westernmost corner of the ring, so that he could not look behind him.

Because Hou Thirteen Swords' monkey play style only disappeared using a certain method, but it should not be able to fly, and it should not be able to go around behind Zhou Fan without falling into the ring.

Zhou Fan didn't use the purple gold armor because the purple gold armor coupled with his true qi defense might be able to defend against the sword stabs of the Thirteen Swords, but he didn't want to take this risk.

"This is a good idea, why didn't I think of it?" Du Ni, who was watching the battle, said with some annoyance, "But the Thirteen Swords are not only capable of this move......

Zhou Fan's eyes rolled, scanning the position where the Thirteen Swords might appear.

Swish!

The thin black sword still appeared and stabbed in Zhou Fan's back.

Zhou Fan immediately disappeared in place, and he appeared in the middle of the ring.

The figure of Hou Thirteen Swords loomed not far to Zhou Fan's right, and he smiled: "Do you guess I ran down the ring to stab your sword just now?"

"It's me who wants to fork in, and this kind of speculation doesn't make sense. Zhou Fan shook his head and said.

Because Hou Thirteen Swords is invisible, even if he runs out of the ring, as long as the instructor who is responsible for deciding the outcome of the competition does not see it, he cannot determine that Hou Thirteen Swords has committed a foul.

"Can you still do this......" Du Ni said with a sigh.

Hou Thirteen Swords' body swirled and disappeared again.

Not long after, a thin black sword suddenly appeared and stabbed at Zhou Fan's left waist.

It's as fast as it gets, it's hard to prevent!

Zhou Fan could have used the Moon Occult Armband to defend against the black sword's attack, but he didn't use it, and the rusty knife in his hand slashed out from right to left.

But it can come first.

With a ding, the thin black sword and the rusty knife touched and disappeared again, and this time it appeared on Zhou Fan's back.

The left waist can still be defended, but what about the back?

The purple gold light on Zhou Fan's body appeared, and the purple gold thorns shot out.

The thin short black sword pierced into the purple gold thorn, but the figure of the thirteen swords had already been stabbed by the purple gold thorn.

The thorn armor of the Purple Gold Eight Armor could not pierce the true qi defense of the Hou Thirteen Sword, but it could reveal the original form of the Hou Thirteen Sword.

The knife in Zhou Fan's hand swept from front to back.

Wait for the thirteen swords to resist with horizontal swords.

With a bang, Hou Thirteen Jian took a few steps back, and he just wanted to disappear.

But a syllable had already burst out of Zhou Fan's mouth.

Dragon God Language!

Hou Thirteen Swords' body stagnated for a moment.

At this moment, Zhou Fan's rusty knife had already slashed again.

The quick sword unfolded, and a circle of bright sword light enveloped Hou Thirteen Jian's body in it.

Hou Thirteen Swords raised their swords to resist.

The cold blue flames, jet-black thunder arcs, and blue-black ghost qi all burst out.

Hou Thirteen Swords relied solely on his own true qi to hold on to these three different kinds of true qi, and he sometimes felt the scorching heat, sometimes felt the thunderous bombardment, and sometimes felt the erosion of the cold qi.

Only by facing Zhou Fan's attack did he know how frightened these three forces had become with the assistance of Zhou Fan's own true qi.

Hou Thirteen Swords, even if he was a martial arts section, was retreating more than he was fighting, and he didn't even have time to disappear invisibly.

Completely suppressed by Zhou Fan's extremely fast knife technique, the knife technique sometimes chases the wind, sometimes breaks the wind, such as thunder, like lightning, like a streamer, faster and faster.

The swords collided, and a gust of true qi broke out, blowing everyone in the ring in rags.

There was silence under the ring, and Hou Thirteen Swords was forced to retreat to such a situation.

It's just that in the blink of an eye, the thirteen swords were forced back to the edge of the ring, and he couldn't retreat again.

Hou Thirteen Jian's eyes were solemn, he screamed, and the thin short black sword in his hand suddenly disappeared.

Zhou Fan retreated at this moment, because the thin black sword of the Thirteen Swords appeared in his body, and he was about to penetrate out.

Zhou Fan snorted coldly, the blood in his body boiled, and he strangled towards the somewhat illusory short black sword.

The thin black sword immediately shattered and disappeared into Zhou Fan's body.

Hou Thirteen Swords took advantage of Zhou Fan's pause and disappeared in front of Zhou Fan's eyes.

When Hou Thirteen Sword reappeared, he was not far behind Zhou Fan, he gasped slightly, it was really dangerous just now, if he hadn't taken the risk of using the Monkey Opera II style of immortal bean picking at a critical moment, he would have been forced to fall into the ring.

Zhou Fan turned around, and he glanced at the thin short black sword in the hand of Hou Thirteen Swords.

"What a weird swordsmanship. Zhou Fan raised his eyebrows and said, this sword was obviously crushed by him, but it could still appear in the hands of Hou Thirteen Swordsman.

Could this sword be able to switch between the unreal and the real?

This trick is a bit too clever.

"But I can't help you. Hou Thirteen Sword sighed, if he hadn't retrieved the sword in time, his Hou Thirteen Sword would probably have been destroyed.

"Why didn't you use this immortal to pick beans in the first place?" Zhou Fan said a little puzzled.

Such a strange sword technique can be used to easily solve the opponent.

"Because the immortal bean picking consumes a lot for me, and we are just fighting, not life and death, if we kill you, then there will be one less interesting person in the world. Hou Thirteen Swords explained: "But I won't use it again in the future, because your body is a little strange, and you can actually break my immortal bean picking." ”

Zhou Fan said: "I can also crack the first form of your monkey play, so what should you do? Do you want to use the last of the three forms of monkey play?"

Zhou Fan only knew the Danjian bean ring of the Thirteen Swords, and the third form of the monkey play was the ring, but he didn't understand what it meant.

Hou Thirteen Jian hummed and nodded slightly: "I can only try it with the third form of monkey play." ”

"You have to be careful, the ring in the trick is a nine-link ring, and the third form of the monkey play I call it the nine-sword ring. Hou Thirteen Jian said, he raised the sword in his right hand, grabbed the tip of the sword with his left hand, and directly bent the thin black sword into a sword ring.

Hou Thirteen Jian chuckled again, his hands were staggered, and a sword ring was abruptly divided into two.