All the onlookers under the ring watched with bated breath as the competition became more and more fierce in the ring.

The sword was so fast that it was impossible to see the appearance and the trajectory of the moves.

However, what everyone can see is that the wrinkled strength is obviously inferior to Zhou Fan, and he can only rely on the lightness of the sword technique to deal with Zhou Fan's huge strength and fast knife.

Zhou Fan was also a little surprised in his heart, after he entered the speed section, the knife became faster and faster, but he didn't expect that the wrinkles were deep under his fast knife, and he could still support it.

The deep cold long sword that was wrinkled deeply was haunted, and it was indeed able to block Zhou Fan's rusty knife every time.

The sound of swords clashing is endless.

Father-in-law Ao's face became solemn, this was not the same as he expected, but he wrinkled deeply and said right, even if Zhou Fan was placed in the entire Great Wei Dynasty, it was one of the few geniuses he had ever seen.

Yan returned with some feelings, he was thinking that at this young age, if he met Zhou Fan and them, he might not be able to win the two people on the stage.

Sure enough, it was the back wave that pushed the front wave, but he soon rejoiced in his heart, there were two more powerful speed stage martial artists in the Yiluan Division, which was definitely a great thing.

Zhou Fan saw that the wrinkles were deep and could block his fast knife, so he was relieved, and the knife technique in his hand changed, no longer a basic knife technique, but chasing the wind!

With his current strength, it is naturally not as difficult to use the wind chasing momentum as it was in the strength section before.

The knife was so fast that only a trace of afterimage could be seen, and dozens of knives were slashed in an instant.

The vast majority of the martial artists in the audience just felt that there was a flower in front of them, and their eyes could no longer see the movement of the sword light, and there was an uproar in the crowd.

"This is a quick knife!" Grandpa Oku blurted out, and he almost bit his tongue.

Li Jiujiu also let out a sigh, he knew that Zhou Fan's knife was fast, but it was the first time he had seen Zhou Fan's knife so fast.

Wrinkle couldn't keep up, and he struggled to block the sword momentum like a sea tide, and was forced to retreat again and again.

"I can be faster, can you still stop it?" Zhou Fan let out a long roar, it was the first time he had fought so freely with someone.

"Less nonsense!" Fu snorted deeply, his body shook, pulled out two phantoms, and threw himself at Zhou Fan.

It is surprisingly the use of the means of the speed band.

"Well done. Zhou Fan laughed, and the knife momentum changed again.

Break the wind faster than chasing the wind!

As fast as the wind, the rusty knife turned into two knife shadows, facing the two phantoms that were deeply wrinkled.

The clanging sound sounded one after another, bursting out with a little spark, and even a faint smell of the scorching aura emitted by the violent collision of swords.

Some people in the audience watched the fight between the two, they were dazzled, and their eyes faintly felt dry.

Those ordinary martial artists were even more shocked in their hearts, they had seen a martial artist in the speed stage, but they had never seen such a fast martial artist.

The deputy captain of the patrol team had the strength to burst into a high level, and looking at the competition on the stage, sweat oozed from his forehead, it turned out that there was such a big gap between him and the top martial artists of Yiluan Division, no wonder that Father-in-law Ao had a salty attitude towards him.

After a moment of grappling, his wrinkled body ejected and stood on the edge of the ring.

Zhou Fan didn't catch up, he just looked at it with a calm face and wrinkled.

Wrinkling deeply and panting slightly, he glanced at the several shallow knife marks left on his left arm, if it weren't for his strong defense in the resistance section, he would have ended the battle by being slashed by these slashes.

But even so, with the blessing of Zhou Fan's strength and knife, he still left knife marks on his body.

Fu Shen knew in his heart that if he wanted to fight Zhou Fan with his own defensive power, he might not be able to.

"Why don't we fight again next time. Zhou Fan proposed with a gentle face.

Wrinkle Shen just wants to win, there is no bad intention, and the two do not have any enmity, so Zhou Fan has no ill feeling towards Wrinkle Shen.

Zhou Fan knew that Wrinkle Deep was probably at the limit, and Wrinkle Deep couldn't win him in this battle.

Wrinkled deeply and bowed his head slightly, then raised his head again and said with blazing eyes: "How is your defense? I still have a move, but once this move is used, it is completely uncontrollable." ”

Wrinkled deeply because he was afraid of killing Zhou Fan by mistake.

Zhou Fan's eyebrows narrowed slightly: "Even if you make it, it is." ”

"That's good. Wrinkle took a deep breath, he was unwilling to lose like this, he didn't even force Zhou Fan's limit out, how could he admit defeat like this.

Wrinkled deeply, his face was cold, he was just a horizontal long sword, swaying to the left, his figure floating like a ghost, and instantly pulled out more than a dozen phantoms.

These dozen or so phantoms continue to blur more phantoms, and the wrinkles in the ring are all deep with swords, such a scene is like an illusion of light and shadow, it is difficult to distinguish the real from the fake, and the shadows are still phantom.

The ultimate in phantom-level body technique!

Everyone in the ring was stunned.

Even the return of Grandpa Ao and Yan is no exception.

"Good. Grandpa Ao's face showed ecstasy.

Yan Hui had seen the extreme of phantom-level body technique, but he didn't expect to see it in a country martial artist, he was already prepared, if the two of them were in danger of their lives, then they would interrupt the fight at any time.

Li Jiujiu's clear eyes showed a hint of melancholy.

Zhou Fan's face in the ring became solemn, his body swept away, and four phantoms were differentiated, facing the phantoms that surrounded him in all directions, he had just stepped into the middle of the speed, but he didn't have the ability to wrinkle deeply.

"Swords in all directions!"

A deep wrinkled voice sounded, and dozens of phantoms swung their swords in unison, pointing east to west, guide to north, and the field was full of sword shadows.

The seemingly illusory sword shadows are all real and spilled sharp long swords.

Zhou Fan faced the sword shadows in all directions, he let out a cold snort, and the knives in the hands of the four phantoms that he pulled out slashed out violently.

There was a thunderous roar.

Only faint silver lightning could be seen slicing through the air, striking all the sword shadows.

The lightning was so fast that a single bolt of lightning could crush all the sword shadows.

Not to mention four more such thunderbolts!

Thunder!

The shadow of the sword collapsed, and the wrinkles flew out of the ring, falling out of the ring.

Zhou Fan put the knife into the sheath.

Wrinkled deeply, his feet fell to the ground, and a mouthful of blood spurted out between his mouths, it was not Zhou Fan who hurt him, but he was injured by forcibly urging the secret technique in "Heaven and Earth is not lacking in Great Wishes", in fact, at the last moment when Zhou Fan's rusty knife defeated the sword shadow, Zhou Fan's wrist trembled slightly and slapped him out of the ring with the back of the knife.

This shows one thing, Zhou Fan still has spare strength at this time.

There was silence for a while, but soon many people began to applaud, and such a wonderful competition was rare for them in ten years.

Zhou Fan and his wrinkled bodies were shrinking and returning to their original state, and the battle between the two just now seemed to be a long time, but in fact, it was a short time.

"I lost. Wrinkled deeply and calmly, there was no look of depression on his face.

Even a single defeat couldn't crush him, and he wrinkled deeply.