Wang Chuhe’s mountain kicks were performed again, and the two soon fought together.
The swordsmanship of the disciples of Tianjianmen is fierce, domineering, and sharp, with wide opening and closing.
Wang Chuhe’s legs are powerful and heavy, heavy on Yu Wanjun, and he is unparalleled.
For a moment, the sword energy was flying across the field, and the shadows of the legs were roaring. The two fought evenly, and it was hard to tell the winner.
Su Mo was surprised that this Heavenly Sword Sect disciple was really powerful.
Both the Tianyue Kingdom and the Iron Forest Kingdom were silent, and countless eyes were fixed on the battle in the field.
boom! boom! boom!
The attacks of the two were very violent, with non-stop collisions, strong shock waves, and endless sand and dust.
Not long after, the two fought for forty or fifty strokes, but they were still tied.
“kill!”
Both of them fought with real fire, and released their own martial souls respectively.
The martial soul of the disciple of Tianjianmen is a sword.
Wang Chuhe’s martial soul is also very suitable for his martial arts, it is a long boot.
The martial souls of the two are both at the eighth level of the human level.
After releasing their martial souls, the combat power of the two became stronger by three points, and they fought crazily.
After a hundred moves, the battle between the two finally changed.
The disciples of Tianjianmen were exhausted, and their offensive began to weaken.
But Wang Chuhe was still brave, and his combat power remained undiminished.
After another dozen tricks.
Wang Chuhe swept out with one leg, sending the disciples of Tianjianmen flying tens of meters away.
“I lost!”
This Tianjianmen disciple stabilized his figure and said with a gloomy face.
“Huh! You can fight me with more than a hundred moves, which is already very good!”
Wang Chuhe snorted coldly.
Now that the other party had conceded defeat, he didn’t make any more moves.
Because he knew that there was not much difference in strength between the two, and if the other party wanted to leave, he couldn’t stop him.
The Tianjianmen disciple sighed secretly, then turned around and returned.
In the arena, Wang Chuhe swallowed a qi recovery pill, regained his true energy a little, and then looked at the Tianyue Kingdom camp again.
“I don’t know who else is willing to fight, I, Wang Chuhe, will accompany you to the end!”
Wang Chuhe shouted loudly.
This time, none of the four major sects played.
The battle between Wang Chuhe and that Tianjianmen disciple was clearly seen by everyone.
The strength of the two is basically invincible at the same level.
Even the disciple of Tianjianmen was defeated, and among the other disciples of the second level of spiritual martial arts, no one was sure of defeating Wang Chuhe.
Yuan Zhan also didn’t send any fighters from the army to fight. In the entire Black Scale Army, there wasn’t a single fighter at the second level of the Spiritual Martial Realm who had this kind of fighting power.
Yuan Zhan’s face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.
Although in this second round of battle, our side only lost one person, but if you lose, you lose. This is an unchangeable fact!
What a huge shame.
Tangtang Tianyue’s tens of thousands of troops and hundreds of disciples from the Four Sects were swept away by two disciples from the Xuanji Sect at the same level.
If this gets out, no matter whether it is him or the four major sects, they will lose face.