Gorgeous and enchanting supreme ghost doctor (Heavenly Doctor Fengjiu)

Just a glance at the two below, she knew that Pei Zixuan would definitely win this one-to-one match.As the big disciple of Sique, Pei Zixuan's strength is obvious to all. He came to fight this first battle, and he was one-on-one, winning without losing.

Underneath, the people on both sides retreated, and the two of them also moved a distance apart. As the spiritual energy surged in their bodies, when they rushed forward, they coincidentally showed up sharp swords to attack each other.

The biting sword struck out with a thud, with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, the sword shadow turned out like a shuttle, and when the two swords collided, a crisp clang sound sounded, and the two swords fought against each other. The distance narrowed, but a step away, the momentum of the two sides did not give way to each other, like two beasts, with a strong fighting spirit surging on their bodies, as Pei Zixuan's sword rubbed down, a spark was also splashed.

"hiss!"

The harsh sound made the viewers frowned. They saw the two fighting in front of them, their body and sword shadows were extremely fast, passing by like a ghost, both of them were the strength of the peak of the Nascent Soul, but, This combat power is somewhat different.

Compared with the opponent, Pei Zixuan's combat effectiveness is obviously better. After more than a dozen moves, the opponent is gradually at a disadvantage. Pei Zixuan's face is still calm and steady, and the opponent is already oozing sweat from his forehead, unable to stand back.

Because the more frightened, the more flustered, the combat effectiveness declined, and the strength and speed could not keep up. He was a little confused, and he was kicked out by Pei Zixuan. The whole person flew ten meters away and hit him. The brother was held back there.

"You have lost." Pei Zixuan said in a calm voice, turning the sword in his hand behind him.

The man stared at him fiercely, pushed away the people who supported him, and said: "Who said I lost? I haven't conceded yet!" He held the sword and struck forward fiercely. Pei Zixuan evaded the sword, and stepped back.

Seeing that the opponent's sword was about to stab him in front of his chest, Pei Zixuan's eyes flashed, and he immediately avoided him, turned his steps, and grabbed his sword from the side. At the same time, he turned his backhand and the sword he was holding back stood on his side like this. On the neck.

"Are you surrendering now?" Pei Zixuan asked, lowering the blade, and saw that with a stroke of sharp sword energy, blood oozes from his neck.

The pain from the neck made the man surnamed Wang stiff. He gritted his teeth and said, "I give up!"

"Since you admit defeat, hand over what you have on your body!" Pei Zixuan said, and the sword on his neck did not leave.

Hearing this, his face changed slightly, a sharp expression crossed his eyes, and his body froze unwilling to take out his things.

"Don't tell me you want to shame?" Pei Zixuan said, pressing the sword on his neck as a warning.

"Pei Zixuan! Do you dare to hurt me, my Wang family will not let it go!" He threatened viciously.

Seeing this, Pei Zixuan's gaze was half squinted, and he glanced coldly at him, and then reached out his hand and took all of his things off, together with those space rings and other things, after putting everything away, he moved away. Sword in the hand.

"If you can't lose, you shouldn't fight with me." Pei Zixuan said, thrusting the sword in his hand into the ground, the long sword pierced into the soil, and it shook slightly.

Pei Zixuan looked at those people, his stern eyes passed over them: "Who wants to fight me?"