Chapter 651: Master Jiang's Six-Style Martial Arts Competition

"Your Excellency, it's almost over. Although you have some secret skills, you probably won't last long. You can't be my opponent, or..."

As he was speaking, he suddenly saw a sly smile in Jiang Fan's eyes: "Your Excellency, you are careless."

The man was startled and before he could react, countless strange lines suddenly lit up on the ground.

It's a formation! The man was shocked that the opponent had unknowingly arranged a formation on the ground.

At the same time, he suddenly felt that his whole body was restrained and he could hardly move.

The next moment, the man roared, his true energy exploded, and he tried to break free.

And he did succeed, freeing his upper body from the restraints, but his feet could not be separated. Just when he was surprised why the restraints under his feet were stronger, his eyes blurred, and he found a long sword stabbing him in the air.

The man was shocked and wanted to clamp the sword with both palms, but was surprised to find that the sword was so sharp that he did not dare to touch it rashly with his cultivation at the Grand Master Realm.

However, during his pause, the battle was over.

Jiang Fan put his long sword against the man's throat: "I accept."

The man snorted angrily: "Insidious, you can't win without force."

Jiang Fan laughed, knowing that it was indeed sinister. At first, he deliberately used fists to fight, just to induce the opponent to give up his weapons. Sure enough, the man saw that his cultivation was low and fell into the trap.

Then, Jiang Fan knew that his moves were not as good as others, but he resisted the beating, fought hard and carved the formation pattern on the ground without leaving any trace.

In the end, relying on the restraints of the formation pattern, the green snake was suddenly sacrificed, killing the man by surprise.

He casually restrained the man's acupuncture points.

"Sorry, your cultivation level is much higher than mine, so you can only use your brain."

Jiang Fan smiled: "Besides, there is no rule against using formations, and there is no rule against using swords."

"You!" The man was extremely angry, but he was speechless.

Jiang Fan smiled: "People from Taihua won't be able to afford to lose, right?"

The man snorted loudly: "If a person from Taihua loses, he loses. You won, but I look down on you!"

Who cares whether you think highly of me or not, I, Jiang Laoliu, only want results.

Jiang Fan looked up to the sky and laughed, put away his sword, "I accept it."

After saying that, he squatted down, and when the man was stunned, he untied the boots on the man's feet, replaced his own worn out shoes, stood up and jumped around: "It's okay, but a little big. ”

After saying that, he smiled and patted the man on the shoulder. He didn't have time to feel the sense of accomplishment of winning the first battle, and turned around and walked up the mountain.

That person was confused...

Demon Sword Peak is different from Tian Jian Feng. It is full of rugged stone forest, as if a strange sword is pointing towards the sky, and even exudes a strange sword aura, which makes people feel creepy.

It's very possible that there's something weird about this mountain peak. Jiang Fan just looked at it briefly and quickly climbed the mountain. There was no time to delay now.

The time of the war was getting closer and closer, and he still didn't know what the situation on the top of the mountain was like. Although he knew that it would be impossible to besiege Xiaocui if Taihua posted heroic posts, he was still a little worried.

Soon he climbed up the mountain, and when he was a hundred feet away from the top of the mountain, a huge martial arts arena came into view. The martial arts arena is a thousand feet in diameter, with a huge bluestone pavement. Countless lamps and torches illuminate the venue like daylight, and there are also crowds of onlookers standing around.

The strange thing is that they are all very quiet, almost silent.

"Please give me permission, borrow it, borrow it..."

There were many people standing in front of Jiang Fan. He wanted to push aside and squeeze in, but was rejected and received a dissatisfied look.

Who is this? Everyone wants to stand in front, why do you?

Jiang Fan was stunned for a moment, looked at a few people and smiled: "Well, I want to go in..."

"Hmph!" Someone whispered: "Who doesn't want to go in? If you're late, just stay back."

Jiang Fan scratched his head: "Well, my situation is special..."

"I think you have a special brain. This is too beautiful. Don't make any noise."

Jiang Fan had no choice but to say: "Everyone, I am Jiang Fan, how about you please give in?"

One person sneered: "What do you have to do with us..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly froze and looked uncertainly at the young man in front of him: "You...Jiang Fan?"

Jiang Fan pointed at himself: "Ah, yes, I am Jiang Fan."

"Xiao...King Xiaoyao, Jiang Fan?" the man asked blankly.

Jiang Fan smiled: "Yes, it's me."

Several people were stunned at the same time. This guy in front of them was actually King Xiaoyao? It's not surprising that he came, but why did he come?

Knowing his identity, several people hurriedly made way for him.

"Thank you, thank you very much."

Jiang Fan cupped his hands and walked in.

Someone behind him said in a daze: "Oh my God...I also met King Xiaoyao today..."

Once inside, Jiang Fan saw Ying Wushuang standing in the square with a sword.

She looked fine, and Jiang Fan couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

Looking around, the thousand-foot-square square is divided into four stands. On the main stand are people from Taihua, a total of more than a thousand people. On the left and right sides of the main stand were about three thousand warriors of all kinds. However, there was no one on the opposite side of the main stand. Jiang Fan thought about it and realized that this place should be reserved for the Empress' side. However, he did not expect that the Empress did not bring any spectators, but only brought 10,000 cavalry to gather at the foot of the mountain.

Jiang Fan carefully looked at the people at the front of the main stand.

He had only seen one of the three leaders, Ling Yun. The other two should obviously be the other two of the Three Immortals of Taihua.

Sitting in the middle was a man with long eyebrows like Maitreya Buddha. Jiang Fan looked at him carefully and found it a little funny. Sure enough, there was a strand of eyebrow missing. I'm afraid he couldn't have thought that this strand of eyebrow has now been installed on the whisk of Tianjizi.

On the left hand side of the long eyebrows was an old man wearing a gray robe, thin and sinister. His pair of gray and yellow eyebrows were very thick, but they looked like two flames, surging upwards.

Judging from his position, he must be Xiao Cui's opponent today, Taihua Demon Sword Immortal, Lu Ya.

Jiang Fan took a good look at this person, after all, he was going to fight Xiao Cui to the death.

Then, his eyes looked past the three people and looked behind.

There were eight people sitting there. Although there was no aura, it made people feel that it was not simple at a glance.

After the three immortals, I think it was the twelve elders of Taihua. Shouldn't there be twelve? Why did I only see eight people?

Further on, it might be Taihua disciples of various generations. There were too many people, so Jiang Fan was too lazy to look.

The next moment, he looked up to a higher place. Although Jiang Fan's foothold was close to the top of the mountain, it was not the real peak. Above a hundred feet was the real top of the Demon Sword Peak, where the two of them would fight today.

Jiang Fan's heart surged. It was a peak battle. The Huashan Sword Contest in his previous life was the peak. He had longed for it when he was studying. Who would have thought that time and space would turn, and today, he would have the honor of witnessing the world's top battle.

I wonder what Mr. Jin would think when he saw such a scene...