Chapter 1247 Ranking First, Killing in One Move

The two sides are you come and go, there is back and forth.

After hundreds of rounds, Zhang Zhihe gained the upper hand.

And this advantage is becoming more and more obvious.

After the one hundred and fiftieth round of the fight, the five thousand of the Wuliang Sword Sect had no power to fight back.

Wen Zilong also nodded in relief.

It seems that there is no suspense in today's competition.

Zhang Kuihua was naturally relieved.

Even though Wen Zilong didn't participate in the competition, Zhang Zhihe was able to win the first place.

This year Sunflower Island can be regarded as proud.

But at this moment, Wen Zilong suddenly frowned.

I thought to myself: "Not good!"

The next moment, the situation took a turn for the worse.

Zhang Zhihe's steady upper hand suddenly lost the upper hand.

Wu Qianyi stabbed at him, and he had already blocked it, but his strength seemed to be much weaker than the opponent's in an instant.

Wuqian's sword fell directly on Zhang Zhihe's sword, and a sword pierced Zhang Zhihe's left shoulder.

Zhang Zhihe was also dissatisfied.

Regardless of the injury to his left shoulder, he started to counterattack directly.

But before he could launch his counterattack, the opponent's sword had already stabbed towards him.

And it stabbed straight at his right hand holding the sword.

Chi -

With a soft sound, it pierced directly from the palm of Zhang Zhihe's right hand, pierced through his arm, and an inch-long sword tip protruded from his right shoulder.

At this moment, the scene was silent.

Although it is said that when fighting, it is all to the end.

But after all, the sword has no eyes, and injuries are inevitable.

However, so far in this competition, there has never been such a serious injury.

Because after others hurt the opponent, they will immediately stop, so as not to cause serious injury to the opponent.

But for these five thousand, one sword directly pierced Zhang Zhihe's entire right arm.

He couldn't even hold a sword.

At this moment, Wuqian turned around abruptly and looked at the audience.

"what--"

He roared fiercely, as if the previous anger had finally come out.

Turning his head, he looked at all the audience.

Although he didn't speak, the momentum seemed to say "who else".

In the end, his gaze was fixed on Shi Wuhen of the Jade Maiden Sword Sect.

And Shi Wuhen finally understood the meaning of Wuqian at this moment.

This is equivalent to temporarily disabling Zhang Zhihe's right arm.

Although Zhang Zhihe's right arm will recover after ten days and half a month, it is absolutely impossible to participate in the next fight with Shi Wuhen.

In this way, Shi Wuhen will automatically get the second place.

At this time, all the disciples of Wuliang Sword Sect cheered.

"OK--"

"Awesome!"

"Five thousand senior brothers are number one!"

"champion!"

"I said it a long time ago, Senior Brother Wuqian must be the champion, hahahaha..."

People from other sects also applauded.

On the other hand, Zhang Kuihua looked a little ugly.

Originally, if Zhang Zhihe lost, he would lose.

But now Zhang Zhihe's right arm is temporarily useless, so he can't participate in the last competition at all.

That can only be firmly placed in third place.

"Ugh……"

Thinking of this, he sighed lightly.

However, I can't care about these at this time.

The five thousand divine grade long sword was still stuck in Zhang Zhihe's entire right arm.

We must find a way to treat him as soon as possible.

However, before he could make a move, the long sword under Wen Zilong's feet flew into the air and flew into the field.

"Wen Zilong—"

Zhang Kuihua hurriedly wanted to stop Wen Zilong.

You know, the referee hasn't announced the winner at this time.

According to the rules, if the referee enters the arena rashly before announcing the winner, the other sects will despise him.

However, Wen Zilong didn't listen to him at all.

Walk with the sword.

In just five seconds, they came to the field.

In the surrounding stands, when the disciples saw Wen Zilong enter the arena, they all became commotions.

"What are you doing?"

"Could it be that Sunflower Island refuses to accept the loss?"

"I don't believe that I have the ability to open another game to compare with others, but now I suddenly run off the field, which is too unruly."

"Get out!"

"Get out!"

Wen Zilong ignored the cries of these people at all, and regarded them as pigs.

At this moment, that Wuqian turned around and looked at Wen Zilong.

With a sarcastic smile on his face:

"What? You Sunflower Island can't afford to lose, do you want two people to go together?"

Wen Zilong ignored him at all, supported Zhang Zhihe, and asked:

"Junior Brother Zhang, how is the situation?"

Zhang Zhihe's face was pale, it was obvious that the pain had reached his bone marrow.

But still shaking his head: "I'm... fine."

Wen Zilong had to find a way to draw his sword.

But at this time, Wuqian was very upset to see that Wen Zilong ignored him directly.

He grabbed the hilt of his sword and drew it sharply.

Chi -

The divine grade long sword was pulled out of Zhang Zhihe's arm.

Blood spurted out immediately like a spurt of blood.

Zhang Zhihe's eyes were filled with pain, and he almost passed out.

Wuqian pointed at Wen Zilong with the god-grade long sword: "Okay, it doesn't matter. If you want two against one, I will accompany you."

As he said that, the god-grade long sword stabbed directly at the proficient.

Wen Zilong didn't even look at him.

The army-breaking sword energy of the right hand came out through the fingers, extending directly to more than 20 meters.

Lift gently.

Chi -

There was a soft sound.

Take the five thousand swords with the entire right arm, and cut off directly.

"what----"

Wuqian, who was a little arrogant just now, suddenly let out a long scream.

The pain of the broken arm made him almost faint.

Wen Zilong still didn't look at him, and continued to lower his head to treat Zhang Zhihe.

At this moment, the tens of millions of people present were all shocked.

What shocked them was not that Wen Zilong cut off Wuqian's right arm.

Instead, Wen Zilong's blue-white light cut off Wuqian's god-grade long sword!

The god grade long sword, the reason why it is a god grade sword, is very abnormal in terms of strength.

Even if it is a sixth-order peak powerhouse, it is impossible to destroy a god-grade weapon.

Now the light that suddenly extended from Wen Zilong's right hand easily cut off that divine weapon, how perverted is this?

Seeing this scene, all the disciples on Sunflower Island were surprised and delighted.

"Senior Brother Wen, he is indeed the strongest!"

"The number one ranked five thousand, in front of Wen Zilong, is completely crushed!"

"It's not just crushing, if Brother Wen wants to kill him, it's just a thought."

The island of Sunflower Island advocates that Sunflower is not so optimistic.

Ye Daozhu frowned slightly.

Wen Zilong got into trouble.

In front of such a person like me, it's fine to rush into the martial arts arena.

Now he directly seriously injured five thousand of Wuliang Sword Sect.

Taking a step back, even if Wuqian is seriously injured, it's nothing. After all, no matter how serious the injury is, he can fully recover after a month or so.

But he actually cut off the divine grade long sword of Wuliang Jianzong.

Although I don't know how he did it, but the divine grade long sword is extremely rare.

Each piece is a peerless treasure.

He cut it off like this, Wuliang Jianzong would never let him go.

Thinking of this, Zhang Kuihua sent a voice transmission to Ye Daozhu in her heart:

"Pay attention to protecting Wen Zilong."

Island Master Ye quickly responded:

"yes."