Originally, Situ Dianmo's current strength had reached the late stage of Immortal Lord, enough to crush Han Junci in the early stage of Immortal Lord.
However, before taking the stage, Ye Bufan warned that the performances of Jin Meier and Xuanyuan Linglong in front of them were already too outstanding, so they must keep a low profile and not expose all their trump cards to others.
So from the beginning, she deliberately suppressed her own cultivation and only used the initial strength of the Immortal Lord to fight.
The two fought inextricably, and it took a full hour before they managed to achieve a small victory and knock the other off the ring.
After she won, everyone in the audience started whispering and talking.
"Oh my god, the Lingyun Sword Sect's people actually won again..."
"Yes, this sect is really evil. Apart from the three sects, five sects and seven major families, there seems to be only one Lingyun Sword Sect left..."
"Three people played and three of them won. This result is too impressive. Is this really a small sect?"
Although Ye Bufan has been deliberately keeping a low profile, some things cannot be hidden.
From the group stage to the present, none of the five participating members of the Lingyun Sword Sect have lost a single match. This is indeed quite a miracle.
Amid everyone's exclamations, the fourth scene began.
As soon as the ten participating disciples took the stage, two stunning women attracted everyone's attention.
One is Leng Qingqiu, standing there like a peerless magic weapon unsheathed, making people dare not look directly at him.
On the stage next to her is Fairy Aoyue of Bixia Sect. This woman is also extremely cold and arrogant.
Her chin was slightly raised, and her delicate face was flawless, as if no one in the world could catch her eye.
The two of them stood there, neither of them spoke, or even made any unnecessary movements, but for some reason, people couldn't help but compare them to each other.
Just thinking about it carefully, there is still a huge gap in strength between them.
As a genius of the Bixia Sect, Fairy Aoyue is at least in the late Immortal Lord stage.
Although Leng Qingqiu's attainments in swordsmanship were extremely astonishing, his cultivation level was only at the peak of the Immortal King.
As the game began, this gap became more obvious.
Fairy Aoyue's opponent was Chu Feng from the Chu family, a strong man in the middle stage of the Immortal Lord, but she could only sustain one move before being knocked off the stage.
Opposite Leng Qingqiu was a thin woman. She was not as cool as her, but her appearance was acceptable. Li Qianying, who came from the Phantom Sword, was also in the middle stage of the Immortal Lord.
As the competition progresses, the remaining players are getting stronger and stronger, and there is basically no weak one.
"I admit that your swordsmanship is very strong, but your cultivation is too weak. Go back and practice for a few years before you come back. You are no match for me."
Li Qianying showed incomparable arrogance when she opened her mouth. No matter how amazing Leng Qingqiu was before, it was still not as strong as her mid-level Immortal Lord.
"Do it!"
Leng Qingqiu didn't have any extra words, he just highlighted two words lightly, then stretched out his hand and drew out the Immortal Killing Sword.
The first key to the First Sword Immortal's swordsmanship is to move forward bravely. No matter how powerful the opponent is, he must dare to draw his sword in the end.
If you don't even have the courage to draw a sword, you don't deserve to be a swordsman at all.
"You are really stubborn. Then you can see if you are qualified to use a sword in front of me."
There was a trace of disdain on the corner of Li Qianying's mouth, and the momentum of the powerful mid-level Immortal Lord suddenly exploded, overwhelming him like an overwhelming force.
There is still a big difference between the cultivation level of the Immortal Lord and the Immortal King. The most obvious one is the pressure. Now it is more like a realm.
Under this kind of pressure, the opponent's strength will be greatly suppressed. If the cultivation level is too low, he may vomit blood and die on the spot.
Although Leng Qingqiu had drawn the Immortal Killing Sword, the sword in his hand felt like it was pressing down on a huge mountain, as heavy as a ten thousand stone. It would take a great effort to lift even a single bit of it.
"Hahaha, did you see that? You are not even qualified to draw a sword in front of me."
Li Qianying sneered, unbridled and extremely arrogant.
Although Leng Qingqiu had previously defeated the strong men in the early stage of Xianjun with his super swordsmanship, but so what, he was still like an ant in front of the strong men in the middle stage.
She did not defeat the opponent directly, but relied on her power to make the opponent bow down. This was the greatest insult.
Even if you plant a seed of humiliation in the other person's heart, you will not be able to make any progress in your future cultivation.
Everyone in the audience also shook their heads. Although the cold woman's performance before was extremely amazing, the gap was really too big.
In the realm of the Immortal King, there is a huge difference between the middle stage and the early stage. Besides, he is just an Immortal King and is not even qualified to use a sword in front of such a strong person.
"Give up, the gap is too big, it is the truth to bow your head and admit defeat..."
"Yes, in front of the Immortal King in the middle stage, how can a small Immortal King have the qualifications to qualify..."
"It's over. It seems that this woman will become the first failed disciple of Lingyun Sword Sect..." Ouyang Pingjiang said on the viewing platform: "This little girl seems to have no hidden strength. She is really the peak of the Immortal King."
Taoist Wuhuo nodded slightly: "Yes, there seems to be no suspense about such a huge gap in strength."
Fairy Chixia snorted coldly: "So what, this little girl just hasn't met a good teacher and doesn't have good training resources.
If you join our Bixia Sect, I can guarantee that the next Hundred Sects Battle for Hegemony will be a success."
Ouyang Pingjiang and Wu Huo Daojun both smiled slightly and said nothing, but they also did not give up on Leng Qingqiu.
What they value is the opponent's talent in swordsmanship, and their understanding of swordsmanship has nothing to do with their level of cultivation.
At this moment, Leng Qingqiu's expression was solemn, and he turned a deaf ear to the discussions around him. His mind was completely immersed in the Immortal Killing Sword.
It is no exaggeration to say that now her person is the sword, and the sword is the person, and she is completely immersed in the realm of the unity of man and sword.
Although the opponent she faced was extremely powerful, she had no intention of surrendering.
The immortal energy in his body was running wildly, and he held the Immortal Killing Sword in his hands with both hands, raising it upward inch by inch.
"Aren't you going to give in? It seems like I'm going to add more fire to you."
Li Qianying smiled more and more jokingly, and her aura increased by three points.
As a result, it became countless times more difficult for Leng Qingqiu to think of a sword.
At this moment, the hands holding the sword began to tremble. Not to mention lifting it up, even holding it became extremely difficult.
"I won't admit defeat!"
Leng Qingqiu's voice was very low, not even making a sound, it just echoed in his mind.
It's just that the pressure of this Immortal Lord is too strong. She bears the brunt of it alone and cannot bear it at all.
His hands were shaking more and more violently, and finally his right knee went weak and he knelt down on one knee on the ring.
Everyone in the audience was stunned for a moment and then shook their heads. The difference in strength was so great that the opponent didn't even need to take action. The pressure alone made it impossible for the opponent to stand.
But even so, Leng Qingqiu still held the Immortal Killing Sword in his hands, pointing forward with the tip of the sword pointing forward, showing no intention of giving up.
"Hahaha, you are already kneeling down, why don't you still give in?"
Li Qianying laughed arrogantly, then took a step forward.
Although it was only a step closer, the pressure on Leng Qingqiu increased countless times. A wisp of bright red blood dripped down the corner of his mouth and fell drop by drop at his feet.
