On the Shengquan Sect's competition stage, Morey completed his recovery, exhaled a deep breath, and then walked onto the competition stage.
"Let's get started," Morey looked at Xu Zimo and said calmly.
The turtle roared softly and the tiger roared. He did not dare to hold back and went straight towards Xu Zimo.
There was a "clang" sound. Except for a few big guys present, many people didn't even see Xu Zimo's action of drawing the sword clearly. The light of the sword was already blooming in front of them.
This sword-drawing move was extremely fast and extremely sharp. Before Morey could even react, the shadows of the tiger and black turtle around him were already shattered.
Morey looked solemn and quickly took two steps back.
He didn't expect that the other party could easily destroy his two beast shadows with just an ordinary sword strike.
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He exhaled a long breath, and the phantom of the Samsara Pegasus appeared again, and the huge beast's power surged towards Xu Zimo.
"Ask the fifth of the nineteen poses, the wind is blowing," Xu Zimo murmured softly.
The scimitar seemed to be rolled up by a storm, turning into an extreme gust of wind that bloomed on the blade. The aura between heaven and earth changed instantly, and the wisps of aura twisted into a tornado state, all attached to the tip of the blade.
When the scimitar collided with Morey's Samsara Pegasus, cracks appeared on the competition platform under their feet.
The two extreme forces collided into a stalemate, the Samsara Pegasus roared, and those strange eyes seemed to reflect a thousand feet of light.
Above the scimitar, the cold wind became more and more boiling, and the storm roared past, seeming to bury the entire world.
Looking at Morey's face, which was almost distorted with all his strength, Xu Zimo seemed to be able to cope with it with ease.
He slowly took half a step back and whispered: "The sixth posture, the killing knife."
When the sixth of the nineteen postures was used, the storm on the blade calmed down little by little.
A choking smell of blood began to permeate the surroundings, and Ba Ying's entire body was covered in a layer of blood red.
Morey looked at the red scimitar that had become alluring and strange, and a sea of blood seemed to be reflected in front of his eyes.
The blood in the sky seemed to melt him, sweeping in from above.
In just an instant, the Samsara Pegasus shattered into pieces with a cry of pain. Morey was unable to dodge, and the scimitar went directly through his right shoulder.
The scene instantly became quiet, and only the sound of "click, click" could be heard, and the competition platform that was already full of cracks completely collapsed.
Drops of blood flowed from Morey's shoulder, and the blood-sucking scimitar looked even weirder.
"I lost," Morey said these three words with difficulty as cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Xu Zimo chuckled lightly, took out the scimitar and returned it to the sheath, and then walked towards the competition stage.
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"The disciples of the Holy Sect are really talented," Luo Changhe in the audience said with an embarrassed smile.
He had thought that Morey would lose before, but he didn't expect that he would lose so easily.
In less than three moves, he was already defeated.
"Brother Luo, Miao Zan," the Tianzhen elder smiled and shook his head, looked at Xu Zimo who had stepped down, and asked: "Xiao Mo, how long have you been practicing?"
"Less than half a year," Xu Zimo replied.
"Then where do you rank on the inner sect's Hidden Dragon Ranking?" the Tianzhen elder continued to ask.
Just like the outer sect’s Crouching Tiger Ranking, the inner sect naturally has its own ranking on the Hidden Dragon Ranking.
"Disciple, I am ashamed that I have not been able to enter the Hidden Dragon Ranking," Xu Zimo sighed regretfully.
"Then you have to keep working hard. Only by entering the Hidden Dragon Ranking can you be considered an elite inner disciple," the Tianzhen elder said regretfully.
Listening to the conversation between the two, Luo Changhe's expression on the side became more and more embarrassing.
These two people were simply showing off in front of him. A disciple who failed to enter the Qianlong Ranking brutally killed the number one member of their inner sect of the Holy Spring Sect.
If he were a disciple of Qian Long Bang, wouldn't he be able to beat their core disciples?
Luo Changhe absolutely did not believe that Xu Zimo could not enter the Qianlong Ranking with his strength, but he could not refute anything. Who could let his disciples fail to live up to expectations?
Otherwise, he should be the one showing off now. This is the first time he has discovered that this old guy from Tianzhen is so vindictive.
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"Elder Tianzhen, this inner sect competition is over. I will let the elder entertain you later. The matter of the Saint of Xianling Sect cannot be delayed. I may have to deal with it now," Luo Changhe really couldn't bear it.
The two boasted and were ready to find an excuse to leave.
"It's okay, you can go and don't worry about us," the Tianzhen elder waved his hand and said with a smile: "Coming to watch the inner sect competition this time has also benefited me a lot. Shengquan Sect is really full of talents."
"I'm leaving and you're still pretending?" Luo Changhe smiled at the Tianzhen elder. He was the kind of person who smiles superficially but never smiles. In his heart, he greeted the eighteenth generation of the Tianzhen elder several times.
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At this time, the Zhenwu Holy Sect was enveloped by Xu Qingshan's majestic aura.
When that momentum broke through the sky, several waves of holy power appeared in various places within the Zhenwu Holy Sect.
When these holy powers were faintly connected together, the divine power billowed in the sky, as if the heaven and earth were about to collapse, and it was as grand as the birth of the great emperor.
With the wind and clouds swirling, and the blue sky rumbling with explosions, Elder Xianyun's face turned pale, and he felt his momentum backfire, his throat felt sweet, and he almost spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Master Xu, don't be angry. We don't want to start a war with the Holy Sect." Elder Fanyun on the side quickly grabbed Elder Xianyun and said with a respectful expression: "Elder Xianyun was also a little too excited because of the saint's matter, and he also hoped that
Sect Leader Xu, don’t be offended.”
"Since the founding of the Holy Sect, you are one of the few people who dare to act so arrogantly," Xu Qingshan snorted coldly and grabbed Qingluan on the side with his right palm.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth instantly condensed into a big hand, and the index finger of this big hand pressed lightly, as if the sky was falling apart.
Endless spiritual energy spread out at the fingertips, and a vortex like a black hole was squeezed and broken.
The space collapsed, the rules were chaotic, and the huge Qingluan didn't even have time to scream, before it was directly wiped out by fingers.
A large vacuum appeared in the space where Qingluan originally existed, and Elder Xianyun on the side was dripping with cold sweat on his forehead.
You must know that she was in the Holy Pulse realm. When Xu Qingshan took action just now, she didn't even have a chance to resist.
Fortunately, Xu Qingshan was facing Qingluan just now, not her.
"This is a lesson. If there is a next time, this Qingluan will be the fate of your Xianling Sect," Xu Qingshan said calmly.
"Sect Master Xu, I was offended this time. I apologize to your sect for my behavior just now," Elder Xianyun on the side was silent for a moment, and then said slowly.
The Holy Pulse Realm is already the group of people who stand at the top of this world, and it is a very rare thing for a Holy Pulse Realm to apologize.
