Yang Zixi came to participate in the Tianjiao List Competition this time, and was aiming at the top three.

In the last term, she was defeated by the son of the Shinto Sect, Ximenze. In this term, she was determined to defeat Ximenze and advance to the top three.

In addition, she also wants to protect the three and compete for the two.

Although she knew that the gap between her and the god son of the Holy Sword Sect Leng Qingtian was a bit big, she realized the extreme sword intent taught by her master. She believed that cross-border challenges people with higher cultivation levels than her still had some chance of winning.

Even if the chance of winning is small, she will give it a try!

"I accept your challenge!"

If it is Lin Jingxuan, Ximen Ze has to consider whether to respond.

After all, Lin Jingxuan was a bit terrifying and his methods were extremely bad. Even though he could beat his opponent off the ring, he insisted on stomping his opponent under his feet to humiliate him. This was a great humiliation that he could not accept.

But Yang Zixi is different.

Looking at the previous session, Yang Zixi defeated her opponent from the ring and never stepped on her opponent once.

Winning and defeat are common. If you lose, you lose. As long as you are not insulted, you will work hard for a hundred years and fight again. It is no big deal.

So he happily accepted Yang Zixi's challenge and flew onto the ring.

After the judges inspected both parties and confirmed that neither party had any defensive magic weapons, the competition began.

"Purple Goddess, a hundred years have passed. Your sword will cut the void and it will be useless to me."

Ximen Ze looked at Yang Zixi and said with awkward smile.

"A hundred years have passed, I can defeat you without using my ultimate move!"

After saying that, Yang Zixi raised his sword and attacked Ximen Ze.

"Then I want to see if you have that ability!"

Ximen Ze was not afraid, and carried the Nine-ring Beast-headed sword in his hand and faced Yang Zixi.

Dangdangdangdangdangdang!

The dense sound of metal collisions sounded like heaven and earth in an instant.

The two of them were above the ring, and they collided with each other with swords and swords. Every collision could create a terrifying spark.

Millions of people were surging and dazzled.

"This is the competition! It's exciting and exciting!"

Many people were very happy to watch and couldn't help but shout at the top of their voices.

"I was absolutely crushing. The process was not stimulating, but the result was stimulating, right?" Lin Jingxuan looked at Ye Chen and asked with a smile.

"Um."

Ye Chen nodded: "What the participants pay attention to is the result. The process doesn't matter. No matter how exciting and exciting the game is, you will feel a lot of trouble if you lose the game."

"Master's explanation!"

Lin Jingxuan grinned.

At this time, after a fierce battle, Yang Zixi, with her superb sword and super explosive power, pierced Ximen Ze's chest with one sword, and then kicked Ximen Ze's abdomen, knocking him down Thunder.

"In this game, Yang Zixi won and temporarily ranked third in the genius list!"

The judges made an announcement.

The whole place was boiling!

"Yang Zixi is so awesome! Her cultivation should be below Ximen Ze, and she can defeat the strong with weak. She is indeed the most qualified genius in the past ten thousand years!"

"Like her master, they are rare geniuses who can defeat the strong with weak!"

"I admire you! It is rare to have such cultivation at an age of more than 300. It is enough to be recorded in history and has been passed down forever!"

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Countless spectators expressed their appreciation.

Only Ye Chen shook his head.

"If I were to teach the body of the fetal Yuan Holy Body, if I had to teach it, I would have entered the Nascent Soul within a hundred years, and I would have been the Nascent Soul with the divine golden elixir. Unfortunately, I had such a good physique and was vained by a group of natives."

Ye Chen sighed in his heart.

He had long discovered that Yang Zixi was the Holy Body of the Fetal Yuan, but his cultivation level had not reached the perfection of the Golden Elixir Realm. Otherwise, using the Holy Body Yuan in Yang Zixi's body, he could quickly achieve the Nascent Soul Fruit, which would save a hundred years to conceive the Nascent Soul.

This is also the reason why he did not let Lin Jingxuan step on Yang Zixi.

If possible, he had to bring Yang Zixi back to earth. When the Golden Elixir Realm was complete, he could use her to break the Golden Elixir and become the Nascent Soul within one day.

"Next, I will challenge Leng Qingtian, the second-ranked Holy Sword Sect god son on the genius list!"

At this time, Yang Zixi's voice rang out.

Good guy!

Everyone was shocked by Yang Zixi's words.

Can a genius who is 300 years old challenge a genius who is 1,700 years old challenge?

Moreover, Leng Qingtian was already in the early stage of the Golden Elixir Realm a hundred years ago. After a hundred years, it must be at least the middle stage of the Golden Elixir Realm.

Yang Zixi was one hundred years ago in the early stage of the peak of the Golden Dan Realm, and one hundred years later, she survived to death in the late stage of the Golden Dan Realm.

This is a big gap!

Can you win?

Such thoughts emerge in many people's minds.

"I accept your challenge!"

Leng Qingtian jumped onto the ring without hesitation.

After the judges checked, he sneered: "You are good at using swords, and I am also good at using swords. It's not that easy to defeat me across borders."

"I know it's not that easy, but I still want to try it out. Is there any possibility of narrowly defeating you!" Yang Zixi said.

Next second!

She shouted softly:

"See the trick!"

After the words came, she threw the thin sword in her hand, held the sword technique with both arms and shouted:

"The seventh style of Tai Chi sword technique! Fairy scatters flowers!"

In an instant, the thin sword flew over Leng Qingtian, and thousands of sharp swords were transformed into, covering Leng Qingtian like rain.

"Just with your move! You can't beat me!"

Leng Qingtian raised his lips disdainfully, pointed the sword in his hand, and shouted:

"The seventh style of the Holy Sword Decision, Ten Thousand Swords to the Sect!"

After the words came to an end, Leng Qingtian's body turned at a speed of 100 turns per second.

As his body turned, in an instant, the sword in his hand was turned out by him, and pointed the tip of the sword into the sky.

Next second!

Boom boom boom!!!

The fairy scattered flowers used by Yang Zixi fell on the Ten Thousand Swords Chaozong cast by Leng Qingtian, and a big explosion occurred.

In an instant, thousands of swords that the fairy scattered flowers were all blown away.

Leng Qingtian's body was still rotating, and thousands of swords were transformed into him. He stopped, pointed the sword in his hand at Yang Zixi, and shouted:

"kill!"

Swallowing!!!

Thousands of sharp swords, like pear blossoms in rain, covered Yang Zixi, and then gathered together, turning into a giant sword for opening the sky, and slashing towards Yang Zixi.

"not good!"

Yang Zixi's face suddenly changed wildly.

She knew the horror of Wanjian Chaozong. No matter how much she dodged, the giant sword formed by Wanjian Chaozong would chase her at an astonishing speed until she hit her.

Once hit, with the power of Wanjian Chaozong, she knew that she would definitely lose.

And now, it is too late to use the extreme sword intent to block it.

The key is that she had just understood the intent of the urgent sword. Not to mention whether she could successfully use it, even if she could successfully use it, she might not be able to stop it.

Just when she was desperate.

Sudden!

She remembered a sentence that Master said to her.

"The essence of swordsmanship lies in its inner power, not in its gorgeous appearance. Put more effort into power. Don't spend your energy on flashy appearance. No matter how gorgeous you look, I can crush it with one sword."
To be continued...