"The Heaven and Earth Sword Formation collapsed into a lake!"
If someone else had insulted the Zhenzong's formation like this, it is unlikely that the disciples of the Zhenzong would have rushed up and fought with him for a while, but that punch was too fierce, too hard, too powerful, and too crisp.
There were many geniuses gathered around, and all of them had deep eyes.
There are seven direct disciples, three or four core disciples of the big branch sects, plus a few core disciples of the small branch sects, a total of eighteen people. These are all very promising to advance to the innate level, but at this moment they had vowed to win the championship.
Yes, when they met the person in front of them, they had to put away their pride one by one.
In fact, the biggest favorite in this world's martial arts competition has become Yang Wuyue.
The third round is about to begin. The top 30 players will still play against each other one by one. After playing 29 games, they will qualify based on their winning or losing rate.
Today is the most lively day. The elders of the small sects in the Qixuan area, the leaders of the Sixteen Xiuwu families, the princes and generals of the thirty-six countries and masters of their own countries, the masters and deputy masters of the major Qixuanwu palaces, all swarmed in.
By now, it was even more complete than on the opening day.
"One move, another move!"
"That's not a move, it's clearly a punch!"
"No one can block Yang Wuyue's punch!"
No one can take on the fierce battle that is so devastating.
"The Weapon Refining Sect, Huo Yanluo!"
Yang Wuyue still looked calm and calm: "Let's take action!"
Huo Yanluo knew how powerful Yang Wuyue was, so since he was given the opportunity to make a move, he did not hesitate to use his biggest trump card "Fire of the Abyss!"
A dazzling red light flashed through Huo Yanluo's hole, which was the color of fire, the scorching heat wave of a crimson flame.
"Fire spirit, high-level fire spirit!"
"You're only at the peak of pulse condensation, but you actually absorbed a high-grade fire essence?"
"You're a middle-grade human-level fire spirit! Brother, you are so willing!" On the side, the elders joked that Huo Yanluo's father was the leader of the weapon refining sect in front of him.
"Don't mention it, a lot of effort was wasted in order for him to absorb this fire essence!" Although the leader of the Weapon Refining Sect only said this, his pride and satisfaction were self-evident.
"Very good!" Yang Wuyue laughed and said, "You are qualified to take a punch from me!"
After saying that, waves of turbulent air instantly burst out from his fist, surging like ripples. If you look carefully, you can see that it is the vitality of heaven and earth flowing backwards, as well as fierce lightning.
"Thunder energy?"
"What do you mean, he didn't use all his strength in the front?"
"What kind of monster is this?"
In fact, Yang Wuyue has always suppressed his cultivation at the peak of pulse condensation, and this moment is no exception. Even though many people speculated that he was an acquired power, he never showed it. Even at this moment, he showed the power that an acquired power can display.
Flame, and he just burst out the thunder and lightning energy.
"Body-shattering and bone-shattering fist!" The vibration of the thunder caused the whole body to burst out with terrifying destructive power. With this punch, the flames were instantly annihilated, and the ferocious impact seemed to cause a brief period of stagnation.
"Poof!" He flew backwards without any exception, and the battle ended with another punch.
"How strong is he!" All these geniuses gnashed their teeth. At this point, it's no surprise when they meet anyone. The real geniuses start to show off, but when they encounter a guy like this, no matter who they are, he can punch them in seconds.
, no matter how you fight, these geniuses will almost become autistic.
"The next match is between Yang Wuyue and Jiang Lanjian!"
"Jiang Lan Sword!"
"Are the core disciples of the Sword Sect going on stage?"
"Wuyue, come on!" Qin Xingxuan knew Jiang Lanjian and even had contact with him. Jiang Lanjian was at least equivalent to a master in the middle stage of the day after tomorrow in the Tianyun Kingdom, because her teacher Mr. Mu Yi also said that he might not be Jiang Lanjian's opponent, but in front of him
Yang Wuyue is too strong, so strong that it makes people despair.
Jiang Lanjian, Qingyi carrying his sword, stepped onto the ring, "I didn't expect that we would be fighting so soon. Originally, I was prepared to deal with those few, but now it seems that I have to use my full strength in advance!"
Yang Wuyue said proudly: "The geniuses of Qixuan Valley, to be honest, I am very disappointed. So far, you are not even qualified to let me draw my sword. However, out of respect for the swordsman, I will not use fists this time!"
"Cang!" Put his two fingers together, and a terrifying edge shot out.
"He...uses a sword!"
"We don't even have the qualifications to let him draw his sword!"
"hateful!"
However, Jiang Lanjian became extremely excited and slowly placed it on the hilt of his sword: "You are a swordsman! Okay, okay, okay!"
"Cang!" A sharp energy came out wantonly, and the majestic sword energy suddenly shot away. The moment he drew the sword, he struck with all his strength.
"A stunning sword!"
The cold light suddenly rose at an unimaginable speed. Jiang Lanjian's figure turned into a series of phantoms in front of everyone's eyes, and the sword light almost condensed into a thin line.
"How to block this?"
How to block the tearing sword edge? Yang Wuyue came to tell them how to block it. He just waved his hand casually, flicked his finger, and performed a move of snapping the sword, and the terrifying sword light instantly shattered into pieces.
"Broken with just one bullet?" Everyone showed a look of astonishment. They wouldn't dare to connect with this kind of sword energy, but Yang Wuyue actually dared to use his fingers to catch the sword energy.
"If he uses the sword with his bare hands, he won't be afraid of cutting off his fingers!"
Jiang Lanjian didn't have time to think so much. His sword was deflected and he turned around. He fired thirty-six swords in a row. The angles were also extremely tricky. The highly compressed sword energy created a fierce wind.
His sword isn't that fancy, nor is it earth-shattering. It's just extremely sharp and unstoppable.
"How to block this?" You can't play it with your fingers.
"The way of the sword is fierce, cunning, and rapid!" Yang Wuyue still stood there motionless, but pointed his fingers together into swords, and the sword energy was swayed as if he was thankful. It looked very light, even light.
It's not a stab or a snap, but a draw rarely used by swordsmen, just a simple draw.
A terrifying wind blew up during the collision, and the sharp sword energy was instantly eliminated into a breeze blowing by. The turbulent air flow blew Yang Wuyue's long hair, making it indescribably elegant and natural.
But the sword energy that was scattered casually was enough to kill the strong man the day after tomorrow.
"What?" Jiang Lanjian boasted that few people at his level could do this, but Yang Wuyue was able to resolve it so easily.
"The mood of the wind!" Jiang Lanjian took a deep breath, and his momentum became erratic. "Then take the move!"
It turns out that he has touched the threshold of the artistic conception of wind. Originally, this was his trump card. But looking at it now, Yang Wuyue's understanding of wind is definitely better than his. Facing such an unfathomable opponent, he
Prepare to fight with all your might.
"artistic conception!"
"They all understood the artistic conception!"
"At such a young age, I actually started to get in touch with artistic conception and practice the law!"