Bai Zhanhe, who ranked sixth in last year's ranking competition, has been at the tenth level of martial arts for a whole year. Among the warriors with strength at the tenth level, he is definitely a top-notch, super-class existence.
However, he is also at the tenth level of martial arts realm, but Yang Dingjun is more perverted and powerful than him.
The Pure Yang Kung Fu of the Dacheng Realm has such powerful internal strength that no one can compare to it except the masters of the Xiantian Realm.
Bai Zhanhe is the most popular player competing for first place besides Yang Dingjun, because he is ranked first, which is proof of his strength.
In the ninth round, Bai Zhanhe met Lord Yang Ding and was defeated by Lord Yang Ding. Almost all the disciples regarded Lord Yang Ding as the number one disciple of the outer sect this year.
The moment Bai Zhanhe was knocked off the ring, the outer disciples following Yang Dingjun suddenly burst into deafening cheers.
"Senior Brother Yang, number one! Senior Brother Yang, invincible!"
"Senior Brother Yang, number one! Senior Brother Yang, invincible!"
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The outer disciples cheering for Lord Yang Ding are not like the outer disciples cheering for Xuantian. They are basically ordinary disciples below the seventh level. Instead, most of them are elite disciples above the seventh level, and there are many among them.
There is a giant-level disciple with the tenth level of cultivation.
Lord Yang Ding smiled, enjoying the shouts and cheers of his disciples.
At the same time, Yang Dingjun's eyes fell on Xuantian below the ring. On his smiling face, there was a pair of sinister eyes, looking at Xuantian with a sharp look.
Xuantian looked at each other without any weakness in his eyes, and their eyes were as sharp as sword energy meeting each other.
The shouts and cheers under the arena lasted for more than ten times before Lord Yang Ding raised his arm. The disciples behind him, like an army with orders and prohibitions, fell into silence at the moment Lord Yang Ding raised his arm.
Silence, all sounds disappear.
Yang Dingjun's body jumped up, turned over perfectly in the air, and landed at the bottom of the ring.
Game 1 of the ninth round has ended, and the next game is the battle between Xuantian and Zhang Long.
As early as March before, the March agreement between Xuantian and Zhang Long had spread throughout the outer sect. At that time, all the outer sect disciples regarded this agreement as a joke.
However, three months later, as the ranking competition progressed round after round, Xuantian's strength increased higher and higher in the eyes of all the disciples. Now, in the eyes of all the outer disciples, Xuantian and Zhang Long
, is already a level of existence.
The three-month appointment, which was originally regarded as a joke by the disciples, immediately became a hot spot that attracted the interest of all the outer disciples.
The battle between Zhang Long and Xuantian seems to be more exciting and more exciting than the peak battle between Yang Dingjun and Bai Zhanhe just now.
Xuantian and Zhang Long both entered the ring, and immediately, the disciples from both sides of the outer disciples who supported them started shouting.
"Senior Brother Huang, we must win! Senior Brother Huang, we must win!"
Xuantian and Zhang Long on the stage turned a deaf ear to these shouts. They both looked at each other and their attention fell on each other.
Zhang Long's aura completely exploded, and the energy above his head was like a sword, soaring into the sky for dozens of meters, as straight as a sword, and as sharp as a sword.
Xuantian is no exception. At this point in the game, the battle with Zhang Long is a critical moment.
For Zhang Long, Xuantian naturally didn't want to simply decide the outcome. The two of them were not only competitors in the ranking competition, not only the target of the March Agreement, but more importantly, the relationship between the two families.
, that conflict and hatred that is as powerful as water and fire and can no longer be reconciled.
For Zhang Long, Xuantian has already had murderous intentions in his heart, but in the ranking competition, it is absolutely forbidden to hurt people's lives. Therefore, it is impossible to kill Zhang Long in this game, but Xuantian will never easily kill Zhang Long.
The dragon was defeated and a heavy blow was given to him.
Therefore, Xuantian no longer needs to keep a low profile. He will attack with a high profile and defeat Zhang Long with a tough attitude. On the ring, in full view of the public, he will hit Zhang Long hard and completely destroy his confidence.
In Zhang Long's mind, he also changed his mind like Xuantian, without any difference.
The only difference is that whoever wins the battle will realize the expectations in his heart and be destroyed. Otherwise, he will end up being destroyed.
"Hey Hey!"
Looking at Xuantian, Zhang Long laughed first and said: "Huang Tian, you really did not disappoint me. You kept enduring and finally fell into my hands. I have said long ago that your fate will be determined by
I'm here to end it, and you really didn't disappoint me!"
Xuan Tian snorted coldly and said calmly: "I'm afraid I will completely disappoint you. The one who will be terminated will definitely be you."
Zhang Long said with a gloomy face: "You are arrogant, you foreign bastard. Today, not only you will be terminated, but also your entire Huang family will be terminated in Beimo County in a short time. Beimo County does not have people like you."
Foreign bastards have a foothold, Huang Tian, I will beat you like a dog today."
Xuantian's eyes suddenly sharpened, and he was filled with rage. Two faint sword shadows appeared in the depths of his eyes. The sword shadows were very thin and small, making it difficult to detect if you didn't look closely.
Xuan Tian was angry. Just like last time, there was a ball of anger in his heart with nowhere to vent, and he wanted to keep practicing his sword.
Last time, Xuantian practiced sword fighting alone to vent his anger, but this time, he had a target to vent his anger to-Zhang Long.
"Breaking Wind Style!"
Xuantian's body suddenly erupted, like a sharp arrow, shooting forward, the sword light flashed, like a rainbow in the sky, Hanxue Sword thrust out diagonally, the sharp sword light pierced the void, and in an instant
Then he arrived in front of Zhang Long.
The battle of words has become meaningless.
Only by fighting can we tell the difference.
Xuantian was filled with rage and took the lead to take action.
Facing Zhang Long, Xuantian had no intention of conserving his strength and defeating him. Instead, he used his true strength. In the first move, he used the "Zhuifeng Nine Swords" created based on Zhuifeng Sword Technique.
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As Xuantian's sword thrust out, the space shattered, and two air currents suddenly appeared. Xuantian's sword shadow flashed back and forth in the two air currents. It was impossible to know where the sword came from.
Xuantian only used the 'Nine Swords of Chasing the Wind' when he used the scabbard to deal with Fan Hong, and back and forth, he only used the breaking wind style and the violent wind style.
In the following rounds of fighting, Hanxue Sword was unsheathed, and Xuantian only used the Wind Chasing Sword Technique.
Xuantian's sword skills are superb. In his hands, the power of the middle-grade Huang-level Zhui Feng sword technique is no less powerful than that of the high-grade Huang-level sword technique.
The Nine Swords of Chasing the Wind is a yellow-level high-grade sword skill created by Xuantian. It has reached the state of Great Perfection. It is not only superb, it has almost reached the point of returning to nature. A random sword contains infinite power and stamina.
Xuantang released the Nine Swords of Chasing the Wind, and its power surpassed all yellow-level high-grade sword skills, and was infinitely close to Xuan-level sword skills.
The first move is the Breaking Wind Style. Xuantian's sword is domineering, fast, treacherous, sharp, ethereal, and agile.
This is when Xuantian showed his true ability and struck with all his strength.
Xuantian's sword moves are not the sword skills of Tianjian Sect.
With this sword strike, the outer elders in the stands showed surprise in their eyes.
With this sword strike, the outer door hall master on the balcony showed surprise in his eyes.
With this sword strike, the white-haired old man and Ling Xingyue on the opposite mountain peak also showed surprise.
With this sword, Bai Zhanhe, Yang Dingjun... and other giant-level disciples all showed surprise in their eyes.
This sword made all the outer disciples stare blankly. In their eyes, this sword was mysterious and unpredictable, as if it was a stroke of God.
This sword move made Fan Hong's heart tremble: "It was this move, and I was defeated by this move. At that time, Huang Tian's sword was not unsheathed, but I could no longer resist it. Now the sword has been unsheathed.
, I can’t stop you with a single sword.”
The Wind-breaking Style performed with a sword out of its sheath is ten times more powerful than the Wind-breaking Style performed with the sword in its sheath?
The sharp and domineering sword power is suffocating, and the mysterious, ethereal and agile sword power is dazzling.
Zhang Long faced Xuantian's attack head-on, and he could feel the terror and mystery of this sword better than anyone else.
Kick, kick, kick, kick!
Zhang Long retreated, taking five steps back. The sword in his hand exploded with brilliance, and he thrust the sword horizontally with a loud clang, barely blocking Xuantian's sword.
With the first strike, Zhang Long had already forced him back five steps.
But this is just the beginning.
"Trouble style."
Xuantian's sword force was a hundred times more powerful in an instant. Countless swords were thrust out in an instant. One sword turned into hundreds of swords. The layers of sword shadows were not uniform, but layered on top of each other, with front and back, like a storm, with one sword force.
It passed one level and pressed towards Zhang Long.
"Oh my God, is this Senior Brother Huang Tian's true strength?"
"Even Senior Brother Zhang Long was forced to retreat continuously by him. Senior Brother Huang Tian is almost capable of competing with Senior Brother Yang for first place."
"Tsk, tsk, you are only at the eighth level of cultivation, but you have such strength. I heard that this kind of situation only happened to senior brother Chu Feng three years ago."
"Senior Brother Huang Tian is hidden too deeply. Lin Wuying, Li Yichang, Liang Zhong, and Du Wenke in front of us. Although these senior brothers are all top ten in strength, they are no match for Senior Brother Huang Tian."
"Yes, if Senior Brother Huang Tian breaks out with such strength early, he will definitely be able to defeat the opponents in front of him."
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All the outer sect disciples exclaimed in surprise. Xuantian's image was once again so tall in the hearts of the outer sect disciples, almost reaching the level of Yang Dingjun who was the most invincible among the outer sects.
Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang...
A series of sounds crackled on the ground. Although Xuantian's sword was powerful, Zhang Long was not an ordinary guy. Although his eyes were horrified, he stepped back again and again, and the second sword attack was blocked by him again.
Come down.
"Wind style."
Xuantian's sword power changed again. Not only did one sword turn into a hundred swords, but a hundred swords turned into countless swords. The sword power changed from a gust of wind to an overwhelming violent wind.
Xuantian's body and sword power were perfectly integrated, and all he could see was an afterimage, appearing and disappearing in the strong wind.
Dang... bang!
After a crisp sound of gold and iron clashing, there was another heavy 'pop' sound.
Zhang Long blocked Xuantian's sword, but failed to avoid the slap from Xuantian's other hand. With the sound of "snap", Zhang Long's body was suddenly slapped into the air, and his face appeared
There was a bright red slap mark.
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