"The cultivation level at the peak of the middle stage of True Soul Realm can reach this point. This boy and that boy Ye seem to come from the same place. It's interesting, interesting..."
Zhenjun Jianqi seemed to be alive at this moment!
The moment he saw Jian Wushuang, his instinct told him that this son was probably the successor he had been looking for for so long!
This feeling makes Zhenjun Jianqi's dull and dead heart seem to be rejuvenated with life and vitality. His end is approaching, and everything has become dim and enlightened. Only one obsession remains, and he has even become more and more paranoid!
That is to find a successor for yourself, and pass on what you have learned in that super large ruins, so that you can leave some traces in this world.
It's just that in the past few years, he has been wandering around the ten empires and has seen swordsmanship geniuses one after another, but none of them are suitable. Now from Jian Wushuang, he feels an excitement he has never felt before.
At this moment, Zhenjun Jianqi's attention was entirely focused on Jian Wushuang. He wanted to see with his own eyes how far this son's swordsmanship had reached.
On the 19th battle platform, as Jian Wushuang's words fell, Chang Qingge immediately stepped on his right foot, and lightning flashed all over his body, and thunder surged, but it was not the kind of purple like the brilliant power of heaven, but cyan.
!
The cyan thunder is very strange, with a green color, as if it does not come from the sky, but from the magic thunder under the Nine Netherworld!
"Jian Wushuang! Take my nine strikes from Qing Lei! Spring Thunder will kill you!"
Chang Qingge shouted, and his whole body turned into a streak of cyan lightning. A cyan thunder knife actually formed in his right hand, exuding unparalleled attack power. When the knife was slashed out, thunder roared suddenly!
It's like the first thunder in spring, shaking everything in the world and making people tremble!
boom!
The light of the cyan thunder sword pierced the sky and slashed directly at Jian Wushuang. The rushing cyan thunder light rumbled, as if it could destroy everything!
Groan!
Facing Chang Qingge's seemingly earth-shattering move, Jian Wushuang unsheathed his Yangwu sword, and the bright sword light shined out. But what was surprising was that Jian Wushuang did not launch an attack, but chose to defend.
laugh!
When the long sword and the thunder knife touched, cyan thunder exploded, and the lethality spurted out, but Jian Wushuang seemed to turn into an extremely agile sword river, moving sideways, and easily avoided this slash.
"The sky is spinning and thundering!"
Chang Qingge's indifferent expression did not change. The sword had not accomplished anything, but he did not change his mood at all. He directly struck out the second of the Nine Purple Thunder Strikes!
Whoosh!
The cyan thunder knife surged, and the cyan thunder followed like a shadow. The move of rotating thunder in the sky was very mysterious. The cyan thunder light drowned everything in a roar, and even the world seemed to be turned upside down, which was a great visual impact.
Jian Wushuang was holding a long sword at the moment, but his steps were like a feather in the sky, light and fluttering, using the air to control the wind. The long sword flowed, but he blocked the blow, and Chang Qingge still returned without success.
At this moment, Chang Qingge's expression finally changed.
He is very clear about the power of the Nine Purple Thunder Strikes. This is an ancient inheritance he received by a great opportunity. He has been practicing hard before mastering it. It is precisely because of mastering this set of Purple Thunder Nine Strikes that he can succeed in Wushuang County.
Rise within.
The first strike of Spring Thunder Explosion and the second strike of Heavenly Spin and Thunder are the two most profound and pure moves he has mastered, and their power is also the most perfectly developed. Once used, even Li Xuanfeng and Qin Wushuang must
face.
But now Jian Wushuang was able to dodge them all just by relying on his body skills, which shocked Chang Qingge's heart.
But now that the matter has come to this, it is naturally impossible for him to give up. Although he has not yet mastered the latter part of the Nine Strikes of Purple Thunder, he can no longer care about so much at this moment!
"The third strike of the Nine Purple Thunder Strikes! Thunder Hell! Fire it!"
The blue thunder all over his body roared crazily, as if it was swirling in all directions, roaring continuously. Chang Qingge actually turned into a blue thunder knife tens of thousands of feet in size, pointing to the sky and the earth, cutting through the void, and he was about to summon it.
A thundering hell!
Rumble!
The terrifying power of thunder suddenly surged, and a huge hole was torn in the void. The power of thunder really exploded, and thunder hell descended! The occurrence of this scene made countless monks feel horror and fear, and they did not dare to take a breath.
Jian Wushuang stood in the void, looking up at the thundering hell above the sky with clear eyes, but the sword in his right hand was slowly sheathed, as if he had given up.
On the subjective battle stage, Zhenjun Jianqi’s eyes became brighter and brighter!
Jian Wushuang's actions could be hidden from others but not from him. It was obvious that the long sword was sheathed, but there was an unrivaled sharpness in the sword that seemed to be accumulating. It was a power that cut straight into the heart, as if once
When it is cut out, the essence, energy and spirit are united, and the sword light roars, destroying everything!
Returning the long sword to its sheath does not mean giving up, it means a sword with shocking power!
Those who can do this are all extremely talented swordsmen!
Jian Wushuang's sword made Zhenjun Jian Qi look forward to it with great anticipation, his eyes were extremely intense and unblinking.
Rumble!
Finally, the Thunder Hell suddenly descended, and Chang Qingge's whole body had become one with the Thunder Hell. His face was extremely pale at the moment, and his veins were protruding. It looked like he had used all his strength to fight to the death!
"Jian Wushuang! Turn me into thunder slag!"
With a roar, Chang Qingge suppressed the thunder and hell together!
At this moment, Jian Wushuang's long sword has just been completely sheathed, but his fair and slender right hand is still holding the hilt and has not taken it back. His whole body exudes an aura of extreme tranquility!
But in the next moment, the world seemed to suddenly light up!
Groan!
That is the sound of the long sword groaning, that is the sound of the sword jumping for joy, that is the sound of the long sword being unsheathed!
Whoosh!
A bright sword light appeared across the sky, like a ray of light when the world first opened, instantly exploding into the infinite future!
The art of slashing the sky and drawing the sword!
At this moment, Jian Wushuang used the sword that he had learned from Rushi Wo Zhan, and released it instantly!
The sword light is so fierce that it cuts through the sky!
laugh!
A burst of extremely heartbreaking sound resounded, and the thunder hell summoned by Chang Qingge in the void was instantly cut in half and turned into nothingness!
Chang Qingge's figure emerged from it, but he was already stiff, but his face still showed an incredible look of defeat and anger!
He lost!
Just like that, he was killed by Jian Wushuang with one sword!
The Yangwu Sword was sheathed again, Jian Wushuang looked at Chang Qingge with clear eyes, and his voice sounded faintly.
"This set of Nine Strikes of Purple Thunder is unfathomable, ancient and powerful, and its power is far beyond that. It's a pity that it fell into your hands and let it gather dust. It's really a pity that it was entrusted to someone else."
Jian Wushuang's words were like a dagger that only missed Chang Qingge's heart, making his eyes red. He seemed to want to say something, but then his body split neatly and was cut in half.
After Jian Wushuang killed Chang Qingge, the battle in the fourth group came to an end.
Half a quarter of an hour later, the entire twenty-five battle platforms finally came to an end as the last person fell.
At this point, the top 100 were finally selected from the four groups of two hundred super geniuses in the decisive battle!
These one hundred people have become the most dazzling beings and the final winners of this genius battle. They are all qualified to enter the Xingyan Temple!
But soon the voice of IELTS sounded again!
"Congratulations to the one hundred super geniuses who have stood out. The next step is the competition between the top ten and the champion. According to the instructions of the leader of the country, the top ten in this genius competition can get the rewards promised by the previous leader."
"There is no rest, just start. Pairs are randomly assigned to start the duel. After the first round, the top 50 will be decided, and so on, until the champion is born!"
Buzz!
As Yasi's words sounded, twenty-five battle platforms rose again, and a total of fifty green leaf battle platforms appeared.
At the same time, the names of one hundred people who were successfully promoted in the void began to be randomly assigned again!
"Battle platform No. 1, Huang Ke from Tianma County, Ye Xingchen from Longgu County!"
When Yasi's words fell, where the Green Leaf Throne was, Ye Xingchen's bright eyes glowed with a shocking cold light!
Enemies really meet on a narrow road! Thoughts surged in Ye Xingchen's mind.
"Repay him with his own way."
Jian Wushuang spoke softly and said to Ye Xingchen.
"That's natural."
Immediately, Ye Xingchen's Xingyan clone stepped forward, and at the same time, He Shaoyao, who had been closing his eyes, opened his eyes and looked towards the No. 1 battle platform.
"Hahahaha! Ye Xingchen! You can't escape my grasp after all! This time, it's your turn to enjoy the pain of not being able to live or die!"
When Ye Xingchen stepped into the No. 1 battle stage, a ferocious and cruel laughter came from far and near, and a figure cut across the sky, it was Huang Ke!
With a bang, Huang Ke landed on the No. 1 battle platform. He looked at Ye Xingchen from a distance, his scorched face was full of murderous intent and chill, as if he already hated Ye Xingchen deeply and wanted to kill him quickly.
"Don't worry, I will never let you be qualified to self-destruct this time. Your life and death can only be controlled by me!"
Huang Ke slowly raised his right hand, clasping it slightly, with a high attitude, looking at Ye Xingchen as if looking at a lamb, with a conceited and ferocious sneer on his lips.
"You have beheaded Guo Xiaotian eighty-eight times in total, and you have beheaded He Shaoyao two hundred and twelve times in total, for a total of three hundred cuts. Next, I will crush all your bones into three thousand pieces. I will repay you ten times, not even one piece." More, no more than one piece, but before that, you can’t die.”
With black hair flying, Ye Xingchen stood on the battlefield with his hands behind his back and spoke calmly, but his tone was cold and ruthless, as if coming from the depths of hell, with a terrifying fluctuation that made people's hearts tremble.