On one side of the competition ground, Lan Xinyu and four other Lan family disciples looked heroic, with strong confidence on their faces. In the past decades, the Lan family had never lost to the Fang family in a competition. This time,
There will be no exception.
But the five Fang family disciples who participated in the battle stood on the other side easily, glancing at their opponents with disdain.
Ling Chuxi looked at the few Fang family disciples and frowned slightly. These people actually gave her an incomprehensible feeling. She must know that after being promoted to the Great Perfection, as long as she is below the ninth level of fighting spirit, she may be more
At least one can see the opponent's strength, but these few people are hard to distinguish.
Doesn't it mean that the Fang family has never produced decent talents in recent years? But what is going on?
Could it be that these people also have the strength of Dzogchen? Ling Chuxi immediately denied her guess. Tianlei Tempering Body is not a joke, Dzogchen is not a big cabbage, just pick it up casually, let alone the Fang family, look at it
How many Dzogchen people of this age are there in the entire Nanxia Kingdom? Obviously, these people must have used some special method to hide their aura.
In the stands, Mr. Lan also had a serious look on his face, and he obviously felt something strange.
Fang Dingfang, the head of the Fang family, was drinking tea with a calm expression. He glanced sideways at Mr. Lan and then turned away, looking confident.
Seeing that the time was almost up, the dean of White Stone Academy stood up, read out the rules, and announced the start of the game.
A tall and thin young man from the Fang family stepped onto the ring. He was Fang Yuanqiu. He was once a waste, but now it is said that Fang Yuanqiu has reached the ninth level of fighting spirit.
A young man from the Lan family also walked onto the ring. Ling Chuxi paid attention. Sure enough, as Lan Xinyu said, several disciples of the Lan family had reached the seventh level of fighting spirit, and one of them had faintly stepped into the eighth level.
The threshold of the layer.
Worthy of being one of the ancient families in the Southern Xia Kingdom, the Lan family's heritage is by no means comparable to that of ordinary small families.
With the sound of drums, the two people on the stage moved towards their opponents. From the audience, there was a burst of thunderous cheers and cheers, and it was obvious that they were all heading towards the Lan family.
However, their cheers only rang out halfway before they suddenly stopped, and the entire competition ground fell silent.
With one sword, just one sword, the Lan family disciple was knocked off the ring, leaving only a bright red blood stain on the solid ground.
Fang Yuanqiu's sword was so fast that it was almost impossible to see clearly. With a flash of cold light, the Lan family disciple was knocked off the stage.
Ling Chuxi and Ling Yichen looked at each other and saw the confusion in each other's eyes. Among all the people present, they were the only two who could clearly see this sword and that sword. When the sword was drawn, it was clearly the eighth level of fighting energy, but the momentum instantly
Suddenly, it changed to the ninth level, so that the Lan family disciple couldn't even resist. How did he do it?
You must know that even the secret heart-refining spell from the E Shulan Temple can only solidify the eight-level battle energy, but it cannot break through the bottleneck limit. Fang Yuanqiu in front of him can actually solidify the eight-level battle energy in an instant.
How is it possible to break through to the power of the ninth level?
With this doubt, the two of them looked at the ring with all their concentration.
In the stands, Mr. Lan's expression remained unchanged, but his heart sank. He did not see Fang Yuanqiu's true strength, but with the seventh-level fighting spirit of the Lan family disciple, he was so vulnerable. I was afraid that the previous news would not be correct.