Even the Great Sage Qianyu who was sitting on the main seat of the high platform couldn't help but smile and said: "This little guy always surprises people, but it's a pity... he just doesn't want to be the Holy Son."
The Lord of Tianyin Palace on his left said with a smile: "Maybe the Holy Son is not enough, maybe just give him a Divine Son."
"oh,"
The Great Sage Qianyu was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Only the sect leader can appoint the Son of God, and the Son of God will inevitably bear the title of Heaven in the future."
Palace Master Tianyin smiled and said: "There is no sect leader now, which does not mean there will not be one in the future. Someone has to bear the two words of heaven. What does the Great Sage Qianyu think?"
The Great Sage Qianyu smiled and did not answer.
The two seemed to be in harmony, but in fact they were competing overtly and covertly.
In addition to the elders of the Holy Land of our sect, the powerful men of other Holy Lands also had their eyes lit up and were shocked by Lin Yun's sword skills.
"In the end, it is the Lord Tianlong. It cannot be inferred by common sense."
"The Tianyuan Half Saint should be able to crush the Ziyuan Realm Half Saint. But when it comes to Ye Qingtian, it is completely impossible to apply it."
"Ye Qingtian is in full swing!"
…
Discussions continued from all sides, and after being silent for a while, many disciples of Purple Thunder Peak became excited.
"Senior Brother Ye is invincible!"
"Senior Brother Ye is invincible!"
This passionate emotion also affected the disciples of other peaks. For a time, the shouts below the square were as loud as an overwhelming number of people.
"Didn't I ask you to keep a low profile?"
The Master of Purple Thunder Peak had no choice but to secretly send a message to Lin Yun.
"I also want to keep a low profile, but..."
Lin Yun smiled bitterly, he was already very cautious.
"Sir Tianlong, you are so majestic! However, it is not that simple to remove me from Liuguang Peak. Zhao Yang must defeat him within ten moves!"
The leader of Liuguang Peak was furious as he listened to the voices in the audience.
boom!
A burly saint stepped out of the Flowing Light Peak.
He is Zhao Yang, eighty-nine years old. He has reached the Holy Fire Realm and masters the rules of the three great ways.
"I'm offended."
Compared to Zhang Mu, who was light-hearted, Zhao Yan was extremely steady. He used the holy fire and astrological scroll as soon as he came up, and the holy energy was activated without reservation.
Boom!
The Holy Fire of Destiny on his body was so dazzling that he opened his eyes blindly. Sixteen layers of sky canopy were stacked up behind him like curtains.
"I finally feel a little stressed!"
Lin Yun's eyes were burning, the flowers of the avenue bloomed, and the rules of the holy path lingered.
Without waiting for the opponent to take action, he took the lead in launching the offensive.
"Firefly Divine Sword, dead wood grows flowers!"
boom!
After reaching the Purple Yuan Realm, the power of the Firework Divine Sword also increased. Almost instantly, an ancient tree that was as tall as a mountain rose up.
Lin Yun thrust out his sword, causing wind and thunder to shake, the sky and the earth shook, and the ancient trees supporting the sky were filled with thousands of strange flowers.
Whoosh!
Thousands of petals turned into nine long dragons, and under the blessing of the sword, the petals shone like stars.
Whoosh!
What a spectacular sword movement this is, the sky is full of stars blooming, the Milky Way in the sky is trembling, with one sword shot, the mountains and rivers are unstoppable!
Bang!
Zhao Yang, who was just about to launch an offensive, was so frightened by this scene that he turned pale and quickly put away his offensive and defended with all his strength.
"The sun is rising!"
Lin Yun knocked the opponent back three steps with one strike, turned around, and struck out with another strike.
The sun hung high in the sky, and the sword light was like a river formed by the true fire of the sun. The terrifying vision seemed to burn the earth to ashes.
Phew!
Zhao Yang spit out blood and took three steps back.
"So close to the end of the world!"
Lin Yun stabbed out with another sword. This sword squeezed the space forcefully, making it impossible to avoid.
In just a moment, it stabbed Zhao Yang in the chest.
Then the squeezed space exploded with a bang like a filled balloon, Zhao Yang's holy fire dispersed, the skin and flesh were torn apart, and all the bones in the body were shattered.
After falling to the ground, he passed out directly.
The leader of Liuguang Peak was stunned and stunned. He was frightened on the spot. There was silence in all directions. Everyone was frightened by the Firefly Divine Sword.
Everyone present could recognize that this was the Firefly Divine Sword left behind by the Sword Ancestor, but they felt it was extremely unfamiliar.
"I'll meet you!"
The people of Liuguang Peak couldn't sit still. After losing two people in a row, if they lost one more person, they would really be kicked out of the Nine Peaks.
The finale comes on stage!
That was Wang Gang, a hundred years old, a direct descendant of the Wang family, who was also famous in the Eastern Wasteland decades ago.
Before and after|I have entered the Tianlun Tower twice. I am a hundred years old, but I have nearly two hundred years of cultivation.
He is the trump card of Liuguang Peak. When he is in mid-air, all eighteen layers of the sky can be opened.
The most frightening thing is that after these canopies overlap, a pattern of a big sun appears in the middle, showing the power of heaven and making it look like a real sun.
A war seems inevitable.
"Well done!"
Lin Yun laughed loudly and swung his sword.
"Wind drunk for nine days!"
"Feihong walks on the snow!"
"Peace everywhere!"
He only fired one sword, but three different visions bloomed. Then with a flick of his wrist, the three visions overlapped.
"Sea of Fire Golden Lotus!"
When Lin Yun actually thrust out the sword, it turned into an endless sea of fire, with only a golden lotus blooming.
Countless sword lights burst out from the golden lotus. When Wang Gang landed, thousands of sword lights condensed into one beam.
Bang!
The sword light hit Wang Gang and made a loud noise.
Wang Gang snorted, then suppressed his restless blood and said with a smile: "It's all fancy, but that's it."
But as soon as he finished speaking, the previously overlapping visions broke out one after another.
Bang bang bang!
There seemed to be only a beam of sword light, but there were four waves of sword power, which were constantly superimposed like waves, with one wave rising and another rising.
Lin Yun smiled and sheathed his sword.
Bang!
A hole as big as a bowl was left in Wang Gang's chest. He fell straight to the ground and passed out on the spot.
After losing three games in a row, Liuguang Peak was removed from the Nine Peaks!
There was deathly silence in all directions. Everyone looked at Lin Yun in disbelief, their eyes almost bulging out of their sockets.
Zhang Mu was defeated with ten moves, Zhao Yang was defeated with three moves, and Wang Gang was defeated with one sword!
Without exception, these were all Tianyuan realm semi-saints, but in front of Lin Yun, they were defeated like chopping melons and vegetables.
Each one was defeated faster than the other, and in the end they were defeated with just one strike before they had time to make a move.
"Liuguang Peak is defeated. From now on, Purple Thunder Peak will be ranked among the top nine peaks."
The voice of the Great Sage Qian Yu was the first to break the silence, and everyone woke up like a dream.
But the Master of Purple Thunder Peak is still in his dream. Now he is going to the Nine Peaks?
"Is this the power of the Firefly Divine Sword? It's terrifying!"
"The Firefly Divine Sword entered the Holy Scroll. It was originally a swordsmanship that can only be practiced in the Saint Realm. He has practiced it to great perfection in the Qingyuan Half Saint. Now that his cultivation level has skyrocketed, the swordsmanship has naturally improved."
"This night Qingtian has the style of the Sword Ancestor!"
"I haven't seen such a ruthless swordsman in many years."
“Really amazing!”
The powerful saints in the six holy places were all extremely shocked, feeling that an era had come.
An era that belongs to Ye Qingtian!
The brilliance of all the leaders of the Eastern Wilderness must be covered up by him.
"This guy..."
Wang Zai of Tiangang Peak, who had always closed his eyes, opened his eyes and saw this scene, and was greatly ignited.
He had been waiting for a long time and prepared a lot for this battle on the Nine Peaks, hoping to completely trample the other eight peaks under his feet.
Unexpectedly, Ye Qingtian suddenly appeared and stole all his limelight before he could take action.
Wang Zai clenched his fists, looked cold, and had murderous intent building up in his eyes.
Then several more people challenged them, but without exception, they all fell to the platform.
The battle for the Upper Nine Peaks has come to an end temporarily, Liuguang Peak has been removed from the list, and Purple Thunder Peak has been included.
"The battle for the Nine Peaks begins."
The Great Sage Qianyu announced the start of the competition for the Nine Peaks, and they competed for the top spot on the Nine Peaks, and the one who topped the list would be rewarded with the first prize.
The first incense is a very privileged treatment, and the competition has always been extremely fierce.
With the addition of Ye Qingtian this time, I'm afraid it will be even more exciting, and everyone has been waiting for a long time.
But the one who couldn't wait even more was Wang Zai. As soon as Qianyu Qianyu finished speaking, he stood up directly.
Wang Zai looked around, with a cold and arrogant expression, and said in a deep voice: "One-on-one is too slow. We need to have some new rules this time. You can do it together or one by one. I am Wang Zai anyway.
It’s about to be decided.”
His voice spread in all directions, and everyone was slightly startled, but didn't think much about it.
The strength of Tiangang Peak is unique among the nine peaks. Wang Zai himself is a genius that the Wang family strives to cultivate. Before Wang Muyan, he was the leader of the younger generation of the Wang family.
The most important thing is that he is a direct descendant of the Great Sage Yufeng, the master of Tianyin Palace, and has a special status. Few people dare to compete with him.
"This Wang Zai is so crazy!"
"He is the great-grandson of the Great Sage Yufeng. He has been favored since then. At that time, he was still the Holy Son of Tianyin. Later, he made a big mistake and was only deprived of his status as the Holy Son."
"More crazier than Ye Qingtian, I feel like he is targeting Ye Qingtian."
…
While everyone was talking about it, Zhou Muyang, who worshiped Jianfeng, came on stage.
"Greetings to Jianfeng Zhou Muyang, please give me some advice." Zhou Muyang cupped his hands and said.
Wang Zai looked indifferent, and in return, smiled and said: "Zhou Muyang, I just said casually, do you really think you are qualified to fight me?"
"Why not?" Zhou Muyang frowned slightly and said: "In terms of identity, you are the senior brother of Tiangang Peak, and I am the senior brother of Jianfeng Jianfeng. I can't say who will win or lose."
"Oh."
There was a mocking look in Wang Zai's eyes, and he said with a smile: "No one from the two palaces and three courtyards dare to talk to me like this, talking about identity? What is your identity, and what is my identity? You are just a child of the Zhou family, but you dare to compete with me for identity."
?”
The disciples of Tiangang Peak all laughed when they heard this. Who doesn't know that the Wang family is the largest of the four major families now. In Tiandao Sect, if they don't say that they can cover the sky with one hand, they can cover half of the sky.
The Zhou family can’t even be ranked as a miscellaneous number!
Zhou Muyang's face was ashen and he said coldly: "Are the disciples of the Wang family amazing? If you come one by one without anyone else taking action, I will defeat you today!"
Whoosh!
Zhou Muyang drew his sword out of its sheath, and a sword light was like a bright sun. With the blessing of Xiaocheng Xinghe's sword intention, it stabbed towards Wang Zai.
The sword light came with fierce force, like a meteor streaking across the sky, shattering the void, and instantly arrived at Wang Zai's front door.
Wang Zai had long wanted to show off his skills, and said coldly: "Arrogant."
Ripples appeared in the space, and Wang Zai's figure disappeared directly on the spot, and the menacing sword light pierced the air.
"Where am I?"
Wang Zai laughed and appeared next to Zhou Muyang with a strange figure.
Whoops!
Zhou Muyang reacted quickly and swung his sword, cutting the air into two smooth and flawless pieces like tofu.
But it still hit the air. Wang Zai laughed and disappeared from the place again.
"The secret technique of the Wang family, Shadow Step!!"
Someone recognized Wang Zai's movement, and their expressions changed.
Relying on the elusive shadow step, Zhou Muyang's sword light could not even touch the corner of Wang Zai's clothes, and he was sweating profusely after a while.
Buzz!
Suddenly, Wang Zai appeared strangely, stretched out his hand and clamped Zhou Muyang's sword blade.
The sword body trembled and trembled. No matter how hard Zhou Muyang struggled, he could not pull the sword body out.
Wang Zai smiled coldly and pressed lightly with his fingers. A hot breath burned the sword body red.
"Swordsmen are trash."
Wang Zai twisted it hard, and Zhou Muyang's sword shattered inch by inch. Before he could react, Wang Zai struck his chest with a close palm.
Click!
Zhou Muyang's ribs on his chest were completely broken, and a huge handprint was dented in it.
Poof, Zhou Muyang was in agony, and blood kept flowing out of his mouth.
"For the sake of your fellow sect, I won't kill you, so get out." Wang Zai stood with his hands behind his back and said with a cold and arrogant expression.
