The crowd in Red Blood Square was agitated, and all their anger reached the extreme.
Venerable Xuan Ming's expression changed, and he couldn't make up his mind for a moment. He felt that the other party was prepared, and today would not end well.
Once they lose, the prestige that the Holy Court built five hundred years ago will definitely be seriously damaged.
I am afraid that the name of the Nine Sects in One Courtyard will never be revealed again.
But if you don't take action, your reputation will also be greatly damaged.
"Sir, why should you be afraid of this group of people? Five hundred years ago, Ye Qinghe was able to sweep them away. Five hundred years later, we will not be afraid either."
Qin Shang's eyes flashed with arrogance, and he looked at the other party with cold eyes.
Feng Ziling smiled and said: "Brother Qin is right, the so-called Tiannan Five Stars, I have long wanted to meet this group of people."
The two of them were confident and determined. Venerable Xuanming hesitated for a moment and finally nodded in agreement.
In fact, he didn't think that the Holy City monks would really be much weaker than these people.
At the same time, a voice came from Venerable Xuanming's ears, which shocked him and immediately said: "The sect has an order, whoever can defeat anyone on the other side can become a disciple of the Holy Tradition and be rewarded with a Holy Pill!
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Obviously, the higher-ups of the Holy Academy have noticed the situation here and made the final decision after discussing it.
One word, fight!
Venerable Xuanming continued: "Those who were previously defeated can also participate."
As soon as the words fell, the eyes of the more than 300 people participating in the battle to win the championship were all bright, with excitement on their faces.
"You two stand down first."
Venerable Xuanming waved his hand and asked Qin Shang and Feng Ziling to retreat. The two of them were not very willing.
This battle to win the championship itself is a grand event that happens once every ten years, and the five stars from Tiannan came to challenge it.
If he can perform well, he might be remembered by people like Ye Qinghe five hundred years from now.
But the two quickly calmed down and let others see the level of Tiannan Five Stars. This way, the advantage would be even greater.
"Do you have any objections to the Holy Court's arrangements?"
Venerable Xuanming received the approval and felt confident enough. He looked at Gu Tingan and said in a deep voice.
Gu Tingan said with a smile: "Of course, whichever of you comes first, I'll wait for the five of you, you can choose whatever you want."
"I, Gu Lingfeng, am here to meet you!"
The moment Gu Tingan finished speaking, a voice came over. It was Gu Lingfeng, one of the four young masters.
He is in a hurry!
After Si Xueyi was so frightened that he peed his pants, he thought he would never have a chance to turn around again.
But after hearing Venerable Xuanming's words, his expression suddenly became excited. As long as he defeated anyone, the battle to win the championship would be over in an instant.
Ao Feng glanced at it and the other four people retreated.
Gu Lingfeng didn't talk nonsense to him, he flipped his hand and raised his sword to kill him. The terrifying wind evil condensed on the sword body, and a bright and dazzling sword light burst out.
"How dare you use such little means to embarrass someone."
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He sneered, raised his hand, and struck out with a palm from the air.
A thunder mark bloomed in his palm, and the tip of Gu Lingfeng's sword struck the mark with a shocking sound.
There were strong winds and thunder, and the sky immediately became dark.
Gu Lingfeng pushed his martial arts will and true energy to the limit, sweating profusely on his forehead, while Ao Feng was smiling and looking extremely calm.
"No wonder you were so scared that you wet your pants. You can't do that, Gu Lingfeng. Evil energy can take shape. That's not how you do it!"
Ao Feng laughed loudly, and his thunderous will also burst out with evil energy, and then the evil energy squirmed and transformed into a purple thunder dragon.
The thunder dragon was three feet long, with dazzling electric light all over its body. Its whole body was like jade, its eyes were glowing with golden light, and dragon power actually burst out.
Click!
In just an instant, Gu Lingfeng's sword was blown away.
Ao Feng smiled coldly and pushed Gu Lingfeng out from the air like a sandbag.
When Gu Lingfeng landed, a terrifying hole appeared in his chest, and lightning flashed wildly in the hole, causing him to faint from the pain.
Everyone was shocked and frightened by this scene.
Although Gu Lingfeng lost to Si Xueyi and his strength was not at its peak, he was still one of the four young masters.
How could it fail so miserably?
Qin Shang and Feng Ziling, who were quite arrogant before, frowned and their faces became serious.
The faces of Ji Changkong, Zhang Ye and Bai Yunyi from the Bai family also changed, and they were shocked by Ao Feng's strength.
Among the previously defeated leaders, a few more people gave it a try.
They have lost the qualification to win the championship, and they are determined to gain a chance to see if their own skills can restrain the opponent.
But without exception, they were all defeated within ten moves.
This is quite an exaggeration, because these people on stage are all experts, ranked at least within 4,000 on the dragon list.
Even if you can't win, you won't lose so miserably.
But the result was so outrageous. Ao Feng was just like a normal person, not even a warm-up.
At this moment, the excited Holy City monks finally calmed down.
The people who had previously shouted about the Tiannan Five Dogs were speechless anymore and looked extremely nervous.
"Damn it, isn't Ao Feng too strong?"
"It's also the evil spirit that takes shape. Gu Lingfeng seems to have only scratched the surface. Ao Feng has already entered the room."
"This is really prepared."
"If this group of people wins the championship, the Holy Court will really lose its face. Who will dare to say that one hospital can control nine sects in the future!"
Discussions continued from all sides, and there was no longer any publicity as before, and everyone became worried.
Ao
Feng looked flamboyant, glanced around, and said with a smile: "Is this the level of the battle to win the championship? They are all chickens and dogs. If I had known, it would have been enough for me to do it alone."
This arrogant and domineering attitude made the monks in the Holy City gnash their teeth in anger.
Many eyes couldn't help but look at Feng Ziling and Qin Shang. These two people were very unruly and active in the past.
But who knew that the expressions of the two people changed, as if they had a tacit understanding, each picked up a glass of wine and lowered his head to play with it, pretending not to see the eyes from all directions.
Both of them are now very lucky that Venerable Xuanming called them down, otherwise they would definitely have failed miserably.
Don't worry now, let's take a look at Ao Feng's details.
After a while, there was still silence in all directions, no one answered, and Venerable Xuanming became a little anxious.
Aofeng looked around, showing a playful look, and said with a smile: "The Holy Court has been prosperous for five hundred years, and it has indeed reached its peak and declined. This has just begun. We will still have fun in the future!"
Gu Ting'an in the audience said: "Perhaps we shouldn't come this time. The Holy Court has already declined. No one is interested in the battle to win the championship. It will only become more declining in the future."
The two of them talked loudly and used their battle to win the championship to severely degrade the Holy Court.
Si Xueyi was not disturbed when she heard these words. Thinking about it carefully, these two people were actually right.
Qin Ying, who was responsible for welcoming them, was very unwilling and wished he could go on stage to fight these people.
"Do you really think there is no one in the Holy Courtyard? Zhang Yu, come and meet you!"
Finally, someone couldn't help but take action. It was Zhang Yu who was sitting next to Qin Shang and was one of the four young masters in the Holy City.
Qin Shang's expression changed slightly, and he wanted to persuade him, but the latter was already on the stage of life and death.
The Scarlet Blood Square suddenly burst into flames, and the dejected monks' eyes lit up.
Zhang Yu is one of the four young masters. He has never been defeated in the battle to win the championship, and his strength is much stronger than Gu Lingfeng.
"Finally a powerful character has arrived."
Ao Feng's eyes lit up. He was keenly aware that Zhang Yu was indeed very powerful, but there was only excitement and no fear in his eyes.
Zhang Yu raised his eyes and said, "Did I say I chose you?"
Ao Feng, who was eager to try, was immediately stunned, but quickly recovered, with a playful look on his face, and said with a smile: "Who do you want to choose?"
Zhang Yu looked towards the audience, including Xiao Yuanqi of Qinglei Sect, Pei Yuncui of Beixue Mountain Villa, Gu Ting'an of Xuanwang Palace, and Murong Jue of Tiandao Tower.
His expression changed and his brows wrinkled slightly.
Zhang Yu definitely wanted to choose someone easier to deal with, but as he glanced around, his intuition told him that none of these people were weak.
Finally, his eyes fell on Murong Jue.
This man has the most outstanding talent and is known as a swordsman wizard who has never been seen in a century, but he is the youngest.
It has only been a year since he entered the Dragon Vein realm, and his cultivation is still at the peak of the second level of Dragon Vein, and he has not yet entered the third level of Dragon Vein.
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This person, at least he has an advantage in terms of cultivation.
"me?"
Murong Jue felt his gaze, looked up and said expressionlessly.
Zhang Yu nodded and said, "Come up and fight."
Ao Feng smiled strangely and said: "If you choose me, it will take at least a hundred moves to determine the winner. If you choose Murong Jue, you will definitely regret it."
His words made Zhang Yu feel a little nervous for no reason, but he couldn't help but be distracted. The moment Ao Feng retreated, Murong Jue came up.
"Please advise!"
Murong Jue held a horizontal sword in his hand and bowed his hands in salute.
After the two of them stood still, Murong Jue closed his eyes and pointed the sword upward, with his right hand hanging on his knees. Without touching the handle of the knife, he pulled out the sword little by little.
Clang!
The bright sword light illuminated the stage of life and death, and the terrifying power of the sword suddenly rose up, and in the blink of an eye, the power of God continued to fall.
For a time, the wind and clouds surged, and the sky and the earth were dimmed.
Zhang Yu had never seen such a weird scene before, and the sound of the sword being unsheathed made him so upset that he couldn't even keep calm.
"There is definitely something wrong with this guy's sword. The sound of unsheathing it blended with the power of God, and it actually made me unable to concentrate."
Sweat dripped from Zhang Yu's forehead, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, and he shot out like a flash of lightning.
Whoosh!
His speed was so fast that he disappeared on the stage of life and death in a flash of lightning.
Everyone's eyes lit up. Just by looking at this movement, they could tell that Zhang Yu was no ordinary person.
If he really met Ao Feng, he would definitely be able to exchange more than a hundred moves.
Clang!
But the next moment, a crisp sound sounded between heaven and earth. This sound was as sweet as the sound of nature, like wind chimes that kept echoing in the empty valley.
Everyone's eyes were dazzled, and they only saw the half-drawn blade of the knife, which slowly fell into the sheath with a trace of blood.
Murong Jue's right hand was still hanging down from his knees, as if he had never touched the handle of the knife.
Looking at Zhang Yu, he covered his neck with his hands, eyes widened, and staggered towards the audience.
Immediately, the dean of the church came and took him down with an anxious expression.
It was obvious that he had been stabbed in the neck.
Murong Jue opened his eyes and glanced at the fallen Zhang Yu, with a look of pity in his eyes.
He raised his head and looked around, and said calmly: "Don't choose me, I'm just making up the numbers for the Five Stars in the South, I..."
He hesitated for a moment and continued: "I am different from you. My opponent must be at least a Tianbang disciple of the Holy Academy. I can't guarantee your life or death even after I use my sword."
The scene was completely silent, and many monks felt their scalps numb.
Murong Jue was very polite, even quite polite, but he was so strong that it made people feel suffocated.