The Holy Court Ranking Tournament seems to have become Si Xueyi's one-man show.
It was obvious that his cultivation was unremarkable, but as soon as his name was read, Qianqiu Square immediately became agitated.
Not only these monks, but also the Saint Kings and Semi-Saints on the Panlong Stone Pillar are no exception.
Unexpectedly, I saw Si Xueyi and Bai Ting both on the stage.
Neither the Holy Lord of the Three Palaces nor the Holy Lord Feng Yuan were as arrogant as before. They looked at each other with a tense tone.
After the three of them were slapped in the face, Qianyang Shengjun became cautious.
But I was holding my breath in my heart, and my emotions were extremely tense.
Feng Yuan Shengjun had just been extremely arrogant, but Bai Ting was well-known, and now he was afraid that Si Xueyi would overturn, and he was extremely nervous deep down.
He was really nervous.
He had previously felt that as long as Si Xueyi was on the verge of life and death, he would save Si Xueyi regardless of any rules.
But right now, there is a tense situation with the Holy Lord of the Three Palaces. Once he breaks the rules, the other party will definitely take action to suppress him.
You will definitely suffer when you fall behind!
"Asshole, you're more nervous than me going through the Eight Gates of Life and Death Formation."
Feng Yuan Shengjun secretly thought in his heart, and the hands hidden in his sleeves trembled because of nervousness.
The Dragon Head Saint noticed the strange behavior of the Feng Yuan Saint and wanted to ridicule him, but in the end he held back.
Finally, Si Xueyi and Bai Ting finished saluting, and the competition officially began.
Bai Ting's face was solemn and his expression was stern, and there was no hint of contempt in his eyes when he looked at Si Xueyi.
He is crazy but not stupid.
The scene of Zhang Jing's neck being strangled had a great impact on him.
boom!
He didn't talk nonsense with Si Xueyi. As soon as he had an idea, he released his sword intention.
The second-grade sword intent merged with the seventh-level pressure of Dragon Vein, and the battle platform trembled slightly under this pressure.
Buzz buzz!
The air trembled with the force of the sword. Bai Ting suddenly opened his arms, and the sword force on his body burst out with bright light.
The power of the sword instantly turned into a tangible giant wave, pushing towards Si Xueyi.
Bai Ting was extremely calm. He stared at Si Xueyi with sharp eyes.
As long as the opponent shows any weakness under the pressure of this sword's power, he will immediately take action and kill him with thunderous means.
Ordinary monks with the fifth level of Dragon Vein would either die or be maimed under such an impact.
"This guy is really cautious and doesn't give him any chance. But does he really think he can crush me to death with his cultivation and sword power?"
Si Xueyi's expression did not change, and his hands suddenly opened and raised like his opponent's.
boom!
The 8,000-foot-long dragon-veined phantom rose up. The phantom merged with the will of the divine dragon, and in an instant, a heaven-shattering dragon roar erupted.
As a result, strong winds began to rise, debris flew in the air, and the surrounding ancient trees shook.
The six dark prison dragon lotuses in Zifu also bloomed, and Si Xueyi's eyes became mysterious and cold and arrogant.
Lightning filled his body, causing his pressure to appear in reality, turning into huge waves and rolling away.
Bang!
The two forces of coercion collided and erupted with an earth-shattering noise. Dragon energy surged on the battlefield, and the terrifying roar echoed endlessly.
Si Xueyi and Bai Ting's bodies floated involuntarily in this terrifying turbulence.
The pressure collided, and the two fought evenly.
This scene shocked many people, but the scene was so silent that they did not dare to make a sound and could only cover their mouths to cover their exclamations.
Clang!
Bai Ting took action.
He unsheathed his sword and stepped out of the turbulent air.
The sword light shines, the turbulence in the air is directly ignited like wood, and the flames sweep across all directions in an instant.
This is the Yanlong Sword Technique of Qianyang Palace, which belongs to the top prefecture-level martial arts.
When one reaches the realm of heaven, the Flame Dragon Sword Technique can go a step further and evolve into the Heaven-level martial arts Burning Heaven Sword Technique.
Wow!
Flames from all directions gathered on Bai Ting's sword, transforming into a fire dragon that looked like a fire object, and stabbed towards Si Xueyi.
Swish, swish, swish!
The fire dragon turned wildly on Bai Ting's sword, and with each turn, the power of the sword became much more powerful.
In the blink of an eye, Yanlong turned eighteen times, and the terrifying sword intent immediately overflowed the battlefield.
"I'm going!"
"Can Yanlong swordsmanship still be used like this?"
"This Bai Ting is truly one of the top ten sword cultivators."
Now everyone could no longer hold back and exclaimed in surprise, with admiration in their eyes.
Without him, this sword is so amazing.
"Good boy, no points lost!"
Saint Lord Qianyang on the Panlong Stone Pillar couldn't help but slap his thigh and praise him.
"You can't avoid this sword!"
Si Xueyi looked up, his vision was filled with flames, and the fire dragon was getting closer and closer to him.
The fire dragon rolls with boundless sword power. Once avoided, the next sword will become more passive.
Then don’t avoid it, attack the real and the weak!
The flames in Si Xueyi's eyes turned, and the Eye of Creation came out again.
But this time it was obviously not as effective as when facing Zhang Jing. Bai Ting's strength was much stronger than the former.
Si Xueyi clenched her five fingers and punched out, making the sword's power slightly less powerful.
Whoosh!
Then he took advantage of the situation and retreated into the air, changing his fists, palms, and claws one after another to resist the sword's subsequent attack.
He was so fast that he left several afterimages as he retreated.
The afterimage shone brightly under the firelight, and the white clothes looked as free and casual as an immortal.
"This guy's Dragon and Tiger Fist is indeed well-deserved. Fortunately, I was prepared."
Bai Ting was not surprised when he saw this, but instead showed a hint of joy.
Because before the competition, Saint Lord Qianyang personally taught them how to deal with the Great Dragon Tiger Fist.
The two exchanged blows quickly in the air, and more than thirty moves passed in the blink of an eye.
Many monks were surprised to find that Si Xueyi's previously invincible Dragon Tiger Fist was actually suppressed by Bai Ting's sword skills.
"The essence of Broken Dragon and Tiger Fist is not to let the power of dragon and tiger merge."
"No matter how it changes, you only need to remember this: clouds follow the dragon, wind follows the tiger, clouds are broken by fire, and wind is broken by water."
"The only point for him to make a comeback is in the Heavens, but breaking the shackles in the Heavens also requires a price. Just use the flame dragon to protect your body and wait and see what happens."
"The power of Gangyang cannot last long. This is common sense in martial arts practice."
"As for that set of marksmanship that is said to be impossible to catch, it really cannot be broken by your level, but there is no need to worry, you don't have to dodge, just avoid the absolute key points."
"When the power of his spear is exhausted, he injects the will of life into the Yanlong sword technique with his backhand. The dance of fire will never end, and it will definitely kill him."
"You all must remember that this person is a strong enemy of our Bai family. If you have the opportunity, you must kill him without mercy."
The images and sounds of Saint Lord Qianyang teaching them echoed in Bai Ting's mind, and his eyes were full of excitement.
It has to be said that when the Holy Lord targets a junior alone, the effect is indeed quite obvious.
Click!
Si Xueyi was forced by the power of the dragon and the tiger to avoid it, and a hole was torn open in his white clothes on his chest. Fortunately, no flesh and blood was hurt.
But this scene was still extremely dangerous, and many people who saw it were frightened.
"kill!"
Bai Ting's eyes flashed coldly, and he took advantage of the situation to get close and kill him.
But when he got closer, he heard a loud sword sound, followed by a dazzling sword light.
An extra sword appeared in Si Xueyi's hand at some point, catching Bai Ting off guard.
Buzz!
Si Xueyi flicked his wrist, and the divine dragon's will turned into the divine dragon's sword intent, and the sword light suddenly became faster.
Phew!
Bai Ting retreated very quickly, but he was still hit in the chest by the sword, and blood immediately spurted out.
This looks scary, but it's actually just a skin injury.
But the impact it had on Bai Ting was beyond words.
Holy Lord Qian Yang didn’t teach you how to deal with Si Xueyi’s sword skills?!
He looked at Si Xueyi in disbelief, his eyes almost popped out of his head, and asked in surprise: "You know swordsmanship?"
Si Xueyi held the Immortal Burial Sword and waved it with his backhand. The sword wind roared like thunder. He raised his eyes and said, "I'm not that good, but I can deal with you more than enough."