Ye Tian sneered, his body shook violently, and a violent aura surged out, like a beast that had been imprisoned for a long time and finally escaped.
"Seventh level of Daoji?"
"He has actually been hiding his cultivation!"
The faces of everyone on the viewing platform were full of shock. No one thought that Ye Tian, who could defeat Shi Pocang with one move and won the first place in the three religions competition, had actually been hiding his strength!
"This kid hides so well!"
The senior leaders of the three religions were all dumbfounded. With their eyesight, they didn't even see Ye Tian's true identity. Ye Tian's method of hiding his cultivation was too powerful!
After Wang Junyang was stunned for a moment, a smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he was no longer worried.
As for other people, especially the younger generation, there are ten thousand grass-mud horses running through their hearts at once.
The competition between the three religions, such a fierce duel, you actually still retain your strength.
Do you not take the geniuses of the Three Religions into consideration at all?
"You are really good at hiding things at the seventh level of Daoji. But so what if you are at the seventh level of Daoji?" Si Yuanqing chuckled.
Regardless of whether Ye Tian is at the sixth level of Taoism or the seventh level of Taoism.
In his eyes, he is still weak.
"snort!"
Ye Tian snorted coldly, and with a thought in his mind, a high-grade soul weapon, the red gold sword, appeared in his hand!
Whoosh!
The red gold sword suddenly burst into flames.
Ye Tian held the sword and flew high into the sky, looking down at Si Yuanqing from above.
Si Yuanqing had no intention of taking action. He still put his hands behind his back and said with great arrogance: "If you have any means, just use it!"
Ye Tian clenched the sword with both hands and slammed it into the void in front of him.
The void was turbulent, and a huge disc appeared. The disc quickly grew in size, and in the blink of an eye it occupied a vast area of void, like a flat cover covering the sky and blocking out the sun.
Boom...
On top of the disc, blazing flames burned, and countless fist-sized flames fell from the sky. In the blink of an eye, Si Yuanqing's surroundings were engulfed in flames.
"This is... purgatory assassination!"
Ge Ang frowned and sighed: "The eighth-level high-grade martial arts purgatory assassination cannot hurt the first-level Si Yuanqing of Xiantai!"
Purgatory Assassination is one of the famous martial arts of the Aegis Sect, so Ge Ang could see the details of Ye Tian's move at a glance.
Before Ge Ang finished speaking, flames like rain suddenly settled in the void, as if the sky and the earth had solidified.
Boom boom boom...
Immediately afterwards, flames exploded, turning one into ten, and ten into a hundred. In an instant, the entire arena turned into a sea of fire, as terrifying as purgatory.
Si Yuanqing was directly swallowed by the sea of fire.
"What can a mere flame do to me?"
Si Yuanqing, who was in the center of the sea of fire, curled his lips disapprovingly, and a Qi shield appeared, which easily withstood the burning of the flames and the baking of the high temperature.
"Yeah?"
Suddenly, a chuckle came, followed by countless piercing sounds, filling the nine heavens and ten earth.
In the sea of fire, countless sword energy emerged and surged towards Si Yuanqing. The terrifying murderous intent was like a mighty tide, making Si Yuanqing feel a dangerous aura.
"Ninth level low-grade martial arts?"
Si Yuanqing was a little surprised, but not afraid.
"Even with ninth-level low-grade martial arts, you can't hurt me!"
Si Yuanqing quickly formed seals with his hands, and a round sphere appeared, enveloping him. Countless sword energies hit the sphere one after another and exploded one after another.
The ball vibrated violently and made a terrifying loud noise.
On the viewing platform, Ge Ang and Wang Junyang suddenly looked at each other.
What Ye Tian used was indeed the eighth-level high-grade martial art Purgatory Assassination, but its power was comparable to that of the ninth-level low-grade martial skill.
Ye Tian has created a miracle by cultivating the eighth-level high-level martial art Dragon Song Emperor Palm to a level comparable to the ninth-level low-level martial skill.
However, who would have thought that that is not his limit.
Dong dong dong...
Under the sword energy attack like a violent storm, Si Yuanqing's defense wavered and cracked.
Si Yuanqing couldn't believe it. How could a weak person at the seventh level of Taoism have such a powerful attack power?
He no longer dared to lift himself up, and his body shook violently.
Exhibit 50% of the strength, 70% of the strength, 90% of the strength...
In the end, all the strength was used to maintain the defense unbreakable.
I persisted for a stick of incense, and finally...
The sea of fire faded away, and the sword energy disappeared.
Si Yuanqing and Ye Tian appeared in everyone's sight.
Seeing that Si Yuanqing's defense was still intact, the entire Immortality Sect was completely boiling.
"Young Master is mighty!"
"Hmph, what if a weakling at the seventh level of Daoji has mastered ninth-level low-grade martial arts? He still can't break through the young master's defense!"
Listen to everyone's praise and praise.
The corners of Si Yuanqing's eyes couldn't help but twitch a few times.
According to common sense, he could press Ye Tian to the ground with one hand and rub it!
However, he actually used all his strength to block Ye Tian's attack, which made his pride a little unacceptable.
Rumble...
Above the ring, a terrifying loud noise suddenly sounded, drowning out the voices of everyone on the viewing platform.
I saw Ye Tian waving his sword quickly.
With one swing of his sword, a tornado formed entirely of sword energy was formed. Soon he swung out nine swords, and the nine tornadoes hit Si Yuanqing like a scourge.
"This is... Fuma Ranbu!"
"Comparable to the ninth-level low-grade martial arts... Feng Mo Luan Wu!"
Everyone in the SHIELD Sect was once again dumbfounded.
What Ye Tian used was the eighth-level high-grade martial art of Wind Demon Flurry from the Aegis Sect, but he had trained it to a level comparable to the ninth-level low-grade martial art!
Dragon Roar Emperor Palm, Purgatory Assassination, and Wind Demon Dance, three eighth-level high-grade martial arts skills, were all trained by Ye Tian to be comparable to ninth-level low-grade martial arts skills.
This is no longer a miracle, it is simply like a dream!
However, what is unbelievable to everyone seems to be ordinary to Ye Tian.
What everyone thinks of as a miracle is just ordinary to him.
"Is this his true potential?"
Wang Junyang's heart was filled with turmoil.
"Three ninth-level low-grade martial arts. How could this kid master so many ninth-level low-grade martial arts?" Zhuang Fengyi and Si Tianrui were no longer calm.
Ye Tian is just a weakling at the seventh level of Taoism. It is incredible that he can master a ninth-level low-grade martial skill. He has actually practiced three kinds!
If they knew that Ye Tian had given him power that surpassed the martial arts itself, I don't know how they would feel.
Boom boom boom...
Nine tornadoes hit Si Yuanqing's defense one after another. Even though Si Yuanqing exerted all his strength, he was still somewhat powerless.
The protective shield was violently smashed, and he was trapped in the tornado. He only escaped by resisting with all his strength.
When all the tornadoes disappeared, Si Yuanqing's face was pale and his body was covered in bruises.
"hiss……"
The sound of gasping for air came and went.
Everyone stretched their necks and stared at the bloody Si Yuanqing in disbelief.
He was actually injured by Ye Tian!
roar!
The roar of the dragon shakes the sky, and the power of the dragon is mighty!
Ye Tian used the Dragon Song Emperor Palm, and the majestic dragon rushed towards Si Yuanqing fiercely.