The sudden sound made everyone in the entire school fall silent, and everyone's eyes turned to the sword-wielding young man near the center of the school grounds.
"Su Xin?"
"Young Master?"
Most people on the field showed astonished expressions.
Su Xin, who also survived the 'raindrop' in the first round, was one of the ten people who entered the second round. Everyone present had noticed his presence before.
But Su Xin was only at the ninth level of Zhenwu. Although he was able to enter the second round, which surprised many people, everyone in the Su family had no extravagant expectations for him.
Just like when Zhao Ling said he wanted to challenge the whole audience by himself, Su Qinghong and the others only joined forces as four people and had no intention of inviting Su Xin to join them.
Because he is only at the ninth level of Zhenwu, he can't help much under normal circumstances.
But now, even Su Qinghong and four others were easily defeated by Zhao Ling, leaving Su Xin alone. How dare he show up?
"Is this Su Xin seeking death?"
Zhao Qing, who was on the edge of the school field, saw this scene and his eyes couldn't help but glow red.
He hoped that Su Xin would take action without overestimating his capabilities, and then his elder brother could naturally avenge him.
"Su Xin, you are no match for him, retreat quickly." Su Yuning, who looked a little pale and had retreated to the edge, shouted.
As Su Xin's cousin, and she had a close relationship in the past, even though she was a lot estranged because of what happened three years ago, Su Yuning still didn't want Su Xin to come forward and show off in vain.
"Su Xin?" Zhao Ling looked at Su Xin contemptuously and shook his head, "Three years ago, he was barely qualified to be my opponent, but now..."
Su Xin ignored the gazes of the people around him and stepped forward step by step. He did not even look at Zhao Ling, but stared at the four people gathered behind Zhao Ling with his cold eyes.
These four people are the four who chose to withdraw from the tenth level of Zhenwu after the Menke faction entered the second round.
"What does Su Xin want to do?" The four people all had strange expressions.
"One against four?" Su Xin pondered.
next moment……
Clang!
The long sword is unsheathed!
Su Xin's figure was like a stream of light, appearing in front of the four people across a distance of tens of feet in an instant.
The long sword waved, and a beautiful and dazzling sword light lit up out of thin air.
"Coming for the four of us?"
"Are you sick?"
These four people at the tenth level of Zhenwu were all startled, and their expressions were also filled with astonishment.
The four of them have already withdrawn from the fight, and Su Xin actually attacks them?
"This sword!"
Among the four of them, one of them, who was at the tenth level of Zhenwu Realm, had a relatively strong expression, but his expression changed drastically, "Be careful!!"
He even shouted fiercely, and the other three people were already far behind the extraordinary power of this sword, and they immediately took action to block it.
Chi! Chi! Chi! Chi!
The sound of the sword entering the body sounded almost at the same time, and Su Xin's figure had already appeared in the body. Behind the four people.
The four people had panic in their eyes, and some even had their mouths opened. They only felt a stinging pain in their chests, and they could also see the blood flowing from their chests.
call!
The four figures all flew upside down at the same time, and their breaths immediately became sluggish.
With one sword strike, four people at the tenth level of true martial arts were severely injured in an instant!
Su Xin had turned around at this time, his cold eyes were like a god of death, staring at Zhao Ling, and cold words came out of his mouth.
"Zhao Ling, draw your sword!"
"Use your sword skills!"
"Show all your strength!"
"Use all your strength and exhaustion to fight me!"
"Because, after this battle, you will die!!"
…
silence!
The originally noisy martial arts garden, with thousands of people gathered, was now completely silent!
Everyone stared at the young figure in the middle of the school field with wide eyes and disbelief.
With one sword, four people at the tenth level of true martial arts were severely injured in an instant!
What kind of strength is this?
And you must know that just now, Zhao Ling was fighting one against four, and finally defeated the four of Su Qinghong with just one sword.
Zhao Ling used a knife.
And Su Xin only uses one sword now?
Even Su Xin's sword was obviously much cleaner and sharper.
Plus what Su Xin said...
"Draw the sword!"
"Use your sword skills!"
"Show all your strength!"
"Use all your strength and exhaust everything..."
"You will die in this battle!!"
At this moment, everyone in the Su family was shocked.
Immediately afterwards, the hearts of these people of the Su family, who had just been shocked by Zhao Ling's strength and had become completely desperate, were ignited again!
"Su Xin!"
Everyone on the field looked at Su Xin again.
Su Baichen, the second elder Su Tietong, and Yuan Qing from Red Dragon Tower all looked at Su Xin in the stands.
He has become the absolute focus of this competition!
"That sword strike just now..."
Zhao Ling frowned slightly. He knew very well the strength of the four tenth-level Zhenwu warriors from the Disciple Faction. Although there was no peak tenth-level warrior like Su Qinghong among them, the four of them were not weak when they joined forces. It would take one sword to severely injure four of them at the same time.
Even for him, it is not easy to do it.
"It seems that I underestimated you."
Zhao Ling finally looked at Su Xin with a straight eye, and his expression became a little more serious than before.
Su Xin's sword strike just now had already proved his strength.
"This is a little more interesting." Zhao Ling laughed, and at the same time slowly pulled out the sword behind him.
"He drew his sword!"
"Draw the sword as soon as you come?"
"Nonsense, the strength Su Xin showed with his sword just now is definitely not much weaker than him. Of course he has to draw the sword!"
People around were talking, but soon everyone fell silent.
Everyone watched with bated breath.
In the center of the school grounds, Su Xin and Zhao Ling, one holding a sword and the other holding a knife, looked at each other fiercely from a distance of tens of meters.
call!
A gust of breeze came, and the next moment...
Whizzing!
The two figures moved at the same time.
The two phantoms seemed to suddenly disappear, followed by like two meteors colliding.
"Bang!"
There was a loud noise, and everyone nearby trembled inwardly.
In the center of the school ground, Su Xin and Zhao Ling stood up with their waists lowered, their bodies in a bow shape, their long swords and swords colliding head-on. Terrifying power burst out along their bodies, shaking into the surrounding air, causing the air to tremble.
Bursts of ear-piercing sonic booms.
The ground beneath their feet was gradually cracking, and cracks appeared and spread. The terrifying force also shook the gravel under their feet, causing the gravel to vibrate and float.
An instant later, the two figures were knocked back at the same time.
But as soon as they stood firm, boom!
Another extremely brutal explosion came out, and the weapons in their hands collided again.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Terrible collisions and roars sounded one after another.
There is no fancy or any skill, it is purely a crazy collision of brute force!
Head-to-head!!
Every time the collision and squeezing with that terrible force caused the ground below to explode, forming strong winds, sweeping in all directions.
In the blink of an eye, there were dozens of fierce collisions.
"What an amazing speed!"
"What a terrifying power!"
"This power is simply not something that can be unleashed in the True Martial Realm!"
The area around the battlefield was already completely boiling.
"Master!"
"Master!"
Su Xin's maid, Hong Shi, couldn't help but scream in surprise and excitement when she saw her young master burst out with such terrifying strength.
"Su Xin!!"
"Su Xin!!"
The younger members of the Su family also roared one after another.
They have long forgotten that incident three years ago, and have also forgotten that the Su family led to the decline of the Su family. Now in their eyes, Su Xin is carrying the pride and glory in the bones of their Su family, competing with that person on the court.
Zhao Ling fought frantically, displaying power that completely impressed them!
In this world, the strong is respected!
"too strong!" "You don't need to feel it in person, just listening to the movement from the side, you will be completely focused on the peak of the general tenth level!"
Su Qinghong and Su Yuning, who had been defeated by Zhao Ling before, stood together. They all stared at the two wildly colliding figures on the field with shocked eyes.
It was only now that they truly felt how terrifying Zhao Ling's power was.
When Zhao Ling fought against them before, he didn't show his full strength at all.
However, Zhao Ling was strong and his power was so amazing that they could understand it.
But what about Su Xin?
"A person at the ninth level of Zhenwu, in a head-on collision in terms of pure strength, is not weaker than this Zhao Ling?" Su Qinghong was a little confused.
Little did he know that Su Xin was indeed only at the ninth level of Zhenwu, but he was at the peak of the ninth level, and after practicing the inherited skills, his spiritual power was no weaker than that of ordinary people at the tenth level of Zhenwu.
What's important is the power of blood!
As soon as the power of the bloodline at the supreme bloodline level was activated, Su Xin's sudden burst of power immediately received a terrifying increase, and it was completely above the peak of the tenth level.
Bang!
After another terrifying head-on collision, the two men finally came to a stop.
Separated by a distance of tens of meters, facing each other, the two of them were still filled with a terrifying aura of spiritual power.
"A person in the ninth level of Zhenwu can collide with me dozens of times without falling behind at all. Su Xin, you are indeed somewhat capable!"
Zhao Ling's cold voice echoed in the school grounds.
If at first Zhao Ling did not take Su Xin, a genius who had been imprisoned in the Forbidden Demon Prison for three full years, in his eyes at all, then after seeing Su Xin severely inflicting four disciples of the tenth level of Zhenwu from the Disciple faction with a sword, Zhao Ling
I felt extremely surprised and began to look at Su Xin with a "positive eye".
But now, Zhao Ling has completely regarded Su Xin as his real opponent.
Not to mention anything else, just being able to cultivate at the ninth level of Zhenwu and still not lose the slightest bit in a head-on collision with him despite his full strength, you are already qualified to be his opponent.
"Su Xin!"
"Next, I'm going to start showing off my sword skills."
"A person at the ninth level of true martial arts can force me to use sword skills. You can be proud of this."
Zhao Ling's voice continued to sound.
Hearing this, the many strong men and disciples of the Su family who were watching the battle and were surprised by Su Xin's strength trembled in their hearts.
Only then did they remember that Zhao Ling had broken through the eleventh floor of the Zhenwu Pavilion before, and his skills had already reached an extremely high level.
How strong must his sword skills be?
Su Xin, can you still compete with him?
"Sword skills?"
"I'd really like to see it."
Su Xin smiled coldly and pointed the long sword in his hand at Zhao Ling.