Fu Jian was killed without mercy in an instant, and even some elders had no time to rescue him.
Because this shot is too fast!
The instant killing method is a magical power that has been forgotten for a long time. It is unexpected that someone has mastered it today.
This method was born out of the Nine Kills of the Blood Dragon, and is its ultimate secret. Very few people in the secret realm of supernatural powers can master it, but an unknown outer disciple can actually master it!
Is it possible that this person’s understanding has reached a level that is astonishing to the world?
Some elders remained silent for a long time and kept looking at Xin Zhao, trying to pry out some secrets.
After it was confirmed that he would enter the Tournament of Power, Xin Zhao was given an independent lounge.
In the battle just now, Fu Jian's last stab still hurt him.
On the chest, there was a faint knife mark, and black energy emerged from it.
Pick up the [Life Potion] and drink it slowly.
At this time, there was a knock on Xin Zhao's door. The sound was not loud and the rhythm was slow. It was probably not someone with malicious intentions.
Frowning slightly, he put the life potion back into the Qiankun bag and opened the door.
Outside the door were two young men, one of whom Zhao Xin knew was Bai Shaoyun.
The other person made Xin Zhao feel wary. He was wearing a purple and black robe, his face was resolute, and the aura he showed in his movements was shocking.
There is no doubt that this person is a master who has entered the secret realm of supernatural powers.
The strange man smiled and introduced himself.
"Junior brother Zhao Xin, I am Xingsheng, an inner disciple."
At this time, Bai Shaoyun also smiled at Xin Zhao and said, "Senior brother Xingsheng came to see you from the inner gate specially to talk about something."
Xin Zhao was surprised and understood that the other party was not hostile and invited him in.
"What do you two have to do?"
Xin Zhao asked.
Xing Sheng sat on one side and said calmly: "First of all, I would like to congratulate you. You have won the next round without a fight."
"what happen?"
"Your opponent in the next round, Heng Ming, the top player in the outer sect, has announced that he will give up the competition and will give you the promotion spot."
Xing Sheng told him some news that surprised him.
Zhao Xin was surprised and puzzled. Ming Heng's dashing figure appeared in his mind, as well as countless female disciples cheering.
Looking at such a arrogant person, why would this person admit defeat for no reason?
Xing Sheng said matter-of-factly: "This is normal. After all, neither Luo Yu nor Fu Jian can handle as many moves as you. Naturally, Heng Ming will not be your opponent."
"Of course, what I came here to talk to you about today is another matter."
Zhao Xin raised his head slightly and said, "What's the matter?"
Bai Shaoyun smiled and said: "As in the past, I invite you to join the punishment lineage."
"I……"
Just as Zhao Xin was about to speak, he was interrupted by Xing Sheng.
"You don't have to make a decision in a short while. Before that, we can reveal a piece of news to you."
Xing Sheng had a steady look on his face and said calmly: "You must not know the true identity of the big shot in Tiangong who has been targeting you, right?"
Xin Zhao nodded, he really didn't know this.
"I didn't plan to tell you so early, but you are about to step into the inner sect and become a true disciple of the Chaos Immortal Sect, so you have to explain it to me first."
Xing Sheng talked eloquently and said: "There are twelve forces within the Chaos Immortal Sect, headed by the four masters and the eight hall masters. Among them, we are the line of punishment hall masters, controlling the order of the entire Chaos Immortal Sect, and the law enforcement disciples are also
They were selected from our lineage."
"And the big shot targeting you is a true disciple, and he is also a direct disciple of the Lord of the Sun, one of the four great masters!"
Xin Zhao frowned. He was a direct disciple of the Lord of the Sun. His status was beyond his imagination. He was not only a genius, but also a powerful figure.
"His name is Donghuang Jun, and he is one of the top ten geniuses of the Chaos Immortal Sect. He has a bright future and is a great man destined to stand at the top of the world."
Xin Zhao looks calm on the surface, but he almost scolds his mother on the inside. This Gu Qing is really a scam. First he got into trouble with the Xie family of Chen County, and now he gets into trouble with Dong Huangjun!
But it's just a complaint. In his eyes, he has nothing to fear, no matter he is a genius or a master. After ten years, he will have the confidence to surpass everything.
"Junior brother, don't worry."
Xing Sheng smiled slightly and said with relief: "It would be an exaggeration to say that Dong Huangjun was targeting you. In fact, when he was pursuing Gu Qing, he ordered his subordinates to remove all possible obstacles and sent Xie Kun and others to kill him.
You are just one of Dong Huangjun's subordinates who made your own decisions."
"You are just an outer disciple. In Dong Huangjun's eyes, there is no difference between you and an ant on the ground. He, a true dragon soaring in the sky, looks down upon you."
Xin Zhao wondered: "Whose order did Xie Kun and others accept? Who is the master of the sword slave?"
"It's all done by one person."
Xing Sheng said: "His name is Li Qingshun, and he is also a true disciple."
Zhao Xin was startled. He recognized this name. He was a direct disciple of the ancestor of the Xie family. In his mind, he recalled the man who was so arrogant that he drove away thousands of troops with just one word.
Zhao Xin cursed secretly: Sure enough, this boy has a sheep-faced beast-like heart and is not a good person. The Xie family is still evil towards him to this day!
Xing Sheng said: "Li Qingshun is a true disciple and a follower of Dong Huangjun. According to the rumors, it seems that he encouraged Dong Huangjun to take the initiative against Gu Qing."
Speaking of this, he glanced at Xin Zhao to see the latter's reaction, but he was disappointed.
Xin Zhao's face was calm, and even the depths of his eyes were calm, with no emotional fluctuations.
"well."
Suddenly, Zhao Xin sighed softly and said sadly: "I met Li Qingshun in the world, and we had some affection for each other. I didn't expect that as soon as we entered the immortal gate, he would stab me in the back!"
"Junior brother, don't be sad, scum like Li Qingshun will be despised!"
Xing Sheng said a few words of relief, then took out a jade box, handed it to Zhao Xin, and said: "This is a jade elixir of good fortune, which can restore people in the secret realm of supernatural powers to their full glory. This is my brother's best wishes. I wish you the best."
Defeat the sword slave."
"Then Junior Brother is disrespectful."
Xin Zhao will naturally not refuse. As for the so-called repayment of favors, that will only be considered after he becomes stronger in the future.
"Junior brother, don't be in a hurry to join our punishment lineage. You can consider it slowly and resign for my brother's sake. I won't disturb your rest."
"Brother, walk slowly."
Zhao Xin sent the two off diligently.
Soon after.
All the wounds on Xin Zhao's body have healed, leaving not even a trace of scar. He just feels a little tired and sleepy, but this cannot be the reason for him to convince himself not to participate in the finals.
Holding the spear lightly, he walked out of the training room alone. It was still a little far away from the school grounds. The moon was bright and the stars were bright, and there was no trace of anyone on the road, making him look lonely.
After a while, he was approaching the school grounds. He heard the bell ringing, so he quickened his pace. The number of people gradually increased, but his thoughts were a little ups and downs, melancholy. The words Xing Sheng said still lingered in Zhao Xin for a long time.
in the mind.
Dong Huangjun, Li Qingshun.
Perhaps soon, he will face these two true disciples.
Thoughts continued all the way, and soon Zhao Xin walked into the martial arts arena. The second bell happened to ring, and the crowd cheered.
"This competition is rare."
Xiang Shaoyun smiled easily, sat on the guardrail, and looked at Xin Zhao in the field.
"That's true."
Feng Ming is a little cold.
"Being able to resist Fu Jian's Netherworld Resentment Slash head-on, this Xin Zhao is beyond imagination. Perhaps in the Tianyuan Realm, it is hard to find a single defeat."
Xiang Shaoyun sighed.
"That sword slave has opened the sea of consciousness, given birth to spiritual consciousness, and can use magic power. If the physical body is also tempered and sublimated, it will be a real magical secret realm. But even if it only takes half a step, it is not a physical secret realm that can compete with this.
In this battle, Xin Zhao’s chance of winning is less than 20%.”
Feng Ming analyzed it carefully.
Xiang Shaoyun nodded and said: "It's good to lose, so that he can understand that the sky is high and the sky is high, and that walking alone on the road of cultivation can only lead to death. Then he will be more willing and even beg to join our punishment lineage."
Night falls.
Everyone turned their attention to the martial arts arena.
There were only two people on the field.
To the east is Xin Zhao.
To the west is the Sword Slave.
The crowd was buzzing, and many people remembered that the two people had constant friction and conflicts before the competition. It was obvious to everyone that it could not be an end-to-end competition, but a real battle of life and death.
.
All the disciples outside the field held their breath and stared directly into the field, their eyes revealing excitement and anticipation, waiting for the next bell to ring and the game to officially begin.
The two transcendental auras on the field were the first to collide. The surrounding bluestone and gravel trembled, and the vegetation on the edge was messy. Some disciples with lower cultivation level retreated one by one. At this moment, they were also frightened and involuntarily retreated dozens of feet to watch the battle from a distance.
There was an evil atmosphere around, and a short figure appeared in the dark night. His face was green, but his temples were frosty white, his eyes were sharp, his eyebrows were like knives, and his nose was straight.
Wearing loose gray linen clothes and a worn-out iron sword, he is not tall, but he is like an evil ghost coming to this world, wreaking havoc on the world, with a powerful and terrifying aura.
Opposite him, a lazy figure stood with his hands behind his back, but his body exuded an unruly attitude that looked down upon the sky. His dark eyes contained a sea of blood, as if he wanted to bring about a shocking change in this troubled world.
Xin Zhao sighed and said: "You have changed too much from ten days ago."
The sword slave had no expression on his face and sneered: "It's just thanks to your gift."
Xin Zhao shook his head and said: "Everything is your choice."
The sword slave smiled miserably, "I don't even have a chance to choose!"
A trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes, containing hatred, and he smiled miserably: "I am from an ordinary background, how can I resist when I meet those big shots? Who wants to become a sword slave? My future is cut off and there is no hope, but...
…”
He suddenly said word for word: "Kill you, and your destiny will change!"
Xin Zhao shook his head and glanced at the sword slave's white temples with sadness in his eyes, saying: "Your internal organs are exhausted and your Qi sea is burning too much. It won't be long. What if you are free?"
A smile appeared on the corner of the sword slave's mouth: "Even one day is enough..."
Zhao Xin was shocked, and then he frowned, and a sense of desolation filled his heart. After a long time, he said in a deep voice: "I will definitely kill him!"
No names were mentioned, but the two of them knew it well.
The sword slave remained indifferent, with a trace of mockery in the corner of his eyes.
"go to hell!"
The sword slave's eyes were blood red and bright, like a small burning fireball. Countless pieces of gas were filled around him, the color was blood red, and the smell was like rust.
The air couldn't help but become a little moist, and the iron sword was swung.
During the conversation between the two of them just now, the sword slave was silently preparing for all this. This blow was his final blow.
He must kill with one strike and cannot give Xin Zhao any chance to admit defeat, otherwise he will still be shackled to freedom.
"bring it on!"
Xin Zhao's fighting spirit ignited.
Their eyes met, and the final battle suddenly began!