"Hmph, if you want to despise my Lingwu Academy, you must first pass my test!"
Qian Yun's face was cold, and the corners of his eyes twitched coldly.
She stepped forward, looked directly at Long Jue, and said: "Then let me see how strong Mo Yunzong's little master is, and he can swallow the sky with such a loud voice like yours."
"In Halong Jue, I'm not a little expert, but beating you is not a problem."
Long Jue squinted his eyes and clasped his fists. He didn't look like he was talking to Qian Yun.
The arrogance and arrogance are obvious at a glance!
"kill!"
Qian Yun was furious, and with a "choking" sound from his war sword, three warrior cyclones shot out, each one like a rapidly rotating flywheel.
Yellow-level martial arts—Zhenqi Slash!
Long Jue's expression did not change, his steps flashed, and his speed was considered to be very fast. In the blink of an eye, he staggered, and his steps suddenly stopped.
"Broken Wind Palm!"
He shouted softly, and three warrior cyclones rushed out, all gathered together, forming a slap as big as a human face, from top to bottom, only hitting Qian Yun.
"Bang"
Qian Yun's backhand was a sword strike, and the three flywheels directly met the slap. For a moment, the arena became dull, and a wave of fluctuation suddenly swept away.
Qian Yun stepped back, his face turned pale suddenly, while Long Jue remained motionless, except for a layer of dust on his clothes.
"That's all."
He curled his lips coldly, put one hand behind his back, and swept the corner of his clothes with the other.
That is a kind of coolness, but also a kind of contempt.
This made many people clenched their fists, especially the young men of the Qian family, who grinded their teeth in hatred. Qian Yun was their idol and the target of their pursuit.
How can such humiliation be tolerated?!
"kill!"
Qian Yun's face was cold and livid with anger. He killed him instantly with the sword in his hand, and cyclones shot out with a "swish" sound, sealing off all the places where Long Jue could dodge.
Obviously, Qian Yun was angry and unleashed his strongest fighting spirit.
"hehe."
However, facing this blow, Long Jue just smiled.
The next moment, he raised his palm, a palm as big as a millstone, which was composed of three cyclones, and pressed it down at once.
"Bobo"
Sound waves exploded one after another, and the huge palm radiated with light, blocking the cyclone and suppressing it forcefully.
"Bang"
With this sound, Qian Yun retreated violently. The battle sword trembled with an exciting "ding-dong" sound, and almost flew out of her hand. Her arm was in pain, and a thin thread of blood was torn from the tiger's mouth.
"puff"
Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Qian Yun's face turned completely pale, his whole body was emptied out, his eyes were blank, and he slowly fell to the ground.
"Sister Qian Yun!"
The expressions of several young men from the Qian family changed. They rushed to the ring anxiously and hurriedly lifted Qian Yun down. Fortunately, Qian Yun was only seriously injured and his life was not in danger.
Qian Yun was defeated. Even the third-level warriors were no match for Long Jue.
For a moment, everyone in the Lingwu Academy changed their colors. The Dragon Jue was so powerful that it was so powerful that it only took a few moves to seriously injure a young master.
Li Jun, Ao Long, and You Hao all had their faces darkened, they were under great pressure.
Even if they are on the same level as Qian Yun, they will all be defeated if they meet Long Jue.
"You Hao, come on!"
The wrinkles on Mo Shan's face twitched. He was feeling aggrieved. Why is Mo Yunzong so powerful this year?
"yes!"
You Hao nodded heavily and rushed onto the stage in one step. He held a sharp knife in his hand, which was very narrow and long. When he danced gently, it made a harsh sound as it cut through the air.
"kill!"
He shouted loudly and rushed over as fast as he could. The sharp knife fell in the air, and three cyclones went up from the bottom, forming a line of cold light that shot directly into Long Jue's eyes.
"snort!"
Long Jue snorted coldly, seeing what You Hao was planning. He quickly took a step back, slammed his palm down, and shot out three cyclones like swords.
"Bang"
In an instant, a huge slap came down.
"puff"
Even though You Hao was on guard and tried his best to resist, he was still knocked back several steps and his hands were shaking. The force was indeed too great and he almost couldn't bear it.
"Haha, let's see how many times you can block it!"
Long Jue sneered, raised his palm to clap, and hit another palm print, making You Hao exhale, staggered, and fell to the ring.
"Break it for me!"
You Hao was furious and thrust out the sharp blade fiercely. Three warrior cyclones erupted one after another. Only on the third stroke did he pierce the palm print.
"Bang"
However, Long Jue was ruthless and pressed his palm print again, and this time it was even more humiliating, and he actually pushed You Hao directly to the ground.
This posture happened to face Long Jue, as if he was kneeling on the ground.
"Ah...you!"
You Hao was so angry that he went crazy, his face was black and blue, he struggled hard, but he couldn't breathe due to the pressure of the palm print.
"puff"
Finally, he spit out a mouthful of blood and passed out directly on the ring.
Another little master failed!
Lingwu Academy was silent, and everyone's blood-red eyes were wide open. They couldn't believe it, and they couldn't believe it. Both Qian Yun and You Hao were their role models. How could they be defeated by one person?!
This was unacceptable to them. They had always been very confident, but now even their confidence was shattered.
"Is Mo Yunzong's genius so powerful?"
The You family disciples all said with scarlet eyes.
"Li Jun, can Aolong defeat him?"
A girl from Lingwu Academy had a hoarse voice, as if she was about to cry.
In fact, even Mo Shan was in despair. This year, the disciples of Mo Yun Sect were not even a bit stronger than Lingwu Academy. Every move made by a warrior was insulting.
Eight consecutive victories, five consecutive victories...and now Long Jue has also won two consecutive victories, and the ones he defeated were all young masters.
This was even more shocking than before, it was like a slap in their face!
"The outer door is getting more and more useless!"
The inner sect and the spiritual dean elders all came here, all with gloomy faces. The outer sect has been in a state of chaos in the past few years. In previous years, Lingwu Academy lost, and it was a close match.
However, this year is really embarrassing!
Every time a disciple from Mo Yunzong walks out, it is a massacre, a one-sided massacre!
"Okay, you two come together and solve it together."
On the ring, Long Jue said coldly: "This year is really boring."
Another insult!
The outer disciples of Lingwu Academy had their teeth ground to pieces, but they were unable to refute, the latter was really too strong.
"court death!"
Li Jun and Ao Long were both furious. They rushed forward together, one holding a sword in one hand and the other holding a sword in their hands, forming an encirclement.
Since Long Jue is so arrogant, let's work together to knock him down to see how arrogant he is.
Three warrior cyclones appeared on each of them, stirring in the air. The momentum was very powerful, and they immediately charged towards the dragon.
"Whoosh"
That was the sound of a war sword cutting through the air.
"Bop boom" was the sound of the sword falling down.
The two young masters joining forces are totally different. Unless they are fourth-level warriors, they are simply unstoppable.
However, just when the people in Lingwu Academy were excited, Long Jue smiled slightly and slowly opened his hands.
"Buzz!"
A wave of air was set off, and cyclones appeared with a "whirring" wind sound. They were not level three warriors, but level four!
Four warrior cyclones appeared on Long Jue's hands, circling rapidly, and then they suddenly merged together to form a bright handprint.
At this moment, people were stunned and their minds were shaky.
How is that possible?!
That Long is definitely a fourth-level warrior and can kill everyone in the field instantly. He is also pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger.
It can be said that this is a losing battle. As long as Long Jue appears alone and then destroys everything, he can kill everyone in Lingwu Academy.
However, Mo Yunzong did not do this. They wanted to humiliate him completely from beginning to end!
Giving them hope and then letting them despair is the cruelest thing!
Lingwu Academy was completely defeated and there was no hope. Everyone shook their heads.
"Ah, I don't believe it!" Li Jun yelled.
"Invincible!" Aolong roared.
They rushed over quickly, displayed yellow-level martial arts, and were about to bury Long Jue inside in the blink of an eye.
But... a handprint rose into the sky, holding everything up, shattering the six cyclones one by one, and then pushed it out horizontally, like a wall, pushing across the arena.
"Boom"
Aolong flew away, his arm was broken, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Li Jun fainted. He was the first to bear the brunt of the attack and his iron sword was bent.
Both young masters were defeated, and the defeat was so tragic!
This is a fact that no one wants to accept, but it is a fact that has to be accepted.
Lingwu Academy ended in a disastrous defeat. Everyone's eyes were red, and some girls were in tears. They suffered an unprecedented defeat, which has never been seen in the history of Lingwu Academy.
Of course, this is also unprecedented despair!
"Alas, the outer door is becoming more and more disappointing."
The inner elder shook his head.
"Mo Yunzong is indeed much stronger than before." The elder of the spiritual dean also sighed.
"Who else wants to take the stage to fight?!"
Long Jue pinched his fingers and scanned the entire audience with sharp eyes, showing great disappointment and contempt.
He can defeat everyone by himself, this is the gap, this is genius.
Geniuses are lonely, so let them continue to be lonely.
At this time, let alone the teenagers around him, even Mo Shan darkened his face and remained silent.
"If not, then this year's communication war will end here..." Elder Mo Yunzong glanced at Mo Shan, grinned, and was about to announce that the communication war was over.
"Wait!"
Suddenly, a childish voice interrupted Elder Mo Yunzong's words.
Immediately, everyone looked behind them in surprise, and saw a young man stepping forward with an angry look on his face. He was holding a big black stick in his hand, and he arrived in front of everyone in a few steps.
"Ling Feng?!"
For a moment, a group of people from Lingwu Academy looked at Ling Feng in surprise, not expecting that the latter would appear here.