Looking at the white-haired old man, everyone was dumbfounded... Being able to slap away the elder of the Wulong Sect with one move must be so terrifying.
"I understand, Duan Xuehan, the elder of Huangting Tianci Alchemy Garden...he is the strongest alchemy master in Qinggu Kingdom!"
There was a sudden scream from the audience.
Imperial Court!
The most powerful alchemist!
Two terms are enough to shock everyone.
But why would such a big shot come to fight in Sword City... The Thousand Sect Potential Battle, speaking of it, is just a competition among new disciples, not a grand event at all.
"This old man is Duan Xuehan? The eldest disciple of Shen Fusheng... Well, he does have some Zixia aura."
Zhao Chu looked at the latter and suddenly frowned.
Although this purple meaning is very complex, it must have been practiced in the Taishang Daoji Chapter.
"Elder Duan, if I remember correctly, 200 years ago, you promised in front of the imperial court that you would never interfere with the Tianci Sect again. Today, you injured the elder of the Wulong Sect without any reason. What do you mean?"
At this time, Elder Wan Jianzong took a deep breath and summoned up the courage to ask.
"That is, 200 years have passed since the feud between the Tianci Sect and the nine major sects. Why does Elder Duan still want to get involved?"
Another elder asked.
"Hmph, the nine major sects are shameless and allow you to use the big to bully the small. Don't you allow me to see injustice on the road?"
"That loser, let me ask you, it is obviously a fair life and death bloody battle, why did you interfere in the middle?"
Duan Xuehan snorted and questioned the elder, so loudly that the whole place fell into silence.
Yes, it was indeed the Wulong Sect who violated the rules first.
"In any case, you should not interfere in Tianci Sect's affairs."
Another elder refused to give up.
"Bah...I just intervened. What do you want? Let you, the headmaster of the Qingmu Sect, speak. Who are you to speak?"
Duan Xuehan flicked his sleeves, and the aura of the true golden elixir suddenly surged.
The general audience was fine, but they felt that Duan Xuehan's figure seemed much more stalwart, becoming extremely huge... But the elders in the foundation building stage all had pale faces.
puff!
An elder couldn't help it and spit out a mouthful of blood.
Puff, puff... puff...
Then, one after another, the elders spurted out blood. This was the pressure from the golden elixir, which only the Foundation Establishment realm could deeply feel.
"Duan Xuehan, you are a powerful person in the Golden Core. Isn't it inappropriate to make such a fuss in such a place?"
At this tense moment, the entire sky seemed to be shaking with ripples, and then, a strong sound appeared in the void.
"The Supreme Elder!"
The elder of Wulong Sect quickly bowed to the void.
The Supreme Elders are all powerful men at the Golden Core level. Although these people have no hope of Nascent Soul in this life and have very little longevity left, as long as they are not dead, they are the foundation of the sect.
"Hmph, I represent the imperial court to supervise justice. The disciples of the Tianci Sect, whether 200 years ago or today, have never been as despicable and shameless as you!"
With a flick of his sleeves, Duan Xuehan disappeared.
Due to his oath, he couldn't take action rashly.
"Can't the Wulong Sect even afford to lose a duel? Since it's a fair duel, you don't have to break the rules and embarrass yourself."
Then, the voice in the sky said coldly and reproachfully.
"Disciple understands his mistake and thanks the Supreme Elder for his help."
The elder who was knocked away by Duan Xuehan quickly bowed with his fists in his hands, his face full of respect.
Thanks to the Supreme Elder who passed by this place, he was able to beat Duan Xuehan, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.
"Take care of yourself!"
In an instant, the sky became clear again, and the terrifying pressure disappeared.
At this moment, Ning Tianjiang was still stepping on the head of the white-page dragon, and had just recovered from the shock.
Duan Xuehan, that's the imperial court's royal servant, the number one alchemist in the Qinggu Kingdom.
It turns out that the former has not forgotten Tianci Sect at all, and is still watching it silently to this day. With such a backer, Ning Tianjiang is more confident.
"Junior brother Ning, spare... spare your life!"
At this time, the white-leaf dragon under his feet made a broken voice and begged for mercy weakly.
"Spare your life?"
"If it were me who was kneeling on the ground now, and I asked you to forgive me, would you forgive me?"
Ning Tianjiang let out a sneer, and as the silver spear roared, one of Baiyelong's meridians was severed.
"ah!"
The shrill roar resounded throughout the earth, and the white-leaf dragon's eyes were about to burst in pain.
"It turns out that there are nine pain meridians in the human body. As long as your pain meridians are cut off, your life will be worse than death!"
Ning Tianjiang smiled ferociously, and fired the second shot.
ah!
Bai Yelong's face was distorted, as if he had endured Lingchi's torture, and his voice had become hoarse.
The third shot!
The fourth shot!
Ning Tianjiang laughed so hard that his face was splashed with blood, like a demon king.
The fifth shot!
White Page Dragon was so painful that he fainted and was awakened again. He was so tortured that he no longer looked human.
"Crazy gangster, you are so young and cruel, you are so cruel!"
Although the elder of Wulong Sect was afraid of Duan Xuehan and did not dare to take action, he was trembling with anger and could not help but reprimand him.
Bai Ye Long was his favorite disciple, but he was tortured to the point of despair.
"That's right. At such a young age, don't you know any mercy?"
"Since the victory or defeat has been decided, why bother to kill them all."
Immediately, one by one the elders also criticized each other. Facing the Tianci Sect, the nine major sects were united for the first time.
With the eighth stab, the white-leaf dragon convulsed all over and almost turned into a ball of flesh and blood... Ning Tianjiang chewed a healing pill and managed to control the injury to his abdomen.
He laughed evilly, swung his gun light, penetrated the white-leaf dragon fiercely, and then lifted it directly into the air, as if he was holding a bloody trophy after a general's triumphant victory.
"You are all so righteous. If I were the loser, what would your expression be like at this moment? Are you happy? Or do you deserve it?"
"I just don't like the condescending attitude of your nine major sects... So what if you are third on the Heavenly Ranking? Shouldn't I beat him to a disability?"
Boom!
Ning Tianjiang waved his silver spear hysterically, and the white-page dragon was thrown up three feet high... click, click, click... Then, Ning Tianjiang tapped his toes on the ground, and after a run-up, his body curled up hard, and right before Bai Jian
The moment Bai Yelong's body was about to fall, he used his gun as a whip, made a sound that broke through the air, and whipped Bai Yelong hard into the Wulong Sect's camp.
Boom!
A ball of bloody garbage fell in the center of Wulong Sect, splattering everyone with blood.
"Help, save me...Puff...Puff..."
The white page dragon had long since lost his human form. He raised his arms, uttered a few syllables dryly in his throat, tilted his head, and fainted.
"The nine major sects are nothing more than that!"
After saying a few words, Ning Tianjiang swung his spear and left the battlefield coldly.
At the same time, a dark Tianci Sect flag was quietly flying in the queue of Tianbang.
In 200 years, this is the first time that Tianbang has been successfully challenged.
"good!"
Fang Sanwan was high-spirited. Around him, those questioning spectators had already fled away. How could they dare to provoke this terrifying Tianci Sect again.
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"You can't tell, this guy is cruel and cruel, he is stronger than me."
Zhao Chu smiled bitterly and shook his head.
I have to admit that Ning Tianjiang is a man who has a clear distinction between grudges and grudges. After half a lifetime of civilized life on earth, Ning Tianjiang can never get rid of some bad habits of indecisiveness.
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"Hmph, Bai Ye Long's fate tomorrow will be to be thrown out of the Martial Dragon Sect."
In the corner of Wanjian Sect, a figure with bandages all over his body walked indifferently towards the center of the battle platform. Even the disciples of Wanjian Sect looked sideways at the places he passed along the way, as there was always an indescribable strange aura.
On the other side of the fighting platform, a young man with white hair and white eyebrows also slowly walked onto the fighting platform.
Wanjian Sect breaks out of the inner sect and fights against the headmaster of Zihai Sect.
After not seeing him for half a year, Wang Junchen was like a figure in a fairy scroll, even more difficult to see through. Even some elders felt a faint danger.
"Wang Junchen, I am not your opponent yet, but given time, I will kill you with my own hands to prove my Taoist heart!"
Under the bandage, Feng Haoyan's tone was gloomy, and his green pupils were burning with strange flames.
"Let's take action!"
Wang Junchen sighed.
This kind of clamor is almost meaningless.
"Here comes the sword!"
Feng Haoyan stopped talking nonsense and flicked his finger. From the top of the sky, a magical sword suddenly struck through the air, pulling out a bright sword along the way.
Boom boom boom boom!
Almost instantly, a terrifying seven-layer wave of energy suddenly rose from Feng Haoyan's body.
Seventh level of Qi refining!
Everyone was stunned.
Putting aside the White Page Dragon, Ning Tianjiang, another seventh-level Qi Refiner appeared today.
"What kind of evildoers are the Forty Thousand Demon Generation... You, the Ten Thousand Sword Sect, have picked up two good seedlings this time."
Many elders were envious, especially the Wulong Sect, which suffered heavy losses this time.
"Hmph, you can't even imagine the fate of Wanjian Sect!"
The elder of the Wanjian Sect looked arrogant, and looked down on other sects in his eyes.
call out!
On the battlefield, this sword was as fast as lightning, and its power was so powerful that it cut even the space into pieces. It was called the pinnacle sword.
"No one dares to face this sword directly, even I have to avoid the edge temporarily."
He Jianggui's pupils flashed. None of these comrades back then were simple.
Electric light and flint!
Seeing that the sword was about to cut through Wang Junchen's neck, he calmly stretched out his palm.
ice!
The ice that was sending out the thick cold smoke spread crazily.
Like a ferocious squirming ice dragon, it swallowed up the sword blade and froze it in an understatement.
Snap!
The ice cube fell to the ground and the sword's blade shattered into pieces.
From front to back, Wang Junchen defeated Feng Haoyan's peak attack with just one ordinary move.
The body is sealed with frost and ice, dominating the world.
Behind Wang Junchen, the overwhelming spiritual power of the eighth level of Qi Refining quietly spread, which was simply despairing.
There are no shackles, no bottlenecks, and no bumps in spiritual body cultivation... As long as you follow the right path, there won't be any bumps that will make the world jealous.
At this moment, everyone had mixed feelings in their hearts.
The eighth level of Qi refining!
Frost-sealed body!
How can we fight?
Fight with what?
The seventh level Qi refining duel between Ning Tianjiang and Bai Yelong just now was so exciting that it was simply a top-notch battle... But facing the spirit body, they were instantly knocked out of the mortal world and were vulnerable to a single blow.
At this moment, the whole place was completely silent.
"Wang Junchen's strength is probably enough to challenge the Zihai Ranking!"
Next to Zihai Sect, an elder asked quietly.
"Just yesterday, Wang Junchen was already the ninth strongest person on the Purple Sea Ranking. He is the youngest strong person on the Purple Sea Ranking since the founding of the Zihai Sect."
The elder of Zihai Sect smiled slightly, with deep pride in his eyes.
The elder of the Qingmu Sect sighed.
If Ji Dongyuan was still alive, how strong would the Qingmu Sect be now.
"He is worthy of being the king of geniuses and a role model for everyone. He is at the eighth level of Qi refining, which makes people very desperate."
Faced with such pressure, Feng Haoyan actually smiled grimly and did not use his sword energy. Instead, he stepped on the ground with the sole of his foot, his body exploded, and he rushed straight towards Wang Junchen... He bared his teeth and claws, as if he was fighting between scoundrels, and struck hard with one claw.
He walked away with Wang Junchen's face and claws.