Zhao Tian looked up at the huge palm print and took the picture. He did not make any movement, but kept the hand seal to maintain the output of spiritual power. In the eyes of the disciples around him, he seemed to be frightened. But those who had fought with Zhao Tian
Han Yi naturally knew his methods, and the shield inspired by the Linzi Jue would definitely not be that simple.
The next moment, Han Yi's conjecture was verified. The flaming cloud palm bombarded the wooden shield and burned fiercely. The fire energy exploded one after another, but the wooden shield was not damaged at all. When the old man in the distance saw this scene, his face became gloomy.
.Is this kid pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger?
The fire light dissipated, and the wooden shield stood in front of Zhao Tian, unchanged.
"It's my turn to take action." Zhao Tian's handprints suddenly changed, his fingers flew, and a layer of green light spread from the ground below, "Bing Zi Jue, Imperial Order."
As the words fell, tens of millions of vines grew crazily from the ground, almost occupying the entire space of the arena. When Lao Sheng saw this scene, his face turned pale and he swallowed hard.
Zhao Tian smiled and waved his hand. Whoosh, whoosh, those vines exploded one after another, and the sawdust turned into green spikes and shot down overwhelmingly. When Lao Sheng looked up, it seemed that the sky suddenly dimmed at this moment.
"I surrender." Lao Sheng shouted in panic. The elder outside the formation's light curtain instantly appeared in front of him. He raised his hand and pressed it. A layer of solid spiritual power light curtain opened, blocking those who were shooting.
of spikes.
The elder glanced at Zhao Tian with surprise in his eyes. The power contained in the attack just now was able to shake the defense he had formed. This shows that Zhao Tian's strength is by no means ordinary.
"Zhao Tian wins." He announced calmly, and the old student behind him was full of shame. Before, he thought he was right and asked Zhao Tian to admit defeat, but he didn't expect that he was no match for him. He secretly said something perverted, and the old student walked off the ring.
"Next,."
Han Yi walked out of the crowd with a heavy sword on his back, and with a movement of his feet, he entered the formation and the light curtain fell on the ring. The next moment, a figure in green robe entered the ring very quickly, standing opposite and looking at Han Yi with a smile on his face.
"Exchange names."
"Han Yi."
"Yang Lie."
"Let's get started."
Yang Lie looked at Han Yi with interest, his eyes lingering on the heavy sword on his back.
"It seems that junior brother is practicing body-refining spiritual techniques. Using such a heavy sword, your power will probably be terrifying." Yang Lie smiled, "But I am practicing wind-type spiritual techniques, and I am good at speed.
Although we have the same cultivation level, I think I should be the winner this time."
"You talk a lot of nonsense. You have to fight to know whether you win or lose." Han Yi did not draw his sword, but took a slight step with his left foot and began to accumulate strength. Kui Long Jue and Dragon Elephant Tyrant Body Jue rotated at the same time, terrifying
The power comes out bit by bit.
Han Yi retorted like this, and Yang Lie's face became unsightly. He had always been good at analysis and had never made mistakes before. He never expected that he would be so frustrated today as a young freshman.
"In that case, let me see what you are capable of." After Yang Lie finished speaking, his figure turned sharply and became erratic, "How about it, do you still have that confidence now?" He suddenly appeared behind Han Yi,
laugh.
"Self-righteous." Han Yi said coldly, and the power under his feet exploded, instantly turning into a white shadow and disappearing on the spot. Yang Lie's palm fell into the air, and his face changed. This speed was not inferior to him at all.
Huh, the sound of breaking through the air rang in his ears. Yang Lie immediately activated his body technique, and the green light flashed and disappeared. Han Yi's spinning kick also missed, and his body swept out in another direction, chasing Yang Lie's figure, blasting out a
fist.
So fast. Yang Lie's pupils tightened, and before he could react, Han Yi's fist was already in front of him.
He drew his palm in the air, and the green light condensed into a vortex, like a tornado. Han Yi's fist was bombarded by the black spiritual power, and the vortex exploded, and Yang Lie used the force to retreat quickly.
Han Yi's feet erupted again, a white shadow flashed past, and his face came into view again. How is this possible? Yang Lie's face was filled with disbelief.
He made a hand gesture, and hundreds of cyan wind blades appeared around him, shooting towards Han Yi. There was a whirring sound in the air, and those wind blades almost blocked all Han Yi's escape routes.
"broken."
Han Yi shouted coldly and punched out fiercely. The disciples who were watching were so fast that they could only see a shadow. The air roared, and the terrifying wind of fists rose from the ground. The wind blades that were shot exploded under the wind of fists.
.Only dozens of them broke through the obstacles after the fist wind weakened and came to Han Yi's eyes. He punched the wind-shattering blade without dodging, and looked up at Yang Lie. The black face was not dangerous in Yang Lie's eyes.
"You are very good, that one move will determine the outcome." After Yang Lie finished speaking, he formed several seals, clasped his hands in front of him and opened them again, and a huge, extremely solid wind blade appeared, with a deep color.
Blade of Storm, cut."
Han Yi grasped the hilt of the heavy sword, and the spiritual power was continuously injected into the sword body. Not a trace escaped. It seemed that even the breath fluctuations had disappeared. He could not feel the spiritual power fluctuations, but Yang Lie's heart actually rose.
A strong sense of danger arose.
"The sword that breaks mountains, opens mountains with one sword."
He slashed with his sword, and a white sword shadow flew out instantly. The huge cyan wind blade collided with the white sword shadow, and was cut apart silently, and the spiritual power dissipated. The sword shadow flashed towards Yang Lie
Cutting off the top of the head is silent but not dangerous.
A fist shadow flew towards him and smashed the sword shadow into pieces. Yang Lie's face was pale, and he felt lucky to survive the disaster.
"Han Yisheng." The elder announced.
After getting off the ring, Ji Xuanyou greeted him, looked at Han Yi and said with a smile: "Brother Han, congratulations."
"It's too early to congratulate now." Han Yi shook his head.
"Come on, hurry up, Li Huang is here, don't miss his battle." An old student next to him greeted him, and several people hurried past.
"." shouted the elder from the other side of the arena.
"Brother Han, it's my turn."
"I wish you your first victory."
"Thank you for your good words from Brother Han." Ji Xuanyou smiled, and as soon as he showed his body, he rushed to the ring, looked at a young man who was about twenty years old opposite him, and cupped his hands, "Ji Xuanyou, please give me some advice, senior brother."
"Tian Yu." The young man also handed over his hand.
"start."
After the elder finished speaking, the two of them released their auras at the same time. Ji Xuanyou launched the attack first, sending out dozens of silver palm prints. Tian Yu on the opposite side drew his sword and slashed at him. The golden sword light was sharp and terrifying, and all those palm prints were destroyed.
It split into two halves, collapsed and disappeared.
"Lingzong late stage." Sensing Ji Xuanyou's cultivation level, Han Yi was shocked. He must know that more than three months ago, he was the same as himself in the late spiritual master stage, but now he has directly broken through to the late stage of Lingzong.
This is simply impossible. I am able to achieve the current level of cultivation in the Lingzong period only with the help of the Xuanling Fruit and the power of the Fire Essence. Otherwise, I would only be in the early stage of Lingzong.
"It seems that something happened to him when he went out this time."
Tian Yu flew up in the arena, slashing from the air, and the sharp sword light struck Ji Xuanyou. Ji Xuanyou's movement was weird, and the sword light could not lock his figure at all. The sword light palm prints were flying in the light screen of the formation,
The battle was fierce.
"The golden sword cuts the sea."
After fighting fiercely for a full quarter of an hour, Tian Yu finally stopped holding back. Spiritual power was continuously injected into the long knife and slashed down. A golden sword light over a hundred meters fell from the sky, carrying an extremely fierce aura.
Facing such a terrifying knife, Ji Xuanyou remained calm, his palm drew a strange trajectory in the air, and he struck out quickly.
The spiritual power condensed in the palm burst out instantly, and a huge palm print of tens of meters was shot. The two attacks collided, and the golden sword light was shattered in an instant. The palm print flashed in front of Tian Yu
, blasted into his body.
"Pfft." He spat out a mouthful of blood and shot it backwards, unable to fight anymore.
"Jixuan Yousheng."
"Look, Li Huang and Situ Feng are both present."
Han Yi heard this and turned around to look. In the other two arenas to the east, Li Huang and Situ Feng were respectively facing an old student with profound cultivation. The two old students had a sad face and secretly thought that they were unlucky to win the prize with these two.
Same number.
"Senior brother, please give me some advice." The two old students didn't intend to admit defeat, so they handed over their hands.
Situ Feng smiled and returned the favor.
"Please take action."
The old student opposite took a deep breath, his eyes became determined, and all the spiritual power in his body was mobilized. He did not dare to be careless when facing Situ Feng. That was the third-ranked existence in the outer palace. No, now, it was already ranked
Secondly, he was very aware of the gap between himself and Situ Feng, and he also knew that he only had one chance to make a move, so he had to go all out.
He raised his hand, surging spiritual power gathered in it, and stepped forward to punch. Buzz, a huge fist mark of tens of meters flew out instantly and came to Situ Feng. The fist mark was extremely solid, and the amber spiritual light was as thick as
mountains.
"This punch is not bad." Situ Feng said lightly. He raised his hand and punched it gently. A purple light flashed between his fingers. The punch mark stopped in front of his palm and he could no longer move forward.
, and collapsed in the next moment.
So strong, Han Yi's pupils shrank slightly. Lao Sheng's full-strength punch was obviously using his strongest spiritual skill, but it was insignificant in front of Situ Feng. They were both peak monks in the late Lingzong period. The strength between them
The gap is so huge, it's unbelievable.
"I admit defeat." Lao Sheng no longer had the idea of asking Situ Feng for advice. Although the two had the same cultivation level, they were not at the same level in terms of combat ability.
When Li Huang saw that Situ Feng had finished the game, he looked at the old student opposite him who was smiling but not smiling. That smile made him feel scared.
"Are you still going to take action?"
"I..." Lao Sheng swallowed hard, his body started to tremble unnoticeably, and he could hardly bear Li Huang's gaze.
"If you don't want to admit defeat, then take action." After Li Huang finished speaking, he took a step forward and punched in the air. The air fluctuated, and a punch suddenly came to Lao Sheng, so fast that it was almost impossible to react.