"Yes, the strength of Mu Fangyun and Fang Xiaoyue can both be ranked in the top twenty of the foreign government. They are actually willing to let Han Yi become the leader of the sect. "
"Junior Brother Han is really not that simple. Li Mo should have appointed him to take over as the leader of the Tianmen Sect." Situ Feng stood behind the crowd and looked at Han Yi in the ring, "I didn't expect Li Mo to value him so much.
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"Isn't it the same for you? In order to fight with him, you even postponed the time to break through the Dragon Gate." Guan Le behind him said lightly.
"To be honest, even I can't see through Han Yi now." Liu Qianfeng held the sword in his arms, his eyes full of interest, "The heavy sword he is carrying on his back is probably very scary. Moreover.
Judging from the vision of his skin color changing, it seems that he has practiced a very powerful body-refining formula. It is not easy to cultivate both the spirit and the body."
"Yeah." Situ Feng nodded.
On the other side, people from Peacock Pavilion were also watching the battle. Zheng Yi, who was following Li Huang, looked at Han Yi with eyes full of hatred.
"Being able to create a record of twenty consecutive wins in gambling games, I really want to see what this guy is capable of." Li Huang smiled slightly, "However, with Fang Xiaoyue's strength, Han Yi shouldn't be able to let Han Yi go all out.
After all, he can even defeat you. At that time, he was only a late-stage spiritual master, but now I don’t know how strong he has become.”
"Pavilion Master, I..." Zheng Yi still wanted to say something.
"Needless to say, I have already said that after the outer palace is over, we will enter the inner palace. I will not interfere in the grievances between you. It is up to you to decide how to resolve it."
"yes."
Zheng Yi replied, secretly happy. In this case, he could use the power of Peacock Pavilion to deal with Han Yi openly.
Idiot. Fang Yao looked at Zheng Yi and cursed secretly, this guy's brain is really useless. The person standing behind Han Yi is the master of the palace. You don't want to think about the consequences if you want to touch him.
Han Yi and Fang Xiaoyue in the ring looked at each other. They didn't know why an inexplicable anger spread from their hearts, and they couldn't suppress it. He turned to look at the stands far away. Elder Mu and other elders were lined up, sitting upright.
The chair has a slouchy shape.
It was they who decided this battle, which led to the encounter between him and Fang Xiaoyue, and Fang Xiaoyue was doomed to fail because he could not lose. He needed strength, needed spiritual energy to fill his body, and needed to be stronger.
"After this battle, I don't want anyone in Tianmen to question me, no matter who it is." Han Yi raised his hand and held it empty, the Lei Xiao Sword appeared in his left hand and was tightly held.
"The Seven Killing Techniques of Thunder are finally coming." Behind the crowd, Zhao Tian became excited and his heart beat faster. He and Han Yi practiced the only two high-level spiritual techniques in the Ling Mansion, and they were the only two qualified to fight against each other here.
.This is what Elder Mu, his teacher told him.
He knew very well that from the beginning to now, neither he nor Han Yi had shown true strength.
"Come on, let me see your true strength." Fang Xiaoyue started to dance with her hands, and a steady stream of spiritual power poured out. At the end of each hand seal, a ball of flame condensed in the air, until it finally filled most of the arena.
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"Fire meteors, red flames burning and killing."
She waved her hand, and tens of thousands of flaming meteors suddenly shot out, turning into a fire dragon, and the flames soared into the sky.
"What a powerful spiritual skill."
"This power is so terrifying." The disciples who were watching all screamed in shock.
"A red flame fire dragon actually condensed. It seems that Xiaoyue's Flame Meteor has reached the perfect state." Mu Fangyun said with a solemn expression, "It seems that Junior Brother Han is in danger."
Zhou Yang's eyes changed slightly when he saw Fang Xiaoyue's spiritual skills. The power of this attack was enough to defeat those in the top ten.
However, Han Yi's expression on the opposite side did not change. His right hand had grasped the hilt of the Leixiao Sword at some point. The silver spiritual energy in his arm gathered, and the electric light flashed with blazing light.
"The art of drawing a sword, breaking the mystery with two moves."
The onlookers felt a burst of intense silver light erupt from the arena, and they all closed their eyes, followed by a deafening sound of a huge explosion.
They quickly opened their eyes and looked towards the ring. Fang Xiaoyue stood with her back against the light curtain, her mouth was bloodshot, her face was pale, and she could not hide her fear. The sword suddenly appeared, but it instantly destroyed all her confidence and
question.
Han Yi stood in front of her, with the Thunder Sky Sword pointed at her throat. She only needed to advance a little, and the sharp spiritual weapon would cut her throat.
"I lost." After Fang Xiaoyue said this, she fell to the ground like a deflated balloon, tears welling up.
Han Yi felt soft and knelt down to help her wipe away her tears and speak every word carefully.
"Believe me, Tianmen's justice will not change, and no one will dare to bully you again in the future."
Fang Xiaoyue looked at Han Yi and inexplicably believed what he said.
"Yeah." She nodded.
Behind the crowd, several old students with strong auras looked at Han Yi with disdain on their faces.
"This Tianmen is really interesting. In order to show the strength of the sect leader, a deputy sect leader was sacrificed." Someone sneered.
"It can only be said that Fang Xiaoyue's luck is really bad. She actually encountered two strong opponents in a row in the competition for the top 100. She was ranked in the top 20 in the current competition, but this time she did not even enter the top 100."
The few people next to him didn't agree, but their eyes changed. Even they felt the danger from Han Yi's sword just now.
"Brother Zhou, what do you think of Han Yi's strength?" Yue Hualing asked Zhou Lingxu.
"Very strong, a strong opponent." Zhou Lingxu said lightly, turned around and left the battlefield. After a day of fighting, the top 100 has been born. Tomorrow will be the semi-finals. Every opponent he faces cannot be underestimated.
Need to go back and recover as soon as possible.
Yue Hualing glanced at Zhou Lingxu's back, then looked at Han Yi in the ring, and his eyes changed. He was ranked tenth in the championship, while Zhou Lingxu was ranked fifth. It seemed that the ranking difference was not big, but in fact he was ranked in the top ten.
The strength gap between each of the disciples is huge, and only the strength gap between the top three is only a few centimeters.
When Zhou Lingxu commented on Han Yi, he obviously put him on the same level as himself. Could it be that this freshman, who had only been in the government for only a year, had already grown to such an extent?
"How is it? Did you see that sword clearly?" Situ Feng asked Liu Qianfeng beside him.
"Well, the powerful sword has reached the limit of a monk in the Lingzong period. Now he has the strength to fight with us."
"Ale, what do you think?"
"Since half a year ago, I have indeed become much stronger."
At this time, Zheng Yi and Fang Yao from the Peacock Pavilion on the other side looked at Han Yi with twinkling eyes. Zheng Yi actually had a hint of fear in his eyes.
"It's interesting. It seems that the finals won't be so boring." Li Huang said with a smile and left with everyone in Peacock Pavilion.
"Very good, now the Top 100 has been born, and the semi-finals will begin tomorrow." Elder Mu stood up and said loudly.
After the crowd, Zhao Tian glanced at Han Yi again, smiled, and left with the flow of people.
The next day, before dawn, the battle battlefield was crowded with onlookers. When the sun rose, the disciples who had broken into the top 100 arrived one after another.
The stands were filled with elders from outside the government. Compared to yesterday, there seemed to be some new faces, some of whom even the old students in the government could not even name. The elder Zhao who guarded Donghua City also returned to Lingfu.
At this time, he was having a very pleasant conversation with an elder with white beard and hair.
At this moment, a powerful momentum suddenly descended from the sky, and green light shot out from the direction of the inner palace. In a few moments, they arrived at the fighting battlefield and landed on the arena of Ju.
"Elder Mu."
The elders in the stands shouted in unison.
"Yes." Elder Mu responded lightly, looking at the thousands of foreign disciples under the ring, "Come on, top 100 disciples."
Swish, figures emerged from the crowd and landed on the ring. Mu Fangyun, Ji Xuanyou and Zhou Yang, who led more than a dozen Tianmen disciples beside Han Yi, stood silently. He glanced around, Situ Feng, Guan Le,
Liu Qianfeng has undoubtedly entered the top 100. Except for the old student named Zhou Lingxu in the small group on the left, he doesn't know anyone else.
In the other direction, Mu Lingtong and Mo Ying each occupied a position, obviously alone.
When Han Yi saw Li Huang, he was slightly frightened. What surprised him was that there were more than thirty people in the top 100 in Peacock Pavilion, and Zheng Yi and Fang Yao were among them. He sneered secretly, Peacock Pavilion,
No matter who he meets, he will definitely not hold anything back.
"I'll explain the rules of the semi-finals first. Those who draw bamboo sticks with the same number will form a group. After sorting, they will compete in pairs." Elder Mu turned his hands and a lottery tube appeared in his hand. "Okay, let's draw lots."
Before several people lined up, they each drew lots.
"Those who have drawn the same lottery number will form a group. Let's go to their respective arenas and start competing."
Han Yi took a look at his lottery number, which was the second lottery number in Arena No. 7.
"You two, be careful." After warning Ji Xuanyou and Mu Fangyun beside him, he flew over and landed lightly on the seventh stage.
Phew, the air roared, and a young man wearing Lingfu disciple uniform fell to the other end of the ring, looked at Han Yi and smiled.
"Zhao Dong, please ask Junior Brother Han for advice."
"Please give me some advice, senior brother."
Han Yi cupped his fists.
Zhao Dong knew that Han Yi was very powerful and did not dare to rely on him, so he took the lead and took action. The long sword in his hand passed through the air, stimulating dozens of cyan sword lights. Han Yi secretly used the spirit technique, and the black color on his body became more and more intense.
Deeply, he punched out, the air exploded, and the terrifying fist wind surged out and shattered all those sword lights.
"Sword dances in the sky." Zhao Dong turned around and swung his long sword continuously, using every sword with all his strength and not daring to slack off. Suddenly, six sword rays of tens of meters in size fell from the sky, and those sword rays suddenly merged in the air,
The volume increased dramatically, reaching a length of more than two hundred meters, and it was extremely solid.
Han Yi drew his sword and stamped his foot. The whole arena was shaken for a moment. He flew up and slashed down with the sword in one hand. The translucent white sword light flew out.
The huge sword light and the white sword light collided together, and with a hiss, they were cut away from each other and disappeared. The white sword light then chopped down, Zhao Dong's face changed slightly, spiritual power was injected into the long sword, and he stabbed with one sword.
That white sword light.
However, the next moment, the long sword in his hand was broken by a terrible force with a click, and his whole body was shot backwards, blood spurting out wildly.
In less than ten breaths, Zhao Dong, a top 100 disciple, was defeated by Han Yi.