"Senior Sister Murong, look at the power of my Demonic Shadow Clone Technique!" Chu Jianqiu shouted, and as soon as his figure moved, seven figures appeared in a row.
Brush. Brush. Brush... Seven figures rushed toward Murong Ziyun in a staggered manner, like a stream of phantoms. In an instant, the entire competition square was filled with Chu Jianqiu's figures, making people overwhelmed.
The more than 8,000 disciples in Baiyu Square were stunned when they saw this scene.
It's really eye-opening that Chu Jianqiu possesses such a mysterious skill. He is so powerful that he is worthy of being the seventh genius in the Heavenly Sword Ranking. No wonder he dares to challenge the third-ranked senior sister. It turns out that he has such profound strength.
This Chu Jianqiu is really not simple!
Murong Ziyun's beautiful eyes flashed with strange colors, and the azure Liuying Sword quickly drew out the sword. With a swing of the sword, the figure of Chu Jianqiu, who was flying past, disappeared.
The first figure had just dissipated, and then two more figures staggered around each other, forming two erratic arcs, rushing towards Murong Ziyun from both sides.
Murong Ziyun's expression was calm, and she spun her steps very calmly, quickly avoiding the joint attack of the two Chu Jianqiu. However, the other four Chu Jianqiu flew towards each other, leaping in the air, and four sharp swords came from four sides.
It struck Murong Ziyun from an angle.
"Senior sister, you are going to lose!" A dangerous smile appeared on Chu Jianqiu's lips, a sharp whistle sounded, and he slashed down the sword in his hand without hesitation.
At this moment, Murong Ziyun held the Liuying Sword in her right hand across her chest, with her hand against the azure sword body, her red lips slightly opened, and a cold and sweet shout suddenly resounded: "Sword sweeps Liuhe!"
The originally gentle aura on Murong Ziyun's body suddenly became extremely violent. The surrounding air shook violently. The three thousand green hairs behind her moved without any wind, and their long skirts made a sound. In vain, monstrous air waves poured out crazily from the Liuying Sword, as if
The roiling boiling water, with her as the center, rolled layer by layer in all directions, like an approaching storm.
A violent wave of air struck, and some of the disciples who were relatively close below the hall were forced to retreat.
"Not good!" When the sword in Chu Jianqiu's hand was about to hit the opponent, his face suddenly changed when he saw this terrifying aura, but it was already too late.
With a 'boom' sound, a flash of blue sword light swept all around in an instant, like an overwhelming force.
'Peng' 'Peng' 'Peng'... Under the impact of the raging sword energy, Chu Jianqiu's three phantoms instantly dissipated. Even he himself was greatly affected, and he immediately fell several feet away.
Quite embarrassed.
"Such a strong sword energy. Murong Ziyun's strength has probably reached the peak of the day after tomorrow. It's a pity that it's just the last step to show off!" Feeling the sword energy coming towards him, Lu Chen stood in the crowd, feeling shocked in his heart.
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Even Ji Yun and Qu Qingyang had solemn expressions on their faces. Apparently, everyone was stunned by Murong Ziyun's display of strength.
"With such tyrannical strength, he can't even enter the top ten of the Hidden Dragon List. You can imagine how valuable this Hidden Dragon List is. I don't know how many peerless geniuses of this level are there in the Jiuzhou Continent!
If we meet each other in the future, we must compete. I am a descendant of the unparalleled sword master. How far behind are I compared to these peerless geniuses?" Lu Chen clenched his fists and his blood spurted out.
Chu Jianqiu slowly got up from the ground, wiped the blood from his mouth, smiled bitterly and clasped his fists: "Senior sister, junior brother has lost!"
"Admit it!" Murong Ziyun put the Liuying Sword back into its scabbard, cupped her hand coldly, and then turned back to the side of the sect leader Murong Xuan.
"Chu Jianqiu failed in the challenge, Murong Ziyun won!" The white-haired old man Zhu Ran walked to the front of the hall and announced the result of the game loudly.
As soon as these words came out, there was a commotion in the crowd below.
Zhu Ran stood in the main hall, overlooking the more than 8,000 disciples below, and said loudly: "Victory and defeat are common matters for military strategists. There is no need to blame yourself. Besides, this is just a competition between sect disciples. Even if you lose, don't worry."
You take it too seriously, and you must guard against arrogance and impetuosity even when you win, and don't aim too high. Don't think that just because you have achieved some achievements in the sect, you think you have something to be proud of. Looking at the Jiuzhou Continent, you are also a group of ants. Of course,
Compared with ordinary people, you are just stronger ants. The truly strong ones are those who separate themselves and establish sects."
"The so-called ten years of sharpening a sword is not just about tempering your own strength, but also your will. You are all geniuses selected by the sect, but without hard work, geniuses will become
Become a fool!"
"Failure is not terrible. What's terrible is that you don't even have the courage to face failure!"
"Little guys, remember, being able to enter this Heavenly Sword Ranking represents the results of your cultivation within the sect. If you want to get ahead and return home in glory, use your own skills! In this world, no one can be ordinary.
success."
Zhu Ran's voice resounded throughout Suojian Mountain, but the inspiring power contained in his words was released, instantly igniting the blood of more than 8,000 disciples!
Lu Chen glanced at the excited faces around him and said silently in his heart: "This elder Zhu Ran has a clever mouth, and he can arouse the emotions of these disciples at once. It is a pity not to sing.
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Originally, those disciples had no confidence. After being inspired by Zhu Ran, their confidence suddenly exploded. In this world, it is indeed as Zhu Ran said. If you want to get ahead in the sect, if you don't fight for it, how can you have the chance to be defeated?
The top management is paying attention!
As soon as Elder Zhu Ran finished speaking, a disciple came out of the crowd and challenged the geniuses on the Heavenly Sword List.
As the sect leader, Murong Xuan is naturally happy to see this scene. The disciples have the confidence to challenge the geniuses on the Heavenly Sword Ranking, which means that the sect still has many talents that have not been discovered. This is the challenge of the Heavenly Sword Ranking.
Advantages are definitely an excellent way to screen talents.
The more intense the competition, the more it will stimulate the growth of these geniuses.
As time went by, the challenge was progressing round after round, and it was afternoon in a blink of an eye.
In the past, most of the Heavenly Sword Ranking Challenges were held by geniuses from the older generation, competing with each other, and there were basically no changes. But this one is very different from the past.
Many newcomers had the qualifications to compete for spots on the Heavenly Sword Rankings. Within four hours, a total of twelve games were played.
What surprised Sect Master Murong Xuan was that there were seven newcomers on the Heavenly Sword Ranking this time, but it also meant that seven geniuses were kicked off, and there was a huge change in the number of spots on the ranking.
"Oops, another disciple of our Qinglong Academy has been kicked out, and only senior brother Hua Qing is left!" Lin Xiu's voice sounded from behind, and Lu Chen was stunned for a moment.
He glanced back and found that Lin Xiu was looking at him kindly. The person he had just spoken to was He Yuntao next to him.
"So you are right behind me, disrespectful!" Lu Chen said with a smile.
Lin Xiu said gently: "I just discovered that you are right in front. By the way, Brother Lu, why don't you try it."
"What to try?" Lu Chen was startled.
Lin Xiu chuckled: "Brother Lu, you are asking this question knowingly! Of course you are going to challenge the geniuses on the Heavenly Sword Ranking. Our Qinglong Academy has a declining talent pool right now. Only a few outstanding geniuses can make it onto the Heavenly Sword Ranking."
Wang Ping'an was just squeezed out by the people from the White Tiger Academy, leaving senior brother Hua Qing struggling to support him. No one has come up to challenge him yet. In the future, our Qinglong Academy will definitely become the laughing stock of the other three peaks!"
"Why don't you go up?" Chase Lu asked.
Lin Xiu smiled bitterly and said: "I want to go up too, but we have to have the strength to do so. It would be embarrassing to challenge rashly. Our Qinglong Academy has already been embarrassed enough! But you are different."
"How do you say this?" Lu Chen said slightly surprised.
Lin Xiudao: "You have fought against Senior Brother Hua Qing last time. You can be on equal terms with him. Your level of strength is not common in Qinglong Academy. You are definitely qualified to challenge. With such a talent, do you still want to hide your clumsiness!"
"Senior Brother Lin, you may think too highly of me. How can I be so clumsy!" Lu Chen was very humble and said casually.
Lin Xiu sighed: "I also want to contribute to Qinglongyuan, but unfortunately my heart is strong but my energy is not enough!"
Lu Chen remained silent and did not respond to the other party.
And it was not quiet above the main hall.
In particular, Wang Ping'an, a disciple of the Qinglong Academy, was defeated by a disciple of the Xuanwu Academy. After being kicked off the Heavenly Sword Ranking, Zhao Canghai rudely rushed to Shangguan Qingyun and laughed: "Old man Shangguan, your Qinglong Academy is really unlucky. You originally occupied the Heavenly Sword.
There are not many places on the list, and now another disciple has been kicked off the list. It turns out that his talents are withering and his luck is down!"
"Humph, you are so proud!" Shangguan Qingyun's face turned livid with anger, his eyes slightly narrowed, not knowing what he was thinking.
Zhao Canghai looked gloating and said: "Of course I am proud. One-third of the places on the Heavenly Sword Ranking have been taken up by my Xuanwu Academy disciples. Your Qinglong Academy has basically been excluded. I can only blame your Qinglong Academy disciples.
It is difficult to reach the hall of elegance if there are many good ones!"
"You...!" Shangguan Qingyun was so angry that he gritted his teeth. He didn't cheat for a long time. In the final analysis, he could only blame the Qinglongyuan disciples for not living up to expectations, which made him unable to hold his head high in front of so many brothers.
Xu Lando on the side said: "Senior Brother Zhao, please stop saying a few words. Senior Brother Shangguan is in a bad mood, so don't take pleasure in his misfortune!"
"I'm just talking about the matter, I don't have any other bad intentions!" Zhao Canghai imitated the tone of Shangguan Qingyun's previous flattery and said in a strange tone.
The hunchbacked old man next to him sighed and had no choice but to deal with Zhao Canghai's small belly.
As the sect leader, Murong Xuan couldn't take sides, so he could only act as a deaf man and continue to watch the game below.
Shangguan Qingyun flicked his sleeves, took a step forward, looked down at the more than 8,000 names below, and said loudly: "Where are the disciples of my Qinglong Academy!"
