For more than ten breaths after the end of Citianqiu, there was no sound at the scene.
Until Chen Huru drew his sword and sheathed it, turned around and looked at Yun Qingye: "Elder Yun, I think we can announce the result?"
When Yun Qingye heard the sound, he came back to his senses and shouted dryly: "The competition is over, the winner...Lingxi Sword Sect disciple, Chen Huru!"
The voice is not loud and is particularly dry and hoarse.
Everyone who heard this sentence was very shocked.
Especially the Temple of the Supreme God.
After about three breaths.
"asshole!"
A disciple of the Taishang Shentian Temple stood up with a roar, pointed at Chen Huru and shouted: "You guy! You are so vicious! Just kill my senior brother Ci, but you actually use time magic to mess up time.
Trajectory! No room left at all! You are so cruel!"
It turns out that Chen Huru’s last finger... was the finger that destroyed the time trajectory of Ci Tianqiu!
"Yes! From the Lingxi Sword Sect! Is this your attitude?"
"Are you going to fight to the death with our Supreme God in Heaven?"
"Asshole! Asshole!"
"Never forgive!"
People screamed wildly, as if they were crazy, and stood up to accuse the Lingxi Sword Sect. Some even wanted to rush down immediately and fight with the Lingxi Sword Sect's people.
Bai Ye also frowned repeatedly.
This Chen Huru, after killing Ci Tianqiu, deliberately used a magic weapon to disrupt the time trajectory of Chen Huru.
As a result, Chen Huru cannot be resurrected using time magic!
Cutting off the roots?
So vicious!
But it’s understandable!
Once a being like Ci Tianqiu is dealt with, he must be eliminated quickly! How can he be allowed to appear on the stage again? If he doesn't do this, once he is carried down, I am afraid that he will be full of life in just a few breaths.
Although using time magic to resurrect a disciple is extremely expensive, the elders are still willing to make such sacrifices for a seed player like Ci Tianqiu.
But...
Chen Huru cut everything off.
How could the disciples of the Shentian Temple accept it? Every one of them cursed and became furious.
The master of the Shentian Palace did not remain silent. He glanced at the Lingxi Sword Sect and said calmly: "Lord Lingxi, the martial arts competition is over, why do you want to kill me next time?"
The Lingxi Swordsman heard the sound and laughed: "Master, please forgive me, but our disciples are just being cautious. He is not sure whether that sword can defeat the disciples of your sect, and is afraid that the disciples of your sect will use time magic to destroy his own.
My state returned to before I was hit by the sword, so I used the magic weapon given by me to destroy the time track... but I didn't expect that the disciples of your sect had been killed... This is my fault. I will definitely criticize that bad disciple. Please forgive me, Lord. Please forgive me.
!”
After saying this, many elders of Shentian Temple snorted coldly.
What is caution?
What's wrong?
This is totally intentional.
However, although everyone saw through it, there was nothing they could do.
What can you do if others don't admit it?
The master of Shentian Palace said nothing.
There were also voices from the seats surrounding the outer sect disciples.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I wonder what the power of God's Vengeance is. I didn't expect to die like this. It's really disappointing."
"Before, you were blustering, saying that fighting us was boring, but now? Isn't it interesting?"
"What's funny is that those guys from Po Gangtang are so arrogant in provoking us!"
"Now you know how powerful you are, right?"
"Ha ha ha ha..."
There was constant laughter and laughter. Although it seemed like an unintentional conversation between the disciples, in the eyes of the Po Gang Hall disciples, this was simply done on purpose.
"asshole!"
A group of people were trembling with anger, all staring at the disciples of the outer sect.
But when things got to this point, there was nothing they could do.
The disciples of Bing Xintang hurriedly ran onto the ring and lifted Ci Tianqiu down.
Wang Yuanyan walked over with tears streaming down his face, holding Ci Tianqiu's body and grieving alone.
Ci Tianqiu is his chief disciple and his most beloved disciple. Ci Tianqiu joined the Supreme God Temple when he was very young. He is an orphan who was specially recruited by Wang Yuanyan. In Wang Yuanyan's heart
, Ci Tianqiu is almost like his son, which is why when Bai Ye and Ci Tianqiu fought, Wang Yuanyan did not hesitate to break the rules of the selection competition and wanted to stop Bai Ye.
Now that he saw his Heavenly Enemy being killed with a sword, his throat was sealed and his body was left in front of everyone, how could Wang Yuanyan not be heartbroken?
"Elder!"
The disciples in Pogang Hall looked at Wang Yuanyan one after another, their eyes were red, and they secretly wiped away tears.
Several elders also walked over and comforted Wang Yuanyan.
Wang Yuanyan did not speak, but ordered people to bury Ci Tianqi's body, and then returned to his seat without saying a word.
When the disciples of Pogang Hall saw their elder like this, they all clenched their fists and were extremely angry.
At this time, Chen Huru on the stage spoke up again.
"Okay, Supreme God Temple, who should take the stage next?" Chen Huru said with a ferocious smile on his face: "Don't send more strange people up, if you can't match a few
Trick, I will find it very boring!"
When the voice came, all the disciples of Shentian Temple became furious, their faces turned red with anger.
"Palace Master!"
The fourth elder of the Shenwu Hall, Zhang Shenwu, seemed to have noticed something, and clasped his fists towards the master of the Shentian Hall, but hesitated to speak.
"I know what you're going to say."
The master of Shentian Palace spoke directly and interrupted him.
Zhang Shenwu opened his mouth but said nothing.
The master of the Shentian Palace continued to say: "That man's sword should not be able to cut through the body of Citianqiu... It seems that these people are well prepared for this battle between the sects!"
"Palace Master, how should we respond?" Zhang Shenwu asked urgently.
However... the master of the Shentian Palace watched the arena quietly, but did not make any sound!
Zhang Shenwu opened his mouth, but finally said nothing.
The disciples of Pogangtang could not sit still. Several disciples stood up suddenly, as if they wanted to go on stage, but were stopped by Wang Yuanyan.
"You are no match for him. If you go up there, you will die in vain. Sit down, the sect will make arrangements." Wang Yuanyan said hoarsely.
"Elder!"
"It's all disciples who are incompetent!"
All the disciples said sadly.
Wang Yuanyan shook his head and said nothing.
It's not a pleasant experience for people in other departments to see Pogangtang people like this.
At this time.
"Xi Ming!"
The eighth elder, Wen Xiaoxuan, drank.
"The disciple is here!"
Zhong Ximing, the chief disciple of Ling Xuantang, stood up.
"Go meet that guy!"
Wen Xiaoxuan was furious and said coldly: "Remember, don't embarrass our Shentian Temple!"
"yes."
Zhong Ximing shouted, spun around and jumped onto the stage.
The scene was full of shouts.
"Brother, come on!"
"We must defeat him and avenge Senior Brother Ci!"
"come on!"
The disciples of Ling Xuantang shouted one after another.
The surrounding disciples of the outer sect were also in quite a commotion.
Obviously, they know Zhong Ximing!
As the Shentian Temple disciples took the stage again, the scene gradually became quiet.
Zhong Ximing came on stage and drew his sword. The sword was tilted to the ground. His eyes were as cold as frost. He stared at Chen Huru in front of him and said, "Please enlighten me!"
"Huh? You also use a sword?"
Chen Huru narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Well, let me see how your sword skills are!"
"bring it on!"
Zhong Ximing shouted low, activated his soul energy, accumulated sword intent, and stared at Chen Huru as he stepped forward.
Chen Huru squinted his eyes and watched quietly. There was no trace of nervousness on his face. Instead, he looked relaxed and at ease, as if everything was under his control!
Everyone in the audience held their breath and watched.
The people on Ling Xuantang's side were sneering.
"Let you be so arrogant now, let's see if you can maintain this appearance later!" the disciples were thinking in their hearts.
Everyone is very confident about Zhong Ximing.
Bai Ye also looked at it.
He had never fought against Zhong Ximing, but his master, Wen Xiaoxuan, the elder of Ling Xuantang, had fought against him a few times in Bai Ye.
Wen Xiaoxuan also knows swords and is good at using swords. His swords are the same as other people's swords, focusing on attack and killing, but his swords have one characteristic, that is, they are weak!
Virtual reality, real reality, virtual reality.
In the several moves with Wen Xiaoxuan, Bai Ye could see through his huge flaws every time, but every time a kill passed, the so-called flaws would turn into fatal traps, and the sudden counterattack caught Bai Ye off guard.
If Bai Ye hadn't been proficient in swordsmanship and had Hong Bing's sharp edge, he might have suffered a big loss at the hands of Wen Xiaoxuan before.
I don’t know if Zhong Ximing has inherited Wen Xiaoxuan’s mantle!
Bai Ye watched carefully.
At this time, Zhong Ximing had already approached Chen Huru.
The sword intentions of both sides intertwined, and the power splashed out shook the surrounding void.
Zhong Ximing's momentum was very strong. With a sharp look in his eyes, he struck out the sword, and the fierce and terrifying sword shadow turned into a huge mouth and swallowed Chen Huru.
The shadow of the sword covers the sky, and it is extremely fierce.
People outside the field watched as their breathing became tight.
How could Chen Huru resist such a terrifying move?
But Chen Huru didn't panic, raised his sword directly, and slashed towards the huge mouth of the sword shadow.
His movements were particularly calm and smooth.
There is not even the slightest hint of power from above!
This scene is particularly weird.
Is this a false shot?
Many people can't help but have such thoughts in their minds.
However, when Chen Huru's sword struck him...
Chi!
The shadow of the sword that covered it suddenly disappeared without a trace, leaving no trace!
"What?"
The world was shocked.
Chen Huru squinted his eyes and looked sideways, only to realize that the real feint was... Zhong Ximing's sword!
And his real sword! It was already close to Chen Huru's waist...
Chen Huru immediately raised his sword to resist.
But it's too late!
boom!
An unusual sound came out.
Then Chen Huru's body flew out like a ball and hit the barrier on the right.
And a large piece of his waist had been cut open, and blood overflowed like a dam bursting...
"Wow!"
The whole place was in an uproar.
"good!"
A burst of joyful shouts erupted from the Shentian Temple.