Chapter 676 Li Qiankun’s divine prediction, Imperial Palace (second update)
Han Yonghui did not immediately use his trump card.
He didn't know what Li Qiankun's strength was, so he first used an ordinary third-level spell "Flying Sand Sword Qi" to test.
Tear it apart!
A sword energy like quicksand was slashed out at a very slow speed. According to the previous deduction, Li Qiankun took a step to the left, formed a palm with his right hand, cast the fourth-level spell "Red Rock Palm", and slapped it down hard.
boom!
The flying sand sword energy was instantly shattered.
Han Yonghui's blow was easily resolved.
"What an amazing prediction! Is this a coincidence or is it Senior Brother Li Qiankun's talent?"
Han Yonghui was shocked.
Without hesitation, he once again cast a fourth-level spell called "Flying Divine Swallow", causing dozens of sword energies to appear in front of him, combining in pairs, like the scissor-shaped tail of a swallow.
Whoosh!
They joined together and slashed towards Li Qiankun.
"Flower Palm!"
Li Qiankun took three steps back, made a seal with his hands, and pushed forward with all his strength. In an instant, a large number of snow-white flowers flew forward, collided with the sword energy coming towards him, and were both destroyed.
"His predictions are very good!"
Han Yonghui realized this.
He continued to take action, and the level of his spells gradually increased from the third and fourth levels to the seventh level, and he became serious.
However, no matter how tricky Han Yonghui's moves were, they were all blocked by Li Qiankun using spells of the same level.
"Something's wrong, something's really wrong!"
Xia Qinglian, a third-generation disciple, frowned.
"Senior Brother Han's moves were all blocked by second-generation senior brother Li Qiankun, and they couldn't cause any damage. It's amazing!"
"Could this be the terrifying thing about the second-generation senior brother?"
Except for Xia Qinglian, the other disciples were also confused.
Li Qiankun usually doesn't show much publicity and is not well-known, but who would have thought that he could easily resolve Han Yonghui's various attacks.
"Your poisonous milk is really strong."
In mid-air, Ji Ziling glanced at Wang Ping'an beside him, who shrank his neck and smiled awkwardly.
"Actually, it cannot be attributed to the poisonous milk. Li Qiankun's deduction ability is very strong. Even if I fight him, he can deduce most of my attacks."
Mo Ying held the spirit sword and said calmly.
"Junior Brother Li Qiankun's deduction ability is so strong?" The other generation of disciples were all shocked.
"Of course it's very strong." Mo Ying tapped her chin, "In a battle at the same level, unless we are overwhelmed by our combat power, our moves will basically be deduced by Li Qiankun and easily resolved."
"It seems that Han Yonghui is going to lose." Huo Yunjie whispered.
In Zongmen Square.
Han Yonghui made dozens of consecutive attacks, but they were all resolved by Li Qiankun, and he was shocked.
"This prediction is simply amazing!"
Han Yonghui felt increasingly unsure.
This is only the twelfth on the combat power list. If it were the top ten on the combat power list, wouldn't it be even more terrifying?
Could it be that I really can’t even get into the top ten?
Han Yonghui became more and more frightened as he fought.
There was even a sense of frustration.
"Junior brother, you have been attacking for more than fifty rounds in a row, are you tired? Next, let me attack." Li Qiankun drew a circle in the air with his left hand, held the sword formula with his right hand, and clicked lightly.
Tear it apart!
The circle in mid-air quickly disintegrated and turned into a sword energy, which slashed in the direction pointed by Li Qiankun.
Han Yonghui quickly drew his sword and tried to split the sword energy.
However, Li Qiankun had already anticipated it and knew the direction of Han Yonghui's attack. He used sword fighting skills to control the direction of the sword through the air and avoid Han Yonghui's block.
Whoosh!
This sword energy slashed upward from below and hit Han Yonghui's wrist, causing his robe to burst and the sword to fly backwards.
Clang!
This high-grade spiritual sword was inserted diagonally into the brick cracks in the square, and the hilt was still trembling slightly, just like Han Yonghui's heart at this moment.
"How...how is it possible?"
Han Yonghui's pupils shrank and he felt a cold feeling all over his body. When he lowered his head and looked, he realized that Li Qiankun's sword energy was hovering three inches in front of his neck.
As long as Li Qiankun makes a thought, this sword energy can cut off Han Yonghui's neck.
Gudong!
Han Yonghui swallowed hard.
"I...I admit defeat."
Li Qiankun's sword energy was too close.
At such a distance, it would be too late even to cast the "Qing Yuan Sword and Shield". In this situation, there was no other way but to admit defeat.
"hiss!"
"After only a few dozen rounds of fighting, Senior Brother Han actually surrendered. Isn't this incredible?"
"This battle is enough to prove that Senior Brother Li Qiankun, who is twelfth on the combat power list, is well-deserved."
"Alas, our third-generation disciples are still too young after all. Even the second-generation brothers can't beat us. Then, wouldn't those first-generation disciples ranked in the top ten be even more perverted?"
Three generations of disciples whispered.
At first, they were not very convinced by the first and second generation disciples. In the eyes of the third generation disciples, they were the geniuses of the Eighteen Ancient Clan, and they were the top of any sect in the outside world.
But who knows...
In today's battle, even Han Yonghui was defeated!
Defeated and unable to fight back!
"The strongest among our three generations of disciples is only fifteenth on the combat power list. Could it be that the ranking on the combat power list is really so accurate?"
The disciples sighed again.
"Junior Brother Han, I accept the concession." Li Qiankun had already deduced that Han Yonghui would admit defeat when he got here, so he was not surprised.
He withdrew the sword technique, and the sword energy immediately dissipated.
Whoosh!
Li Qiankun jumped up and returned to Wang Ping'an and others.
"Okay, you won so quickly." Wang Ping'an rubbed Li Qiankun's shiny bald head and laughed.
"Ahem! Keep a low profile." Li Qiankun's face turned red.
The top of Piaomiao Peak.
The leader of the Shadow Demon Sect gently stroked his long beard: "Look! In just a few dozen rounds, Han Yonghui was defeated by Li Qiankun. The three generations of disciples are still too weak. It is really not good to leave them sitting in the cave world and watching the sky."
The Qingshan Sword Ancestor nodded and said, "Indeed, they can grow faster only if they go out into the vast world."
At this time, Gong Qingqiu fell from the top of Piaomiao Peak.
"Hello, elder!"
When the disciples saw her, they saluted one after another.
Gong Qingqiu nodded and asked everyone: "Is there anyone who wants to continue the challenge today?"
She does not object to disciples competing with each other, but rather agrees with it and hopes they can compete more and make progress together.
When the disciples heard this, they all looked at each other in shock.
"No."
Han Yonghui shook his head.
He has been defeated and decided to use the fastest time to improve and enrich himself. After that, it will not be too late to compete with the next generation of disciples.
"Since you don't want to continue the challenge, let's leave!"
Gong Qingqiu waved his hand.
"Yes." The disciples bowed their hands in salute, and then dispersed one after another. They should practice their cultivation and perform their tasks.
Piaomiao Sect was busy up and down again.
The main hall.
Ye Feng saw the whole process of the battle.
"After this battle, the motivation of the three generations of disciples has been mobilized. From now on, the harder you work hard, the stronger I will be. It's really wonderful!"
He laughed.
…
The endless depths of the sea.
There is a magnificent underwater palace here.
It stretches for more than a hundred miles and is covered by a huge hemispheric bubble with a diameter of two hundred miles, making the interior filled with air.
In the center of this palace complex, eight tall towers stand.
There is a moonlight halberd suspended on the top of each tower, exuding a terrifying, sharp, and explosive aura.
Under the halberds, there are two people sitting cross-legged.
If Ye Feng were here, he would be surprised.
Because, together with the White-robed Heavenly Emperor and the Yellow Dragon Heavenly Emperor, the Divine Dragon Empress, collectively known as the "Three Emperors of the Holy Sun City", was currently sitting cross-legged under a moonlight halberd.
"Everyone, the opportunity for our Eight Yuan Sea Clan has come!"
The Divine Dragon Empress suddenly opened her eyes and said to the mysterious powerful man who was sitting cross-legged on the other seven towers.