But it was the Overlord Yanyu Jue that he practiced.
The more domineering this technique is, the more effective it will be with half the effort for those who are fearless, and the more powerful it will be.
At this moment, Xiang Qianheng stepped into the air and struck with a palm, and countless sword energy shattered under his palm.
He turned a blind eye to the sword intent that filled half the sky, and his black robe fluttered in the wind.
Under the broken hair on his forehead, his eyes are domineering.
He snorted coldly, and as his palm fell, red spiritual energy surged around him.
Half of the sky seemed to collapse under the squeeze of his palm.
The spiritual energy is rioting and the space is shattering.
Countless strands of sword intent were annihilated in it.
Feeling the power of this palm, Jian Twenty-one, Jianmei Jianmu.
A flash of light flashed in his eyes, and the countless sword intentions gathered together and slashed towards Xiang Qianheng.
There was a "boom" sound.
At this moment, dust was floating, and the air waves from the explosion spread around.
The arena beneath the two of them was directly divided into two parts from the middle.
Everyone looked attentively and saw the two people standing opposite each other at this moment, both with calm eyes.
"Who won?" A disciple asked curiously.
Jian Twenty-One took a deep breath and walked down to the ring without saying a word.
When he just stepped off the ring, there was a "click" and the long sword in his hand shattered.
"Xiang Qian Hengsheng," the elder next to him announced quickly.
Ignoring the cheers of the disciples present, Jian Twenty-one looked at the broken sword in his hand in a daze.
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On the other side, Xia Zihe slashed down with his broad sword.
The Wave-Chasing Sword passed through Wu Geng's void, bringing up a huge wave that rushed toward him.
It was as if what he was holding was no longer a sword, but a vast ocean.
Xia Zihe stood on the turbulent sea, and his figure was swept up thousands of feet high.
Jiang Xi'er's eyes were dull and her face was as cold as frost.
She stretched out her jade hand, and her entire arm was covered with a thin layer of ice.
When the ocean wave hit her, she was like a small boat in the ocean.
The ocean rolled up huge waves that seemed to bury her completely.
All I saw was a gentle tap of her delicate hand.
The sound of "click, click, click" came from it.
The vast ocean with huge waves was actually frozen bit by bit.
In just a moment, half of the sky was frozen.
The cold is oppressive.
Xia Zihe stood on the surface of the huge waves, and his feet were also covered with a thick layer of ice.
Before he could react, Jiang Xi'er had already arrived in front of him.
The jade hand passed through Wu Geng's void and imprinted heavily on his chest.
There was a "boom" sound.
The frozen sky exploded, and the huge wave turned into a sword again in an instant.
Xia Zihe's figure fell down, his feet retreated several meters from the ground, and then he stopped.
He looked at the cold Wave Chaser Sword in his hand, then shook his head and sighed.
"It's still too restrained!"
"Jiang Xi'er wins," the elder said quickly.
And on the last stage.
Although Young Master Daoyang and Fairy Xingjian were two against one, they had no advantage.
The trapping formation technique practiced by Jueming can strengthen the power of his trapping formation.
At the same time, his formation speed is also very fast.
He used a trapping formation to separate Master Daoyang from the other two.
Without the combined attack skills, the two men's combat effectiveness was greatly reduced, and they were eventually defeated one by one.
As the top three in the game were announced, the disciples watching the game were also shouting their names.
As for the ranking of the top three, it depends on the competition between the three of them.
"Elder," just as the referee elder was about to make an announcement, Jiang Xi'er interrupted him.
Asked: "Are the top three qualified to challenge the Holy Son?"
"It's okay according to the regulations," the elder nodded and replied.
"I don't care much about your ranking in this martial arts competition. It doesn't matter if you get third place."
Jiang Xi'er said calmly: "I only want to challenge the contemporary saint."
Xu Zimo, who was at the top, smiled and looked at Jiang Xi'er with cold eyes.
He slowly stood up from his seat.
"What's going on? Does Jiang Xi'er have a conflict with the Holy Son?"
The disciples below who didn't know the truth quickly started discussing.
Some disciples also speculated.
"It should be because of the Sixth Elder's matter, otherwise the two of them wouldn't have crossed paths."
"Xiao Momo is in trouble now," Xia Zihe frowned and whispered to the side.
The few direct disciples nearby also watched the excitement with great interest.
The elder referee seemed a little embarrassed and turned around to ask Xu Zimo's opinion.
"It's okay, I'll handle it!"
Xu Zimo walked forward slowly and glanced at Jiang Xi'er.
Then he looked squarely at all the direct disciples present.
He said calmly: "I know that many of you have opinions about me.
Want to see me make a fool of myself.
As for me, I also hate trouble.
It's boring to challenge each other one by one, why don't you all do it together?
I'll beat you all one by one."
After hearing Xu Zimo's words, there was a commotion at the scene.
"You are not ashamed of your words," Mr. Daoyang next to him snorted coldly.
Xu Zimo smiled, raised his right hand slightly, and slapped Master Daoyang directly with his palm.
There was a "boom" sound.
The surrounding space was shattered layer by layer, and endless hurricanes gathered in the palm of my hand.
Young Master Daoyang's expression suddenly changed, and he waved the long knife in his hand.
But he was still sent flying away by a palm.
At this moment, the talented people around who were originally preparing to watch the show suddenly looked solemn.
He looked at Xu Zimo in disbelief.
"Unfathomable," Sect Master Xiao squinted his eyes slightly and whispered softly.
"Don't say I didn't give you a chance, come together, otherwise you won't have the slightest chance."
As Xu Zimo's words fell, the power of the peak of the Imperial Pulse Realm spread from his body.
Xu Zimo jumped into the air and looked down at the disciples below.
He slowly pulled out Ba Ying, thunder and fire exploded, and half of the sky was suppressed by his momentum.
The power of creation is surging.
"Come on, let me see how strong this batch of direct disciples are."
Seeing this scene, the disciples below were all stunned.
"The peak of the Imperial Vein Realm," someone said in disbelief.
"How is this possible? How old is he?
Those direct disciples of this realm are probably nothing more than this."
"It's really exciting now."
The people below looked solemn, and Xiang Qianheng and Jian Twenty-One looked at each other.
"A siege cannot be won without force."
Jian Twenty-one said calmly.
"In this situation, we may not be able to win together," Xiang Qianheng felt the momentum around Xu Zimo.
He smiled bitterly and said: "I heard that he has also integrated the first combat body."
"You guys fight, I am his senior brother after all," Xia Zihe shook his head and stepped aside.
"Then let's go together," Xiang Qianheng released the aura of the Emperor Pulse Realm around his body.
He chuckled and said, "You can't be laughed at by your junior brother."
Jiang Xi'er didn't say anything more. The cold air enveloped her, and she followed Takong and flew up.
