The giant star sword has not disappeared yet, still exuding a sharp and terrifying sword energy.
Tianxin Martial Saint's body was frozen in place, not even daring to move.
After a long time, until the giant sword of stars dissipated, he breathed a sigh of relief and showed an expression of happiness that he had survived the disaster.
When his spirit relaxed, he felt that all the strength in his body was like running water, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.
Severe pain was felt throughout his limbs, and his mind and consciousness were also dizzy.
He finally couldn't hold on any longer, and his body lay limply in the void, panting violently.
Ji Tianxing glanced at him with cold eyes, turned around and left the void.
The Martial Saint Tianxin met such an embarrassing end, and all the Martial Saints and hundreds of thousands of warriors saw it.
Suddenly, the martial saints on the disk started talking.
"Martial Saint Tianxin is also a seventh-level martial saint after all. How could he be so frightened?"
"The swordsmanship duel between the two of them just now was simply exquisite!"
"In comparison, Ji Tianxing's swordsmanship is more wonderful. Tianxin Martial Saint's swordsmanship seems to be imitating him, and it is also very clumsy."
Several young martial saints secretly communicated and discussed, not daring to be heard by the people of Tianjue Kingdom.
Yuan Chong's face was as gloomy as ice, and he cursed angrily: "You useless piece of trash was so frightened by Ji Tianxing that you are such an embarrassment to me!"
In the square of Wangtian City, the waves of discussion were like a torrent and a tsunami, deafening.
"Oh my god, this is definitely the most exciting duel in this holy meeting!"
"The swordsmanship of the two martial saints is simply superb, reaching the pinnacle!"
"Ji Tianxing's swordsmanship is obviously more profound. He really has the demeanor of a sword god!"
"There are rumors circulating in the martial arts circles that he is the descendant of the Sword God, but everyone has never believed it.
I saw him display his swordsmanship with my own eyes today, so I am sure that he is definitely one!"
"By the way, Tianxin Martial Saint is also a great martial saint who has been famous for many years. He is powerful and has a respected status.
But he was so frightened by Ji Tianxing, so embarrassed!"
"Haha, after all, he walked through the gate of hell once and was almost killed by Ji Tianxing's sword. How can he not be afraid?"
"It turns out that strong martial saints are also afraid of death?! I thought those high-ranking martial saints were like gods."
"A Tianxin Martial Saint and a Tianxing Martial Saint, their names are somewhat similar, but their levels of strength are different.
It seems quite interesting that they met together."
Many warriors in the square discussed it heatedly for a long time.
On the void platform, on the white light disk.
Ji Tianxing returned to Lu Baishuang with a calm expression, smiled at her, and asked via voice transmission: "Are you satisfied with this result?"
Lu Baishuang looked at the Tianxin Martial Saint in the void, looking at him as broken as minced meat and as embarrassed as a dead dog, with a strong look of relief in his eyes.
The anger and hatred that had accumulated in my heart finally disappeared.
She turned to look at Ji Tianxing, smiled as warmly as the spring breeze, and nodded heavily.
This smile made Ji Tianxing startled, and also made Zhuo Mingqi and Mu Changtian dumbfounded.
The two looked at each other and whispered again.
"Hey, Holy Emperor Baishuang can actually laugh?"
"Aren't you talking nonsense? Who wouldn't laugh?
It’s just that Holy Emperor Baishuang has always been as cold as frost, and no one has ever seen her smile.”
"That's right. It seems that Mr. Ji is charming enough to make icebergs melt..."
Not long after, Tianxin Martial Saint left the void in embarrassment, and this round of competition ended.
Next, Chao Ying, Qingshan Martial Saint and Tianxin Martial Saint will have a round of competition to compete for fifth place.
Tianxin Martial Saint was seriously injured, his body almost collapsed, and his strength was extremely weak.
He had no strength to fight anymore, so he could only give up the fight angrily and finished in seventh place.
Chaoying and Qingshan Martial Saint boarded the Void Platform and started a not too fierce battle.
The relationship between the two is quite harmonious. One is the Holy Emperor of Tianjue Kingdom, and the other is a citizen of Tianjue Kingdom, and they both love Yuan Zhen.
Therefore, until the point of their competition, there were no casualties.
After only fighting hundreds of moves, Chao Ying simply gave up.
As a result, Chao Ying ranked sixth, while Qingshan Wu Sheng won fifth place.
Next, is the final round of competition.
This is the final battle of the Martial Saint Ranking, and it will also be the most intense and exciting.
Whether it is the martial saints watching the battle on the disc or the hundreds of thousands of warriors in Wangtian City, their hearts are full of expectations.
Yuan Zhen held the jade slips representing the identities of Ji Tianxing, Taihao Yunqi, Atal and Yuan Chong, and threw the jade slips into the air.
Grandma Yulong came out and said with a kind face: "Although, there are only four martial saints left in the last round of competition, so the significance of drawing lots is not great.
But I still have to go through the motions and help the four of you draw lots to decide your opponents."
After saying that, she waved her hand and shot out two golden lights, divided the four jade slips into two parts, and brought them to her face.
Then she read solemnly: "The results of the final round of the draw are as follows: In the first game, Ji Tianxing versus Atal; in the second game, Taihao Yunqi versus Yuan Chong.
The two winners will continue to compete for first and second place.
The two defeated Martial Saints also need to compete for third and fourth place."
As her words fell, the red-haired foreign king Atal stepped into the void platform first.
He stood in the void with a calm expression, holding a dark gold scepter studded with gems, and dark red flames danced in his pupils.
Seeing Ji Tianxing enter the void and stand thousands of feet away in front of him, he stretched out his hand to stroke his beard and said, "Martial Saint Tianxing, please draw your sword."
Ji Tianxing shook his head slightly and said in a calm tone: "I have reached the advanced level of swordsmanship and there is no need to use a sword."
"Oh?" Atal immediately raised his eyebrows and said in a somewhat regretful tone: "So, are you planning to fight with me empty-handed? I also have no chance to see the divine sword?"
Ji Tianxing frowned, "What do you mean?"
Atal hammered his chest with his right hand, bent down and saluted him, and explained: "This emperor worshiped the sword god very much when he was young.
It is my good fortune to meet you now, and it is even more of an honor for me to have a discussion with you.
In addition, I am very interested in the legendary divine sword Burial Sky, but unfortunately I have never had the opportunity to see it.
Now that I heard that the divine sword is in your hand, I wonder if you can show it to me and fulfill one of my wishes?"
Ji Tianxing looked at him deeply and said with an indifferent expression: "Your expression and tone are very sincere, it doesn't seem like you are lying, and I am willing to believe your original intention.
But unfortunately, I cannot agree to your request."
Atal suddenly showed a look of disappointment on his face, and said with some regret: "What a pity! In that case, I will go all out to force you to sacrifice that divine sword!"
Ji Tianxing said expressionlessly: "You are destined to be disappointed, so take action."