When Jian Wusheng's low shout spread throughout the square, everyone's eyes focused on Ji Ling.
Ji Ling seemed to have expected that Jian Wusheng would challenge him, and his expression remained calm as usual.
He stepped onto the ring and stood ten meters away from Jian Wusheng, with a confident and confident smile still hanging on his lips.
"Jian Wusheng, Deacon Han's ranking is actually the final result."
"No matter how unwilling you are, it won't help. You are definitely no match for me!"
Ji Ling said calmly and with a firm tone, as if she was stating a fact.
Jian Wusheng's face became increasingly gloomy, and his eyes were full of fighting spirit.
He chuckled in a deep voice: "Young prince, it's too early to say this. Who is the number one? You have to fight to know who is number one!"
"Young prince, I'm offended!"
After saying that, he instantly pulled out his sword and killed Ji Ling as fast as lightning.
His speed was so fast that there was an afterimage behind him.
"Whoa!"
A sword that is extremely sharp and as fast as flowing light.
Tens of thousands of spectators were amazed, holding their breath and sweating for Ji Ling.
That sharp and dazzling sword light was like thunder tearing through the night.
The faces of several young geniuses changed, thinking that they could not stop Jian Wusheng's sword.
But Ji Ling remained calm and confident without changing her expression.
"Red Fire Sword!"
Ji Ling also suddenly pulled out his sword, let out a low shout, and swung his sword across a half-moon-shaped sword light.
The red sword light stirred up flames, creating a surging heat wave on the ring and blowing a strong wind.
"Bang!"
The two sword lights collided with a loud sound.
Jian Wusheng's extremely stunning sword was defeated by Ji Ling's sword, and Jian Wusheng was also knocked back five steps.
"Three slashes of fire waves!"
Ji Ling shouted again and chased after him with a red sword light, slashing out three flaming sword lights.
Jian Wusheng was surrounded by blazing flames and had nowhere to hide, so he could only hurriedly wave his sword to resist.
He was shocked, with an expression of disbelief on his face.
“Bang bang bang!”
The swords of the two collided again, and Jian Wusheng was knocked back another six steps.
Next, Ji Ling launched an attack as fast as lightning, and the sword light filled the sky, as violent and domineering as a raging fire.
Jian Wusheng fell into a disadvantage and was beaten back by him, unable to resist.
Countless warriors in the square all let out incredulous exclamations when they saw Ji Ling completely suppressing Jian Wusheng.
Only then did everyone understand that the young prince had been hiding his strength before.
It wasn't until this moment that the young prince showed his true strength!
This battle is the most stunning and eye-catching battle since the beginning of the entry competition.
Ji Ling and Jian Wusheng both unleashed their strongest fighting power, fighting fiercely in the ring, their figures flickering like ghosts, making it dizzying to see.
Tens of thousands of spectators were staring at the battle, dazzled and excited.
Soon, the breath time passed.
Ji Ling is still full of true energy, moves as fast as the wind, and has no injuries on her body.
Jian Wusheng was hit by five swords in his body. There were sword wounds on his chest, back, thighs and arms that were deep enough to show the bone, and he was bleeding profusely.
He had reached the end of his strength and had no choice but to admit defeat.
"Young prince, my skills are inferior to others, so I am willing to admit defeat!"
When Jian Wusheng opened his mouth to admit defeat, Ji Ling took back the sword and showed a confident smile.
Everyone around the ring saw Ji Ling's true strength, and then they believed what he said before.
The strength ranking given by Qingtian Sect is basically the final ranking, and it is difficult to deviate.
Jian Wusheng withdrew from the ring with an ashen complexion.
Han Qiaosheng stepped onto the stage and announced loudly: "Jian Wusheng failed to challenge and maintains his original ranking."
"Who else wants to challenge?"
All the young geniuses were silent and did not dare to challenge easily again.
Wei Lingfeng, ranked fourth, originally wanted to challenge Ji Tianxing, win third place, and avenge Jiang Baiyu.
However, after Jian Wusheng failed in his challenge, he was full of hesitation and did not dare to fight easily.
The tens of thousands of people in the square also recognized the ranking announced by Deacon Han and believed that the ranking was correct and Ji Ling was the well-deserved number one genius.
However, just as everyone was whispering and discussing, a brave and tall black figure stepped onto the ring.
"I, Ji Tianxing, challenge Ji Ling here!"
Ji Tianxing walked onto the ring expressionlessly, looked at Ji Ling with cold eyes, and launched a challenge.
Suddenly, the eyes of tens of thousands of people were focused on him, and the crowd let out bursts of exclamations.
"Oh my god! Jian Wusheng has failed in the challenge. Ji Tianxing still dares to challenge the young prince?"
"This guy really doesn't know how to live or die! The young prince is stronger than Jian Wusheng, at least at the seventh level of the True Yuan Realm!"
"He dared to question Deacon Han's ranking. How arrogant!"
"Hehe, Ji Tianxing was once the number one genius. It seems that he is very unwilling to be ranked third, and he even hopes to regain the first place!"
"I bet that Ji Tianxing is no match for the young prince. He will be defeated within thirty moves!"
"Thirty moves? You think too highly of Ji Tianxing, I think twenty moves are enough!"
Countless people sneered at Ji Tianxing and sneered at his misfortune, believing that he would definitely lose.
Only the little princess looked up at Ji Tianxing in the audience, waved her fist at him, and cheered him up.
"Brother Tianxing, I believe in you! Come on!"
Amid the noisy discussion, Ji Ling walked onto the ring with a smile on her face.
He looked at Ji Tianxing with playful eyes and a contemptuous sneer at the corner of his mouth.
"Ji Tianxing, what if you regain your strength? Do you think you are still the number one genius?"
"Haha...you will pay for your challenge!"
"I will let you know that the first genius is me, and you will always be stepped on by me!"
Ji Ling's tone was very cold, and actually contained a hint of murderous intent.
Ji Tianxing has determined that Ji Ling is the despicable mastermind behind the scenes and his life and death enemy!
Therefore, he was not surprised at all that Ji Ling would murder him.
He looked at Ji Ling with gloomy eyes, and said with the same cold tone: "Ji Ling! I will also let you know that the strength obtained through conspiracy and trickery is just a dream after all!"
"Your confidence and arrogance end here!"
When he finished speaking, he instantly activated the six sword energies, turning into a golden stream of light and striking at Ji Ling.
"Sword flying in the air! Flowing Light Sword Net!"
He held the Black Dragon Sword in his left hand, held the Sword Control Technique in his right hand, manipulated the sword energy to form a sword net, and covered Ji Ling's head.
"Boohoo!"
The sword energy flew vertically and horizontally, dragging out a long golden stream of light, and began to strangle Ji Ling.
Ji Ling's expression changed slightly, a solemn look flashed in her eyes, and she immediately drew her sword to fight back.
"Red Fire Sword!"
He also unleashed his strongest strength, displayed his unique swordsmanship, and unleashed more than a dozen rays of sword light to powerfully cut through the sword net of flowing light.