Chapter 98 Duel

At the beginning of the challenge, a tall figure suddenly crossed the air and flew into the middle of the battlefield. He is dressed in a marquis' robe, holding a long sword and a long breath. He is a royal disciple.

"He is Sheng Yuanjunxin, a descendant of the Juexin King. He was excellent in the first eight days of the competition and is one of the peripheral disciples." Zhao Xiaotian whispered, and Mu Zifeng nodded. He knew this rule. Generally, the beginning of the challenge was by the best of the royal disciples as the first person, which was regarded as throwing bricks to attract jade.

"I'm practicing swordsmanship, so I want to ask Brother Qiu Lin for advice."

"If you are invited, I would be happy to accompany you." A man flew out of the area of the tenth master. He was a little thin, but his figure was extremely flexible. He twisted several times in mid-air, like a fallen leaf floating on the platform, and the pilgrim Yuanjun hugged his fist and bowed.

"Who is this person? What a great evil spirit in his body."

"He is the leader of the talented disciple secretly trained by the tenth master, the master of the Qiu generation, and the same level as Lie Wulei, the leader of the martyr under the fifteenth master. The two of them are just a scene, and the second scene is real.

Sure enough, as Zhao Xiaotian said, the two separated after dozens of warm competition, and complimented each other. There was no way to win or lose. Junxin Hou flew away, and then Qiu Lin became the protagonist.

Unsurprisingly, he looked at Lie Wulei. Both of them were secretly trained genius leaders and naturally belonged to their sworn enemies. If they could not distinguish between high and lows on this occasion, there would be no chance in the future.

In the first eight days of the match, the fifteenth master's side had been suppressed to death. Everyone was uncertain and felt that the future was uncertain. Therefore, this first battle is particularly important. If Qiu Lin wins another move, then the momentum of the tenth master will reach its peak.

Lie Wulei stood up and moved his feet, as if he were climbing the ladder and walked to the battlefield step by step. This hand immediately caused a sensation and crossed the ground like a flat ground. This kind of skill can be easily done by the ancestors. But it is very difficult for a foreign master to do this. Because martial arts masters have never communicated with the power of heaven and earth, they need to breathe when they perform martial arts. The stronger the true spirit, the longer the interval between his breaths, and the more terrible his cultivation will be.

"This is a step of king-level martial arts. It is rumored that he inadvertently got it during the external trial. Since then, his cultivation has advanced rapidly." Mu Zifeng was also very interested in such means, but then he shook his head again. This guy still lacked his temper. To perform a king-level martial arts, it needs to consume a lot of Dantian Zhenqi. This guy showed his shortcomings before he started.

"Stepping on the clouds is really extraordinary, brother, please." As soon as Qiu Lin flicked the hilt of the sword, the sword was replaced by a wandering dragon and flew out, making a crisp sound. A sword stabbed out and immediately turned into thousands of swords, wanting to swallow Lie Wulei.

Each sword light condenses into substance, powerful and as fast as lightning.

"This is a king-level martial arts sword to kill Jiuxiao. Every extraordinary martial artist really has enough proud capital." Zhao Xiaotian muttered. She turned her head and looked at Mu Zifeng. Seeing him staring at the battlefield motionless, she sighed in her heart and didn't know how far his strength could go. On this battlefield, it was not one or two people who had a grudge against him.

Once the fifteenth master fails, then the tenth master will do his best to completely suppress Mufu.

The two genius leaders took action and directly showed their killer mace to defeat each other in the shortest time. The strength spread at the junction of the two, and everyone urged nearly 250,000 pounds of force, and the people around them exclaimed. This is the real war. Although the first eight days of the match was wonderful, compared with now, it is a family game.

"Swordsmanship falls into the moon."

Qiu Lin swept with a sword, and the sword spirit condensed into sword marks, strangling Lie Wulei's legs.

Lie Wulei practiced martial arts on his legs. He was free to attack and defend, and he seemed not to be afraid of the boundless sword spirit.

"The strength of the two people is between Bo Zhong, and now it depends on who can survive to the end." Mu Zifeng looked at it for a while and knew that it was a deadlock. The masters fought against each other, part of them fought for strength, and the other part fought for patience and opportunity.

"There is no trace of the wave." Lie Wulei stepped out step by step, and suddenly there were ripples under his feet, as if a giant beast was stepping on it.

With a loud noise, the two retreated in a battle and reorganized their own offensive.

Mu Zifeng took out the dragon suit that had been reduced to the size of a palm from his arms and handed it to Zhao Xiaotian and said, "Put it on just in case."

Zhao Xiaotian knew this dragon coat, which Mu Zifeng had been wearing. Now he actually wants to give herself, which made a warm current in her heart.

"You'd better keep it for yourself. Those people are not easy to deal with."

"It's useless for me to wear it. Why don't you let go and go?"

Zhao Xiaotian showed a sweet smile, took over Jiao Longyi and left the scene. After a moment, she returned silently. She looked down at the stage and whispered, "I don't know if Lie Wulei has restrained, but he still lost."

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw the sword in Qiu Lin's hand turn into a streamer and stabbed Wulei's throat. Lie Wulei's legs were powerful, but the cohesion of his strength was still a little hot, and he was so scared that he quickly dodged to protect himself.

As soon as he retreated, the whole balanced offensive immediately collapsed. Once there is a flaw in people's fighting spirit, there will naturally be flaws in the attack moves, even a little flaw.

"You lost." What Qiu Lin wants is to force him to dodge, and his momentum is more powerful, like a long rainbow. The sword in his hand has been cultivated to the point of pure fire. The air penetrated the sword body, with a soft hissing sound, cut open the right arm clothes of Lie Wulei, and a blood stain appeared on his arm.

With a sword, Qiu Lin turned around and stood with an arrogant look on his face. It turned out that he wanted to be better.

Lie Wulei's face is dead and his eyes are pale. In front of so many people, he actually lost to Qiu Lin, which will become a stain that he will never clean in his life.

"Qiu Linsheng." The tenth master standing on the high platform narrowed with his eyes. He seemed to have seen the throne waiting for him to sit on. On the contrary, the fifteenth master closed his eyes helplessly, full of fatigue, and did not know when silver silk appeared on his head.

Under his command, only three of them are the most powerful. Lie Wulei, Xiaotian of Zhao's family, and Zifeng from the heavenly prison camp cultivated by himself. Now, Lie Wulei has been defeated, and no matter how powerful the remaining two are, they can't resist the demons of the tenth master.

The ministers and workers of the fifteenth master are extremely disappointed. They seem to have seen their tragic end, and many people have sighed.

"Zifeng, I'll come first. You take the town." Zhao Xiaotian put on the dragon suit and became more confident. She jumped to the battlefield.

"Brother Qiulin has fought for a battle and needs to rest. Let's do it in the second game." Ning Dong, sitting in the seat, stood up at this time and flew to Xiaotian with a gloomy smile on his face. Qiu Lin clenched their fists and went to an end. His task has been completed, and there is no need to stay desperate.

"Traitor." Zhao Xiaotian's eyes sneered. The disciples of the Daxing Chamber of Commerce actually disobeyed the order of the king and defected to the tenth master. This is a kind of disregard for the king, and it also means that he wants to completely break off relations with the Daxing Chamber of Commerce.

"How do you have the right to say that I am a traitor? The king of beheading ignores my existence for the so-called orthodox inheritance. Today, I want to defeat you in front of him and tell the king who is the real descendant of the Daxing Chamber of Commerce." In the end, Ning Dong said, and the cloak on his body rose. "I want everyone to know that my fighting and qi destruction skills are more powerful than Zhao's Da Ri Zhansheng swordsmanship."

Ning Dong rushed forward and pulled out a sword from his waist. The sword was red and emitting blood. Zhao Xiaotian snorted softly, and the sword came out of its sheath. Changhong penetrated the sun, and the two sides fought together.

At the beginning, they were still attacking and defending in an orderly manner, and they were testing each other. With the white heat of the battle, the strength of the two continued to increase, from 50,000 catties to 100,000 catties of huge power, and it is still improving.

"Heaven and earth." Ning Dong withdrew his sword without using it. He slapped it out, and suddenly one side of the world was imprisoned by the domineering force and suddenly bombarded Zhao Xiaotian.

"Sun melts snow."

Zhao Xiaotian's swordsmanship changed into a swordsmanship from the beginning to the sun. This is the move of the big sun's sword. This king-level martial arts is to absorb the domineering breath to assist cultivation under the scorching sun or in the land of the strong sun. As soon as the sky shines, the snow on the earth will automatically melt, which means that under this swordsmanship, you can counterattack.

Ning Dong, with a ferocious color, turned over his hand and bounced off Xiaotian's sword. With a wave of his robe, his whole body rose from the ground and slapped himself, "The sky is broken."

The sky is collapsing and the earth is cracking. The power of this palm is too fierce. The power has been increased to 250,000 catties, and it is about to be ruthless.

Zhao Xiaotian twisted her delicate body, raised her sword to the sky, and shouted in a low voice, "The sword points to the morning sun."

A sword points to the sky, and a sword to the morning sun, this is the trend of breaking the sky. She has raised her strength to the same level, broke through Ning Dong's attack with swordsmanship, divided his palm in half, and stabbed his eyebrows.

"Zhao's bloodline is really powerful. That girl's potential is deeper than that of Ningdong. As long as she is dedicated to practicing, it won't take long to hit the big hole of life and death to achieve practice gas." On the high platform, a woman in her thirties kept nodding. She was the special envoy of Lingshan, the holy place of martial arts, probably the highest among the five, and the other four special envoys echoed one after another.

"Although Ning Dong is powerful, he relies on external forces. Although it is not a problem to cultivate the ancestors of Qi, once the seeds of Qi are consumed, the speed of his progress will plummet. Unless there is another miracle, he will be left behind by Xiaotian."

"Yes, Xiaotian's potential is similar to that of several saints in Lingshan. Maybe she can also become a candidate for a saint. Hahaha, kill the king, you are so blessed to have such a good direct bloodline.

He is also very proud to kill the king with a smile and be modest. If Xiaotian can really become a saint candidate, his status will be improved by several levels.

"Zhao Xiaotian, let me verify who is the strongest martial arts between us." Ningdong's hair emanated, and his whole body exuded a hot smell, as if a volcano was being measured.