Above the Immortal Cultivation

On the seventh high platform, the duel between Tan Yu and Huang Ziyu in the second group of the first round made the thousands of monks watching the battle very excited.

They not only saw the tyranny of the Huang family's "Liaoyuan Spear", but also witnessed for the first time the pressure and magic of the "Rain Sword Art" on the space and the heroic beauty of Tan Yu.

When Tan Yu spurted out a mouthful of blood, Huang Ziyu raised his right hand to admit defeat, and the countless monks in the audience seemed to feel the same:

"No!"

"Fairy!"

"Ah!"

"Asshole!"

......

All kinds of passionate, indignant, and excited voices swept towards Huang Ziyu, and some even threw down words to find trouble with him.

On the second floor attic, Qingyu of Yujian Mountain shot two sharp eyes, "Hey", Huang Long, the head of the Huang family, smiled and picked up the wine glass and chewed slowly after receiving the sharpness in Qingyu's eyes.

Although Huang Ziyu was defeated, what he did not expect was that he actually summoned the Golden Sun Divine Power in "Liaoyuan Spear" that can only be used by the Nascent Soul Stage, and delivered a peerless attack, which even he could not do at the beginning.

He was comforted and very happy in his heart. The Huang family had Huang Ziyu in this generation, which was enough.

With the winner of the two, the second group of duels was over.

"Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish..."

The sixteen core disciples flew over the high platform and started the fierce battle of the third group.

The wonderful, dazzling and blood-boiling battle scenes on the stage made Wang Lu sigh that the Four Beast Sect was worthy of being the leader of the Northern Frontier. The forty-eight core disciples who had already played were very powerful.

They have a profound foundation, deep magic power, and outstanding spiritual awareness, experience and various extraordinary skills. If you pick any one of them and throw him in the Western Desert, he will become the core of the core disciples of various large sects.

The pride of heaven, well-deserved.

Wushou and Xiang Feng were assigned to this group. They both defeated their opponents relatively easily. In less than half an incense stick, the third group ended.

The last group, start.

Hey, is it finally here!

Wang Lu muttered to himself, staring at the fifth high platform. He secretly took a breath, stomped his feet, and soared into the sky like a cannonball. With a "clang", he landed steadily on the high platform.

The opponent was a quiet woman with the peak cultivation of the late Jindan period. She was wearing a pink skirt, like a beautiful girl from a small family, standing tall and graceful. She seemed delicate, but her whole body exuded a sharpness that was as immovable as a mountain, like a sword breaking through the sky.

"Fu Lou Qinming." Wang Lu clasped his fists slightly.

"Kang Family Kang Xuan." The female cultivator saw Wang Lu in black clothes, and her eyelids trembled slightly for some reason, and a very bad feeling came to her mind.

This person was thin, with broad shoulders and narrow waist. His eyes were black and shiny, as if he could see through people. He looked skinny, but he was like a cold and strange snake, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any time, which was very dangerous.

She knew that the opponent was very fast. The two disciples of Dan Pavilion were defeated by his strange body movements.

Kang Xuan then released a blue jade pendant, and a blue light like water wrapped her. With a slight shake of her jade hand, a spiritual sword as white as snow and surging with spiritual energy came into her hand.

"Unmovable Sword Mountain!"

Without stopping for a moment, her magic power increased rapidly, and an ancient, majestic and blurred green sword mountain appeared from behind her.

Seeing this, there was a commotion under the fifth high platform. So far, Kang Xuan was the first person to summon the vision before fighting. Could it be that she wanted to make a quick decision and defeat her opponent with one blow?

Everyone watched intently with such thoughts.

Wang Lu's black hair rose without wind, and waves of strong air waves surged continuously, cutting his body like a knife.

He looked calm, and his eyes shot out two strange lights. He did not waver in the face of Kang Xuan's powerful and sharp sword mountain.

Humph, pretending, pretending, looking for death.

Kang Xuan frowned slightly at Wang Lu's indifference. Even ordinary Yuanying early strong men would make some defense or launch some counterattacks under such pressure. The more the opponent did this, the more weird she felt and the more angry she was.

There must be something wrong when things are abnormal.

She exhaled lightly, and the spirit sword in her hand jumped back and forth between her hands.

"Huh!"

The sword mountain swayed faintly from side to side, and a hurricane blew up. Tens of thousands of snow-white spirit swords appeared and pounced on the opponent in the blink of an eye.

"Hah!"

Wang Lu finally reacted. He shook his feet and took a bow-shooting posture. Facing the sharp sword flow that was rolling with spiritual power, he punched out.

"Ah!"

The timid people in the audience couldn't help screaming. Using their flesh and blood to resist the swords piercing their bodies was like an egg hitting a stone, playing with fire and getting burned.

The five beasts were also paying attention to the fight between the two.

Suddenly, his eyes moved. When Wang Lu punched out, a circle of extremely light and almost transparent black light instantly wrapped him up, and an unparalleled huge force rushed out when the light black fist was delivered.

"Buzz buzz buzz buzz!"

When the punch was thrown, the air seemed to be extremely frightened, screaming at a high speed, deafening.

"Boom!"

The surging sword flow was melted and dissipated under the punch.

"Oh no!"

Before everyone could react, Kang Xuan's face changed drastically and blurted out.

The sword mountain behind her shook violently, shrank rapidly, and with a "swish" sound, it turned into a green ball and merged into the snow-white spirit sword. The spirit sword instantly turned green and white, and burst out with a green-white spiritual light with extremely astonishing spiritual power, which covered her tightly and completely.

At the same time, she struggled to raise the spirit sword with both hands and slashed forward.

"The divine sword is like a mountain!"

"Huo Cha!"

A bolt of lightning pierced the void, and above the high platform, a green and white giant sword that was one hundred feet long and thirty feet wide was like a flying fairy from the sky. It fell from the sky with lightning speed, and the sword energy was like fishes scurrying around in rising water. The space in front of Kang Xuan was torn into pieces with a "click, click".

Wang Lu, who had disappeared a third of the time before, appeared unscathed in the space that was about to shatter.

The catastrophe of death was right in front of him. The weight of the giant sword and the sharpness of the sword completely imprisoned him and beheaded him.

"ah!"

Wang Lu yelled, and with all his strength, the space suddenly loosened. He suddenly sank down and stepped on the ground. "Boom", the entire high platform shook violently, and he punched the giant sword that was about to cut him in two.

"boom!"

The giant sword just paused, but its downward momentum continued unabated.

"Then I'll blow you up!"

Wang Lu gritted his teeth.

"Hoo, ho, ho, ho, ho..."

Hundreds of powerful fists roared out, and the giant sword stopped, stopped, and stopped again...

"Final blow!"

Wang Lu raised his eyes and looked at the giant sword with cracks all over the body and about to fall apart, and struck again.

"boom!"

The giant sword disappeared and everything returned to calm.

"Boom!"

Kang Xuan suddenly couldn't help but hold the spirit sword tightly, the tip of the sword touched the ground, supporting herself who was panting continuously, her face was white, and she was half-kneeling on the ground.

Seeing this, Wang Lu remained silent, turned around, and jumped down from the high platform.

"Ah ah ah ah ah......"

Crazy, completely crazy, is this person a monster?

To be able to blow up a frightening giant sword that was so powerful and blessed by mysterious phenomena with just his fists is simply unbelievable and unimaginable.

On the fifth high platform, many monks who were paying attention to this battle couldn't help but burst into bursts of exclamations and screams from deep within.

Wang Lu suddenly appeared like a tyrannical and unreasonable person, just like:

The wind suddenly picked up and ruffled a pool of spring water.