Fantasy: Please Don't Grab Me, I'm The Son Of Destiny!

The turmoil caused by Jiang Yu did not have much impact on the follow-up competition, and the disciples of each faction still tried their best to try to win three points as soon as possible.

After watching a few matches outside the arena, no one challenged the No. 1 identity card again.

Among them, the disciples of two sects have already won two points, and they are only one point away from winning the first round.

Seeing this, Jiang Yu's heart couldn't help but move slightly.

It's impossible to go on like this. Although there are still two number plates in hand, if someone is unlucky to bump into him, it will take too much time.

Coincidentally, I saw that a competition on the stage had just ended, and the winner was a disciple of Longevity Mountain named "Zhang Yang".

His opponent is a child of the Lin family. After winning this match, Longevity Mountain has already won two points.

And this publicity Cultivation Base is profound, judging from its shot, it already has the strength of the eighth rank.

If he doesn't end the game and continues to challenge, there is a high probability that he will win the next game.

Since then, Longevity Hill has won three games in a row, directly announcing the end of the first round of competition.

"it's time!"

Squinting his eyes, Jiang Yu walked directly towards the ring.

"Aurora Sect, Jiang Yu, challenge Senior Brother Zhang of Longevity Mountain, please enlighten me!"

Zhang Yang, who was complacent about winning, frowned when he heard Jiang Yu's voice.

Turning his face to look at Jiang Yu, there was a faint cold light in his eyes.

But at the next moment, he didn't answer, nor did he directly confront him. Instead, he looked at the crowd of disciples at Longevity Hill.

One of the Elder-looking people nodded slightly to him, and then he turned his face to Jiang Yu and said, "Since you are seeking defeat on your own initiative, then I will grant you, come up and lead to death."

Hearing this, Jiang Yu didn't talk nonsense, and walked directly onto the ring, and glanced at Zhang Yang indifferently.

"Brother Zhang's eighth-grade Cultivation Base, it's still a bit worth seeing."

"Hmph, you don't know your arrogance, you're just a Cultivation Base, and you dare to speak out?"

With a cold snort, Zhang Yang showed contempt.

At present, Longevity Mountain has won two games in a row, and there is still an eighth-rank disciple in the audience who has not played before, so no matter whether they win or lose this match against Jiang Yu, they can immediately challenge the next game and get three points first.

It is precisely because of this that Zhang Yang agreed to Jiang Yu's challenge.

On the one hand, it can teach Jiang Yu a good lesson on behalf of Longevity Mountain, and establish WeChat among the four major forces; on the other hand, even if you accidentally lose, you don’t have to worry about losing points. It can be said to be the best of both worlds.

"Whether it's outrageous or not, Brother Zhang will try it later and you'll know. Just don't be like Brother Tian, ​​who can't even resist a single move."

"One trick? Just rely on you? I'll let you know how powerful it is later. The gap between the eighth and ninth ranks is an insurmountable gap. It's just that you have no chance to learn this lesson in your life, because I will Directly destroy your Cultivation Base."

With cold eyes flashing, Zhang Yang said in a cold voice.

"From now on, you will be like a stray dog, a mud bug, trampled upon by others!"

It seems that the so-called handsome disciples of the four major forces all have the problem of fondling.

Let's not talk about whether you can beat it or not. I used to have a dry mouth, but now I talk so full, and my face will become more swollen when I get spanked.

With a change of mind, Jiang Yu didn't talk nonsense, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he shot directly.

The majestic Spirit Power spewed out and submerged into the black iron epee.

In an instant, black light erupted suddenly, and a gust of turbulent wind was aroused above the blade, rushing straight towards Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang's face suddenly changed, as if he felt unimaginable strength from Jiang Yu's instant movement. Such power, is it really something a ninth-rank disciple can possess?

Before he could figure it out in his mind, Jiang Yu's sword had already arrived.

The epee has no front, and it enters the mountain, and Zhang Yang's breath stagnates. The next moment suddenly realizes that he is being suppressed by someone who is one Realm lower than himself, and his face suddenly becomes angry.

"Go away!"

After a short drink, Zhang Yang made a shot, and the majestic Spirit Power burst out in an instant.

The disciples of the eighth-rank Cultivation Base are quite different from the disciples of the ninth-rank Cultivation Base. Between publicity and movement, both the majesty and power of Spirit Power are far higher than Tian Sheng, the disciple of Tianyi Building.

The light flowed, and Zhang Yang held a mountain-opening sword in his hand, and he slashed at the black iron epee with one blow.

With a loud sound of "Dang", the streamer exploded, and several deep ravines were cut out of the earth.

The light of the sword, the shadow of the sword, tore the earth apart suddenly.

Without changing his face, Jiang Yu breathed out and said, "Come again!"

Pulling out the sword and swinging it, the black iron epee seemed to lose weight in his hand, and he swung it easily.

He also didn't use any mysterious swordsmanship secret skills, just relying on the powerful Spirit Power and the superior characteristics of the black iron epee to forcefully sweep away.

Bursts of khaki-yellow light surged from the broadsword in Zhang Yang's hand. Under its power, he could only passively block it, fell into a disadvantage, and was completely suppressed.

After three consecutive strikes, Jiang Yu's eyes flashed with light.

In an instant, he jumped up, raised his figure several meters, and slapped Zhang Yang below with a slash.

Seeing this, Zhang Yang's face immediately changed drastically, he couldn't control so much, all the Spirit Power in his body gushed out desperately at this moment.

The khaki-yellow light enveloped his whole body, as if forming a protective shield, enveloping his whole body in it.

At the same time, the black iron heavy sword also arrived.

"Boom"!

There was a heart-shattering muffled sound, and the huge force shook the ground.

The dark iron epee traversed all directions, under the blow of the sword, Zhang Yang's running Spirit Power was instantly shattered, and his whole body was directly smashed into the ground by the sword.

When Jiang Yu raised his sword and stood up, Zhang Yang below was already unconscious on the spot, and his life and death were unpredictable.

oh...

The audience silenced, and everyone had expressions of surprise and disbelief on their faces.

Jiang Yu was only at the ninth rank, but Zhang Yang, who had the eighth rank Cultivation Base, not only did not fall into the slightest disadvantage, on the contrary, he was suppressed all the way, and Zhang Yang had no strength to fight back at all.

For the first time, the gap between Realms made the handsome disciples from all factions feel so subtle.

Eighth Grade, when did it become so weak?

"Jiang Yu of Aurora Sect challenges Longevity Mountain to make Zhang Yang, Jiang Yu wins!"

The voice of the supervisor Elder surrounded the hearts of the audience's disciples, and they were suddenly shocked to find that the strongest might not be Jiupin, but Jiang Yu.

However, the elders of the various factions present at the scene were thinking about another problem.

Jiang Yu has won two games in a row, only one game away, Aurora Sect will win the first round.

Now, he is on the court, and he has the priority to choose whether to continue to challenge or leave the court.

If he was asked to choose a number plate to challenge at will, the chance of winning is not low, unless he can find someone who can win him for sure! ?