God Emperor

Zhang Ruochen held the Gushui Sword in his hand, stepped onto the fighting platform, and stood opposite Xie Yunfan, the two of them ten feet apart.

"Lin Yue, Changshengyuan."

When Xie Yunfan saw that No. 78 was actually Lin Yue, the corners of his mouth suddenly raised slightly, and there was an indescribable joy in his heart.

He had long wanted to teach Lin Yue a lesson, but Lin Yue had been hiding in Zixia Lingshan, so he could never find a suitable opportunity.

Unexpectedly, the swordsmanship competition between 368 people also led him to meet Lin Yue.

Or to put it another way, enemies meet on a narrow road.

Today, Xie Yunfan was going to humiliate Lin Yue in front of everyone, so that he would never be able to hold his head high in the Liangyi Sect again.

When the time comes, how can he still face Junior Sister Qi?

Recalling the scene of Junior Sister Qi being held in Lin Yue's arms, Xie Yunfan couldn't calm down and wanted to crush Lin Yue to ashes.

"What? You haven't dared to step onto the battlefield. Could it be that you are afraid?"

Xie Yunfan finally controlled his emotions, let out a long breath, held the dagger between his two fingers, and played with it gently, looking relaxed and natural, as if he had convinced Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen clasped one hand behind his back and held the Gu Shui Sword in the other. He was really grateful to Yun Fan.

Just because of a woman, every time Xie Yunfan saw him, he felt like he was seeing an enemy who killed his father and took away his wife. He was either sarcastic or looking down on others. He always felt that Zhang Ruochen was far inferior to him.

Once or twice, Zhang Ruochen could bear it and didn't want to argue with him.

But Zhang Ruochen really couldn't stand how self-righteous he was every time.

There was a sound of ridicule below the battle stage. It was obvious that the inner disciples and contestants had the same idea as Xie Yunfan, and they all thought that Lin Yue was a coward.

"Thank you, senior brother, for kicking that coward off the fighting platform. How can senior sister Qi be like him?"

An inner disciple of Changshengyuan stood in the crowd and said in a cold voice with a look of disdain: "If you are afraid, just admit defeat and don't embarrass our Changshengyuan."

Xie Yunfan's mood became even more joyful, and a proud smile finally appeared on his face, saying: "Lin Yue, you are quite lucky to have met me. The most I can do is... step on your face. If you If you encounter those other bad-tempered guys, you may not be able to save your life.”

"Is it over or not? Should we fight or not?"

Zhang Ruochen was a little impatient. No matter how good his patience was, Xie Yunfan had worn it away.

Seeing that Lin Yue dared to be so arrogant in front of him, Xie Yunfan's good mood suddenly disappeared and he snorted: "Since you want to die, I will help you."

In Xie Yunfan's hand, a foot-long dagger spun quickly and was about to stab Zhang Ruochen.

Before the sword was thrust out, Xie Yunfan felt a strong wind rushing towards him, making his body somewhat unsteady.

not good……

Sensing that something was wrong, Xie Yunfan's expression suddenly changed, and he immediately put up a thick layer of body-protecting Holy Gang.

Xie Yunfan has reached the eighth transformation of Fish-Dragon and has developed all five holy veins.

Therefore, the Holy Qi in his body is very powerful, and the body-protecting Holy Gang condensed into it is like a spherical iron wall, indestructible.

Zhang Ruochen appeared in front of Xie Yunfan, smacked his palm forward, and hit the Holy Gang of Body Protection. It immediately created circles of ripples and sent Xie Yunfan flying away.

There was a loud "boom" and Xie Yunfan flew backwards ten feet.

Then, his feet fell to the ground, and he lost control of his body. He quickly retreated backwards until he reached the edge of the fighting platform before he could stand firm.

Xie Yunfan gasped for air and was so shocked that he almost lost his mind. He never thought that Lin Yue's cultivation level could be so terrifying. If he hadn't reacted quickly enough, he might have fallen off the platform and lost the competition.

Xie Yunfan had just come back to his senses, but he was not ready to fight yet. In his pupils, a shadow of a sword continued to enlarge from far to near.

"Uh-huh!"

The next moment, a sword was pressed against Xie Yunfan's neck. The cold air emanating from the sword made his neck numb.

Zhang Ruochen's body stood upright, looking light and calm, with one hand behind his back, the other holding the sword with the scabbard attached, pointing at Xie Yunfan's neck, and said expressionlessly: "Do you admit defeat or not? "

Xie Yunfan was already defeated before many people could react.

Seeing the result of the battle, the whole place was silent, everyone's eyes widened, and everyone took a breath.

"How can it be so strong?"

Originally, Xu Changsheng was sitting calmly on the chair, ready to watch Xie Yunfan teach Lin Yue a lesson.

But at this moment, his hands were tightly clasped together, and he suddenly stood up, staring at Lin Yue on the battlefield in disbelief.

A mere newly promoted disciple of the Holy Tradition defeated Xie Yunfan?

It is absolutely impossible to say that Xie Yunfan deliberately let the enemy go. Xie Yunfan regarded Lin Yue as a life-or-death enemy.

The five Half-Saints sitting above also saw the astonishing scene on the A-shaped battle platform.

Even with their state of mind, they were greatly shocked, and they all looked at each other in confusion.

Among them, Zixia Semi-Saint's state of mind fluctuated the most intensely. The look in his eyes when he looked at Lin Yue became both shocked and bitter, but more of a heartfelt joy.

"It turns out that his strength is so powerful."

Zixia Half-Saint didn't know what to say anymore. She originally thought that Lin Yue had a chance encounter and his heart was over-inflated for a while, so he signed up to participate in the kendo competition at the eighth level of fish-dragon transformation.

But he didn't expect that he really had the strength to challenge the fish-dragon eighth-transformation monk. The reason why he was so stubborn came entirely from his inner self-confidence.

"This little guy... is really unexpected."

Zixia Half-Saint chuckled lightly, with a proud look on her face.

A half-sage next to him with a red mole on his eyebrows laughed loudly: "The younger generation is to be feared. The younger generation is really to be feared. Zixia Half-sage, I didn't expect that you would also miss it. Such an outstanding disciple, you don't want to be in the Changsheng Academy." , I really want to connect him to the Mokong Academy."

Zixia Semi-Saint glanced at the Semi-Saint coldly and said, "Try to move a finger and see if I don't turn the Mokong Courtyard upside down."

Semi-Saint Jinglan also showed joy, nodded, and said: "This son's character is very extraordinary. He is neither arrogant nor impetuous. He is steady and has a kind of vigor that only young people can have. In addition, he climbed the second mountain at a young age. At the top of the mountain, if you can continue to persevere, in time you may become a sword master and become famous all over the world. "

The Half-Saints are certainly very pleased that such an outstanding talent can emerge from the Liangyi Sect. It can be expected that Lin Yue will shine in the Sword Dao Conference and become one of the most popular figures among the disciples of the Holy Tradition.

On the battlefield.

Xie Yunfan didn't dare to express his anger, and was quite unconvinced. He gritted his teeth and said, "I'm not convinced. I'm not ready yet, and you make a sneak attack. What's the point of even winning? If you have the ability, you put away your sword first, and we'll fight again." "

Zhang Ruochen shook his head and took back his sword.

Xie Yunfan's face was filled with joy, a killing intent flashed in his eyes, and he thrust out his sword as fast as lightning, hitting Zhang Ruochen's heart.

Before Xie Yunfan could touch Zhang Ruochen's body, he was kicked in the face by Zhang Ruochen, leaving a bloody shoe print. With a bang, he fell off the platform and into the crowd. He fainted from the fall.

In fact, Xie Yunfan had already fainted when Zhang Ruochen kicked him in the face, but it wasn't that Xie Yunfan didn't fall down easily.

If it had been anyone else, Zhang Ruochen might have given him a chance.

As for Xie Yunfan... Zhang Ruochen really didn't want to see him again.

Zhang Ruochen walked off the stage with his hands behind his back, returned to his position, and sat down.

Suddenly, the entire inner sect disciples of the A-shaped battle platform were completely excited, shouting the name of "Lin Yue" loudly, and the sound shook most of Zhiyuling Mountain.

Those disciples of Changshengyuan who originally looked down on Lin Yue are now straightening their spines. They all feel quite honored to be Lin Yue's junior brother and nephew.

"Senior Brother Lin Yue has unparalleled talent and unparalleled cultivation. We can only look up to him."

"No wonder Senior Sister Qi fell in love with Senior Brother Lin Yue. Not only is Senior Brother Lin Yue so handsome, he is also so powerful. As long as she is a woman, she will definitely like such a man." A young female disciple said For the way of nymphomaniac.

In addition to Candong, another unparalleled talent has risen in Changshengyuan.

Next is the battle between No. 79 and No. 80.

Zhang Ruochen began to observe carefully the battle between the two of them.

Because, Zhang Ruochen's next opponent will be the winner between the two of them.

"Taiqing Palace, Zhao Wuyan."

A young man standing on the left said in a cold voice.

Opposite him was an old woman with a full head of silver hair, but she looked energetic and said, "Fan Jing from the Su Nuyuan."

Elder Fan Jing is an elder in green from the Su Nuyuan. He is over a hundred years old, and of course he is quite powerful. The first move he used was the ghost-level middle-grade sword technique, the Snow Mountain Sword Technique.

"Aftermath of snowy mountains."

The mid-level ghost-level swordsmanship is naturally extremely powerful.

As soon as Elder Fan Jing made his sword move, hundreds of sword auras appeared on the entire battlefield.

Snowflakes fell from the sky.

The ground formed a thick layer of ice.

"Uh-huh!"

As she stabbed out with her sword, hundreds of sword energy gathered together, condensing into the shape of a mountain, exuding a frighteningly powerful aura.

Even the inner disciples below the battle platform could feel the cold air coming towards their faces, as if there was a real snow mountain pressing down on them.

"Elder Fan Jing's swordsmanship is indeed extraordinary. He should have cultivated Sword One to the second level, coupled with the power of the ghost-level middle-level swordsmanship. Among the monks in the eighth transformation of fish and dragon, there is no one who can block her sword. There are definitely not many people there," said a disciple of the Holy Tradition.

Just when everyone was amazed by Elder Fan Jing's swordsmanship, only Zhang Ruochen had his eyes fixed on Zhao Wuyan.

Facing such a powerful sword from Elder Fan Jing, Zhao Wuyan still looked quite calm.