Heaven-devouring Dragon Emperor

"Hmph! Don't be so confident, both of you. Yun Zhongtian is the number one genius in my Spirit Sword Academy. Does his strength need to be questioned?"

"You have also seen his performance. Such a character is also the most top existence in your academy. I really don't know where your confidence comes from?"

"That's all! Since they don't believe it, let the results speak for themselves!"

Several elders of Spirit Sword Academy shook their heads and sneered, and directly responded with words.

At this point in the competition of the three courts, it is a contest of life and death, so how can there be any sentiments to talk about?

Although the elders didn't do anything directly, the disciple's performance represented the will of the college. In name it was a competition in the arena, but in fact it was a life-and-death struggle relying on the background!

Rumble!

The loud noise shook the sky, and the fluctuations of spiritual power visible to the naked eye rippled above the arena at an astonishing speed, turning into gusts of wind and sweeping across the entire square.

The clothes of countless disciples on the spectator platform were rattled by the blowing, and they all felt the murderous intent contained inside!

The blinding golden light gradually dissipated, and the billowing cloud enveloping the arena also began to dissipate.

Suddenly, a wild laugh resounded through the audience!

"Hahahaha! Is this the strength of the first genius of Spirit Sword Academy? I can't believe it!"

Amidst the loud laughter, Shang Xiyuan stood proudly with his head held high and his chest held high. Under the shroud of the Nine-day Opening Ceremony, his whole body was unscathed!

"Hiss! How is this possible?"

"He survived Senior Brother Yun's attack unharmed!"

"Unbelievable, simply incredible!"

The sword-testing square was full of exclamations, and everyone's eyes widened, feeling a little unbelievable.

Somewhere on the spectator stage, Su Wanxiu frowned slightly and stared at the ring with a serious expression.

But her mind was more on Jiang Tian, ​​waiting for the ensuing battle.

"The competition has just begun, you seem to be too happy?"

Yun Zhongtian smiled proudly, his expression was quite indifferent, and there was a murderous intent looming between his brows.

"The competition has indeed just begun, but it will end soon, Yun Zhongtian, let you see my strength!"

Shang Xiyuan laughed wildly, the nine-layered golden sky instantly retracted into his body, the breath around him suddenly changed, and his whole aura suddenly rose!

"Yun Zhongtian, it's rare for you to know the name of "Dangtian Baolu". Yes, it is indeed an extremely high-end technique at the earth level, but do you know that it was originally evolved from a fragment of a heaven-level one? come?"

"A remnant of heaven?"

Yun Zhongtian shrank his eyes, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Even if it is a heaven-level exercise, so what, with your current cultivation base, you can't exert its full power at all!"

"Hahahaha! Now let you see how much power I can display!"

Shang Xiyuan shook his arms, and the aura in his body surged again. The coercion emanating from him has surpassed the realm of the Kaitian Realm, and almost reached the real level of the Moon Grasping Realm!

The void shook violently, and the entire arena was shaking.

It is not uncommon for Open Heaven Realm warriors to possess the combat power of the Moon Grasping Realm, but those who can truly unleash the coercion of the Moon Grasping Realm are rarer than rare.

"It turns out that you have already broken through the bottleneck of cultivation, but you have not stepped into the moon-grassing realm because of the suppressed realm!"

Sensing the opponent's powerful aura, Yun Zhongtian's eyes were unusually dignified, and he spoke coldly, directly revealing the opponent's trump card.

"Hahahaha! That's very well said. It's fine for you to think of me as a warrior of the Opening Heaven Realm, and it's not wrong to think of me as a warrior of the Moon Lane Realm. All in all, you are doomed to fail miserably today!"

Shang Xiyuan snarled, and the pressure around him rose again, and the powerful aura of the Moon Grasping Realm directly enveloped Yun Zhongtian opposite him.

"Since that's the case, I have nothing to hesitate. Even if you are a real moon master, you will still lose today!"

Yun Zhongtian's face darkened, his eyes were full of murderous intent.

With a wave of his right arm, the nine-story sky curtain floating in mid-air shook violently, and the pale golden sky curtain on the top exploded suddenly, turning into nine dazzling golden lights!

The dazzling light seemed to shine like nine spiritual moons in the sky, and the powerful coercion was not inferior to Shang Xiyuan in the slightest, which completely shocked the entire sword test square!

"Hiss! What a terrifying coercion!"

"My God! Could it be that Senior Brother Yun has already advanced to the Moon Grasping Realm?"

"It seems that this is Brother Yun's real trump card!"

"Terrible, simply terrible!"

Everyone exclaimed, and the elders in the spectator seats were also greatly moved.

"In the future, Tian's spiritual power will be concentrated in the false moon, but Yun Zhongtian has quietly cultivated to the level of the 'false moon state'!"

"'False Moon Realm' has always been a legend. I have only seen it in ancient books before, but I didn't expect Yun Zhongtian to actually practice it!"

The so-called "False Moon Realm" is a subtle and magical realm between the Heaven Opening Realm and the Moon Grasping Realm.

It is neither the Opening Sky Realm nor the real Moon Grasping Realm, but it can allow warriors to exert the power of the Moon Grasping Realm level, but it will have a certain counterattack effect on themselves.

Even if it is practiced to this level, it will not be easily used unless it is necessary.

If it wasn't for this competition between the three courts, it would be impossible for Yun Zhongtian to use such a secret method.

He is desperately trying to damage his foundation, and his spiritual power is backlashing, and he wants to take down the opponent!

Everyone's spirits were greatly lifted, so that Yun Zhongtian and Shang Xiyuan stood on the same level again. It was hard to say which one was higher and which one was lower. It depended on the final strength collision.

"It turned out to be the legendary False Moon Realm!"

Looking at the nine groups of golden light floating in mid-air, Shang Xiyuan gradually stopped laughing wildly, and his expression became very dignified.

Yun Zhongtian's ability to cultivate to this level is indeed worthy of the name of the first genius of the Spirit Sword Academy.

"Golden Light Profound Flame, cut!"

Yun Zhongtian uttered cold words, and swung his right arm towards Shang Xiyuan across the air.

Nine clusters of golden light suddenly brightened, condensed into a giant golden blade, and slashed down madly with billowing golden flames!

boom!

The powerful murderous intent enveloped Shang Xiyuan first, as if a huge mountain was pressing down, causing his body to make a "bang bang" sound!

Shang Xiyuan's face was extremely solemn, there was no intention of underestimating the enemy in his eyes, only a strong fighting intent and a terrifying murderous aura!

"The Treasure Record of Swinging Heaven!"

Amidst the roar of anger, Shang Xiyuan's body radiated golden light, and the nine-layer sky curtain flickered nine times in an instant, and a terrifying force rose from his body, blasting towards the golden light and profound flame.

Rumble!

The violent roar shook the entire square, and everyone stared wide-eyed at the confrontation on the ring.

The two forces devoured wildly, and a strong murderous intent filled the audience!

But in the end, no one could completely gain the upper hand, and the fluctuation of spiritual power quickly fell back, but the expressions of the two were different.

"How can it be?"

Yun Zhongtian frowned, his expression slightly shocked.

"Is this the strength of the False Moon Realm? I can't see it that way!"

Shang Xiyuan's face turned pale, a stream of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his breath was restless, like a bloodthirsty beast.

The sword-testing square was completely silent, but soon someone raised a question!