Kyushu Daoist Master

"Looking at his sword technique, he should be practicing the sword cut against the wind. This sword technique is very ordinary and there is nothing amazing about it. But why does it become so extraordinary in his hands?"

This time, it was Zhang Chengxuan who spoke. He was in charge of the Qingyang Peak Library. He knew the most about martial arts in the field. He pointed out the sword technique that Yang Ze practiced at a glance.

"Such pure killing intent. There are not many martial arts in the entire martial arts academy that can practice such killing intent. And the sword energy, although it cannot be compared with the powerful sword cultivators, it is not simple to appear in a registered disciple who has not even entered the first-grade bone tempering realm."

Another elder spoke. He looked at Yang Ze with admiration in his eyes.

"Okay, everyone, put away your thoughts. This Yang Ze was brought back by Elder Ning. Judging from Elder Ning's appearance, he attaches great importance to him.

You should all know what kind of personality Elder Ning has. You'd better not mess with the people he likes." Xie Yuan spoke for the first time. As soon as he spoke, the field became quiet.

Of course, they were not afraid of Xie Yuan, but Ning Teng mentioned by Xie Yuan. As a result, any thoughts about Yang Ze in their hearts were restrained.

After experiencing a strange encounter in the library, Yang Ze's mastery of swordsmanship has reached a higher level. In addition, the windward sword slash reproduced in the black stone is more perfect. Yang Ze's swordsmanship has finally reached a higher level.

Yang Ze on the stage didn't know that he had been noticed by a group of fifth-grade elders because of his improved swordsmanship. At this moment, all his mind was on this sword. He wanted to use the strongest sword he could use at this time!

When the air wave pushed out by Shui Ziming's palms reached him, Yang Ze's momentum finally reached a peak, and the bloody sword in his hand suddenly slashed out.

This sword affected the killing intent of the entire stage, brought a strong sword momentum, and it was like an overwhelming force, concentrated in that sword, and finally turned into a sword energy and slashed down.

The moment the Qi wave and the sword Qi touched each other, the killing intent surged out, directly tearing the Qi wave apart. The true essence inside could not stop the killing intent, nor could it stop the sword Qi.

The true essence disintegrated, the Qi wave dissipated, and the sword Qi was fierce, with no sign of stopping. It cut a crack on the ground of the ring and slashed towards Shui Ziming.

Shui Ziming's face changed drastically, and the only true essence left in his body was used. As a result, his true essence that could crush the true essence was as fragile as a piece of paper under the sword Qi, and was directly broken.

At this time, Shui Ziming no longer had any way to stop Yang Ze's attack. He was directly exposed to the attack of the sword Qi.

Shui Ziming could no longer keep a calm face. He looked horrified. He retreated and wanted to dodge, but he couldn't dodge at all. The speed of the sword Qi was too fast, so fast that he had no chance to escape.

In the face of life and death crisis, Shui Ziming didn't care about his face and shouted loudly, "I give up!"

When he shouted, the deacon below took a step forward and was already on the ring. The true essence emanated from the deacon's hands, forming a layer of protection to protect Shui Ziming's body.

The moment the protection was formed, the sword energy blasted down.

Bang!

A huge force and shock wave burst out at this time, and half of the ring collapsed directly at this time. Smoke and dust rose from the ground, and Shui Ziming, who was in the center, was blurred in the smoke and dust.

The next moment, the deacon finally arrived, waved his hand, and a suction force emanated from his palm, sucking Shui Ziming's body up.

At this time, Shui Ziming had fainted. Although the last layer of protection protected him from injury, it was only a temporary arrangement made by the third-grade deacon in a hurry. There was no problem in protecting Shui Ziming, but there was no way to protect him completely. Under the influence of the violent shock, Shui Ziming couldn't resist and fainted.

Yang Ze put away his knife. His face was pale and his body was shaking.

This knife almost drained all his energy. Seeing Shui Ziming defeated, he was relieved and almost couldn't stand.

He won. He finally defeated Shui Ziming, a half-step first-grade registered disciple. Unfortunately, he didn't have the chance to kill Shui Ziming in this martial arts competition.

Otherwise, it would not be impossible to kill Shui Ziming with the power of his knife.

The deacon announced Yang Ze's victory. On the surrounding stands, one side immediately heard a deafening shout, and Yang Ze's eyes were immediately attracted to it.

Most of the people gathered at that position were registered disciples of the Ding District. Seeing Yang Ze show his power and defeat Shui Ziming, these people went crazy, screaming loudly and shouting Yang Ze's name.

During the three years when the sect rules were loose, the Yishui Sect did a lot of evil things in the Ding District. Now the sect leader was defeated by someone, and was defeated by a ninth-level true energy, which made them all breathe a sigh of relief.

Listening to the shouts, Yang Ze's tired heart was filled with pride. These people were cheering for him. Few people could easily refuse this feeling.

Clenching his fists, Yang Ze sat cross-legged and took out some healing medicines that he had prepared.

After so many battles, Yang Ze's consumption was too great this time. If he didn't recover, he would have no strength to fight again.

He had prepared a lot of Qi-recovering powder in advance. Yang Ze picked up a bottle and swallowed it directly. Then he began to practice the exercises and began to restore his true energy.

He didn't dare to use the black stone in this situation. The black stone would emit light. The five-level elders on the stage were watching every move in the field. If those people discovered his secret, Yang Ze would be caught on the spot.

So for the sake of caution, Yang Ze could only rely on himself to recover.

Fortunately, he couldn't afford the Qi-recovering pill, but he could still afford the Qi-recovering powder, and the Qi-recovering powder was completely enough for these registered disciples with low cultivation.

...

After two hours, Yang Ze heard a sound in his ear. He stopped practicing the exercises, opened his eyes, and looked around.

Some of the surrounding arenas were damaged, and there were bloodstains on the damaged arenas, proving that there had been a fierce battle there.

Now, of the hundreds of thousands of registered disciples, only the last twenty-five remained, and he was one step closer to the top ten registered disciples.

A voice called from the side, Yang Ze looked up and found that a deacon called him over, so he walked over.

After getting off the stage, the other twenty-four registered disciples also walked down, and they were led by these deacons to the high platform.

When they walked to the bottom of the high platform, they stopped, and the deacons who led them retreated at this time.

Seeing this scene, Yang Ze's heart tightened. He finally waited for this moment. Now, the top ten registered disciples had to be decided.

There was no need to fight again to select the last ten people from these twenty-five registered disciples, but there was another ceremony.

Thinking of this ceremony, Yang Ze looked up at the high platform. Standing here and looking over, he could finally see the elders sitting on it clearly.

But just as his gaze extended upward, a breath fell, his eyes hurt, and his head automatically lowered, not daring to look up again.

Yang Ze began to curse these elders in his heart. They really knew how to put on airs. Just a glance shocked him and didn't let him look.

Although he cursed in his heart, at least Yang Ze didn't dare to show it on the surface. After his eyes recovered, Yang Ze didn't dare to look up again, and could only look forward.

As a result, at this time, there was a whistle on the high platform, and a three-meter-high stone tablet crashed in front of them.

The surface of the stone tablet was very mottled, but the moment it appeared, it made their eyes focus on it.

"You will each step forward later. The ten people who can successfully leave their names on the stone tablet will be the top ten registered disciples of this martial arts competition!" Xie Yuan's voice reached everyone's ears. They were all familiar with the rules, but no one asked questions.

Yang Ze stared at the stone tablet. This was a stone tablet specially made by Qingyang Hall. The stone tablet contained the true essence of a fifth-grade Qi Hai realm warrior, which formed a pressure.

If you want to leave your name on the stone tablet, you must be able to withstand this pressure. Finally, after everyone's name is left on it, the stone tablet will be cleaned, leaving the ten names with the deepest imprints, and the rest of the names will be washed away.

The ten names left behind are the final ten top registered disciples.

There is no limit to the means of leaving your name on the stone tablet. You can use weapons or not. It is precisely because of this rule that Yang Ze would think about snatching a seat for the top ten registered disciples. He has a top-grade weapon, which is equivalent to surpassing others by a large margin.

"Let's start." Xie Yuan's order came down, and Yang Ze and others began to step forward in turn according to the previously arranged team.

The first one to step forward was a woman of half a step to the first rank. This woman had an ordinary appearance. She stared at the stone tablet, raised her right hand, and pressed it.

During this process, an invisible wave spread out from the stone tablet, preventing the woman's hand from continuing to press down, but the woman's true energy spread out, staring at this pressure, and finally fell on the stone tablet at an extremely slow speed.

At the moment of contact, a ray of true energy jumped out from the woman's fingertips, maintaining it without dissipating, and engraved her name on it.