Peerless Sword God

Chapter 4648 Who is third?

Someone said sourly: "Sage Yunfeng is just lucky. With the guidance of Saint Son of Heavenly Sword, his strength has improved by leaps and bounds. Otherwise, how could he have achieved such a high ranking?"

Saint Son of Wanjian and Saint Son of Chongtian looked at each other and sighed together: "If we had known that Saint Son of Heavenly Sword was so powerful, we should have consulted him in the first place."

"nonsense!"

The Holy Son of Chongtian shook his head and said with a depressed face: "You're okay, you're ranked ninth, what about me? I'm fourteenth?"

"I was eighth in the last term."

Saint Wanjian retorted, and then he laughed and said: "That's right, this ranking is enough. Who said there are three monsters in this class?"

"Bah, you still behave well when you get an advantage."

The Holy Son of Chongtian rolled his eyes at him.

Looking at the ninth place, it is the Holy Son of Star Punishment;

The Tenth Saint of Liyuan;

Eleventh Son of Yanghe;

The twelfth Saint Yanqing;

The Thirteenth Qinqing Saint;

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When the rankings of Holy Son Xuhuai and others came out, it was already the evening of the fourteenth day of the finals.

Saint Son of Wanjian looked at Saint Son of Mingye and wondered: "Why doesn't he take action?"

"Who knows? Maybe he is considering whether he should challenge Saint Son of Heavenly Sword or Holy Maiden of Huanzhen." Saint Son of Chongtian said casually.

Hearing this, Saint Wanjian joked with a smile: "You have become smarter. You can actually guess what he is thinking."

"Are you insulting my IQ? Apart from challenging Holy Son of Heavenly Sword and Saint of Huanzhen, who else can he challenge now?" Holy Son of Chongtian said angrily.

"I'm kidding you, why are you so angry?"

Wan Jian Shengzi looked like the two brothers were good friends, patted his shoulder and said: "If I were him, I would challenge Tianjian Shengzi. If I win, I will be the first."

"What if he loses?" Saint Son Chongtian asked.

"If you lose, compete with Saint Huanzhen for second place." Saint Wanjian said matter-of-factly.

"Then what do you think he will choose?" Holy Son Chongtian asked again.

"I'm not him, how do I know?" Saint Wanjian chuckled.

"You said nonsense again."

Holy Son Chongtian glared at him, then looked at the young man in silver next to him, and asked: "Qiantian, what do you think?"

Holy Son Qiantian said without hesitation: "He will challenge Saint Huanzhen."

"Why?" Saint Son Chongtian asked.

"Because he is Ming Ye."

The one who spoke was not Saint Son Qiantian, but Saint Son Killer.

He looked sternly, seeing that Saint Zhongtian was confused, and continued: "His goal is to be number one, to compete with Saint Huanzhen for first place."

"But the Holy Son of Heavenly Sword disrupted his plan, so he has to defeat Saint Huanzhen first and prove to us that what the Holy Son of Heavenly Sword can do, he can also do."

Holy Son Qiantian nodded and added: "With the power of great victory, Holy Son Zhantian Sword, strive for the first place and achieve your wish."

The Holy Son Chongtian suddenly realized, and said with a click of his tongue: "This guy has such great ambitions."

"Then he must defeat the Holy Maiden of Fantasy first."

Holy Son Wanjian snorted, hoping to see Holy Son Mingye fail.

On the morning of the fifteenth day of the finals, the sun rose in the east. The sunlight was rippling inside and outside the Zishan Mountains like running water, and the morning breeze made people feel relaxed and happy.

"The Holy Son of Mingye has come to the stage."

A cry broke the calm.

Uh-huh!

The Holy Son of Mingye ascended the sword platform.

As expected, he chose to challenge the Saint of Huanzhen as expected by Saint Son of Killing and Saint Son of Qiantian.

Everyone who didn't know what Saint Son Ming Ye was thinking was disappointed when they saw this.

Why didn't he challenge the Heavenly Sword Saint?

Holy Son Yunfeng said belatedly: "Sir of Heavenly Sword, he wants to defeat Saint Huanzhen and then compete with you."

"Um."

Lin Chen had expected it.

Regardless of victory or defeat, it would not affect his state of mind.

Leaving aside some mental energy to watch the battle, Lin Chen used most of his energy to comprehend the sixth level of swordsmanship.

Uh-huh!

At the other end, the Holy Maiden of Huanzhen stepped onto the sword platform with her feet stepping on the white light. Her white skirt fluttered and her face was pure, like a blooming orchid.

Many saints and disciples looked eagerly at the goddess in their hearts and cheered for her.

There seemed to be no beauty in Ming Ye's eyes. He was still as lonely as darkness. He said expressionlessly: "You make the first move." He had nothing to say to Saint Huan Zhen.

The Holy Maiden of Huan Zhen also had nothing to say to him. She raised her jade hand lightly and took out the divine sword of her destiny.

The sword way and the void divine way emanated from her body and merged into the sword. With a swish, the sword light flashed, and the scene in front of her changed drastically.

Thousands of phantom saints appeared on the sword platform. It was impossible to tell which one was real and which one was fake. They all held divine swords and attacked the Holy Son of Ming Ye.

After a while, various roars, screams, and shouts of killing were heard again, shattering the air in front of Mingye Saint Son, and the void whined endlessly.

The Holy Son of Mingye instantly saw countless demons and ghosts, attacking from all directions, as if they wanted to tear him into pieces.

But his eyes were cold and he said coldly: "He can break your illusion, and so can I."

Before he finished speaking, the ink-like aura of the netherworld and the aura of darkness surged out of his body like a tide, and black lightning tore out.

The four-dimensional space was distorted, with wrinkles like wrinkles appearing, and a silver light like pear blossoms glowing, but it was quickly swallowed up by darkness.

Buzz!

Saint Mingye's momentum gradually increased, and the ink sword in his hand suddenly let out a sword whistle, pointing forward.

The void suddenly exploded with a rumble, and the sky suddenly darkened, blocking the morning sun and the morning breeze, leaving only absolute darkness that was so dark that one could not see one's hand in front of one's face.

This is the netherworld with a dark world hidden inside, boundless and boundless, hiding countless horrors.

Swish!

The Saint of Dark Night stepped into it with a sword and disappeared.

The next moment, the netherworld moved forward, and suddenly a terrifying power was raised, shaking the saints of Huanzhen into powder, and the demons and monsters were also devastated.

In a few breaths, the darkness enveloped the direction of the sword platform where the Saint of Huanzhen was just now, and a misty netherworld aura floated out, making people palpitate and uneasy.

Seeing this, the saints and disciples who admired the Saint of Huanzhen could not help but worry about her.

"Has the Saint of Huanzhen fallen behind so quickly?"

The Saints of Xuhuai, Shimie and Qiantian all showed a hint of surprise.

After all, they had personally experienced the powerful illusion, which was real and fake, overlapping, and had strong attacks, and could also affect the spirit and will!

Suddenly, a loud rumbling sound came from the darkness, and an illusory aura burst out, and from time to time the graceful figure of the Saint of Illusion and Truth flashed.

Those admirers immediately cheered for her, hoping to see the Son of the Dark Night defeated by her sword.

The movement on the sword platform lasted for nearly a cup of tea, and white and black sword energy was shot out from time to time, rushing up sword waves thousands of feet high.

Not long after, the sword platform gradually calmed down, and then a white sword energy pierced through the darkness, flew high, and then slowly fell.

A ball of flawless white light burst out from the darkness, which was particularly gorgeous and dazzling, but soon fell on the sword platform.

The white light dissipated, revealing a pure and beautiful woman in a white dress, but her face was pale, her eyebrows were tightly knitted, her body was trembling, and the sword in her hand was wailing.

"Ah!"

The saints and disciples who admired Saint Huanzhen cried out in unison, as if their hearts were broken, and their minds went blank.

Saint Xuhuai and his disciples stood up almost at the same time, and said in shock: "Huanzhen lost?"