Fighting beyond the ranks has always been the yearning of every monk. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThis is especially true of Kenshu, who is known for his combat effectiveness.

However, for the vast majority of monks, this is just a yearning. Because, this is the patent of genius. Moreover, even if it is a genius, it is often different levels of the same realm, such as the early and late stages of Jian Gang Chengqi. Like Du Xuan, who directly crossed the realm to challenge, and won the battle, looking at the entire Sword Sect, there were very few.

This kind of genius has always been a strong contender for the future Sword Sect Master. Although Du Xuan's strength is still weak now, he already has this potential for those who have a heart.

At this time, no one dared to look down on Du Xuan, and those who were originally inferior to Du Xuan began to follow Du Xuan's example, wanting to achieve the same achievements as Du Xuan by practicing swords in the water.

This kind of imitation is the reason why Du Xuan is so high-profile. The specific effect, Du Xuan knows very well, it is definitely not much better, let alone the same as him. However, that is exactly what he is trying to do, and without that, his genius cannot be highlighted even more. The word "genius", he wants to completely brand his own label. Only in this way can he obtain the qualification to talk to Dongyang Zheng, the Sword Sect Haoyue, in the shortest possible time.

"Who else?"

Du Xuan was unhurried and calm. He is different from others, he is not afraid of challenges, but he is afraid that there will not be enough people to challenge, so he does not dare to show too exaggerated.

Female cultivator Leng Yue could feel that Du Xuan's gaze was on her, after all, she was ready to challenge Shi Zhongjun along with Wang Ruofei and Chu Lang before, and she also humiliated Du Xuan.

Before Wang Ruofei and Chu Lang came to power, Leng Yue definitely rushed to the stage without hesitation. Although she was a nun, she was a belligerent person. But now, she is stubbornly suppressing her temper and becoming a turtle with a shrunken head. There is no way, knowing that he will fail and be seriously injured, the fool will go up.

"In the past, the qualification competition for the list of the Metropolitan Tiger List was like a carp crossing the river, there were countless of them, but now it seems that it is not necessarily the case!" Du Xuan's voice sounded again, as calm and gentle as ever, but because of this, listening to the ears of the disciples who were qualified to compete for the Tiger List, he felt more and more harsh.

"I'm coming!"

After a moment of silence, a cold voice sounded, "I saw you fighting over the ranks, you have good talents, and I intend to promote you, since you don't appreciate it, don't blame me for being polite." ”

The person who spoke was dressed in a black cloak, covering his whole body inside, and wearing a ghost mask on his face, looking eerie. As he spoke, black clouds and mist poured out silently from under his feet, carrying him towards the Sword Table.

The black clouds kept churning and changing, manifesting all kinds of grimaces.

"It's the Dementor Sword!"

"The ghost cries and the god howls, the child stops crying!"

"I don't know if he can block Li Qingyang's throw?"

"It should be possible, his Ten Thousand Ghost Sword Qi is unique, and the Sky Crying Sword is a high-grade magic weapon," said this, this one is not confident anymore, after all, no matter how good the magic weapon is, it can't exert its power, and it is in vain.

"Is it convenient for senior brother to dress like this?" Du Xuan knew that there must be something strange in it when he saw the image of this person, so he opened his mouth tentatively.

"It's inconvenient, I don't need you to worry about it," Wan Guizang replied coldly, "However, I saw that you defeated the enemy with one sword after another, quite chic, I also have a sword, I don't know if you dare to take it? If you dare to take it, if you take it, I will admit defeat by myself!"

"Why don't you dare?" Du Xuan was arrogant, "Let you come with ten thousand swords, I will go with one sword!"

"Okay, my sword name is ......"

Wan Guizang didn't finish speaking, but he was cut off by Du Xuan, "You don't need to sign up, I don't dare to be interested, you can just make a move!"

"Then take it! Ten thousand ghosts cry at night!"

Although Du Xuan said that he didn't need to say his name, Wanguizang also had his own pride.

With the sound, the Heavenly Crying Sword was like quicksand, and it suddenly dispersed, turning into a black cloud and mist, enveloping Wanguizang's entire person inside.

The clouds and mist engulfed Wanguizang, as if they had eaten some great tonic elixir, and they expanded rapidly for dozens of zhang, and one by one skulls emerged from it, whimpering frantically and chirping, like ghosts coming to the world!

Although the ghost cloud was huge, its speed was not slow, and it was extremely fast, enveloping Du Xuan.

"Good means, all the ghosts appear together, see where he throws it?"

Seeing this scene, many Sword Sect disciples who were willing to compete for the qualification of the Tiger List secretly jumped in their hearts. There is no way, they have no confidence in fighting against Du Xuan, and they can only pin their hopes on others.

Seeing this, Du Xuan didn't dodge or dodge, allowing the gloomy ghost cloud to envelop and engulf it.

Hidden in the shadows, the time drives hundreds of ghosts to kill thousands of them. However, Du Xuan did not waver, but those ghosts only dared to threaten from afar, and did not dare to approach at all.

How did Wan Gui Zang know that Du Xuan's divine soul was a ghost, although his true martial god body had not been cultivated, his strength was no longer inferior to the ghost soldiers, it was an innate essence, how could these wandering souls dare to devour it?

"But Erl!"

Du Xuan saw that the ghost thing did not move, and Wanguizang had no other means, but he no longer delayed time, and with a loud shout, the divine seal vibrate, and Wanguizang, which disappeared in the ghost clouds, was like a candle in Du Xuan's eyes, "Throw it away!"

With a wave of his right hand, the sword light rose again, splitting the river and breaking the stream, slashing through the ghost cloud, slashing at Wan Guizang's body, piercing his sword.

"Brother Li is smart, I'm convinced!"

Wanguizang spilled blood from his mouth, but he still tried his best to hold his fists as a salute. His feeling was the clearest, and he knew that although Du Xuan showed only the power of a sword, he hid more. This kind of person is far from being something he can fight against, even if he can't make friends, he must avoid making enemies.

If Du Xuan was really a person from the Tianhe Sword Realm, he wouldn't mind making Wan Guizang a friend, but now, for the sake of his own plan, he could only nod and maintain his pride.

"Is there anyone else?" Du Xuan spoke again.

This time, outside the tiger list, no one spoke, and Du Xuan's eyes were directed, and they all lowered their heads to avoid it, for fear that Du Xuan would name him. The elites on the Tiger List are self-reliant and look from the sidelines.

After waiting for a while, Du Xuan saw that there was no one to challenge, but he secretly felt pity in his heart. "It's still too strong, otherwise, there would have to be seven or eight people to challenge. Now, although the effect is good, it is not perfect after all! But it can only be like this, how can everything be as good as it should be?"

Du Xuan walked down the sword platform and was about to leave, but a voice came, "Come and sit in my quicksand courtyard when you have time!"

"And my Shanhai Courtyard!"

Du Xuan looked back at the two of them, and both nodded their heads, but that's all.