Sen Qiong's strongest blow, 'Purple Star Sword Rain', was just wiped out by a sword, and it was vulnerable to a single blow, and the thick and fierce sword killing slashed towards him.

He didn't have time to think about it, and he used the six-inch-thick Zhengang to resist.

But the rusty big iron giant sword, with just a slash, that Zhengang shattered, shaking his body out, and a blood mist exploded on his body.

"Get the hell out of here!"

Dillon's tiger eyes were round, like a pair of barbarian king eyes, and he suddenly glared, making Sen Qiong's heart tremble.

The great iron greatsword did not stop for a moment, and slashed forward, like a sacred mountain pressing down.

Sen Qiong's liver was broken, and he roared: "I admit defeat!"

The loud voice echoed in the Sword Venerable Stage, listening to everyone's ears, and suddenly felt so unreal.

Bang!

The fierce heavy sword momentum also pressed Sen Qiong's body, pressing his body to the ground, and the big iron giant sword also stopped in midair.

Wave after wave of heavy sword momentum, but the constant impact of the forest dome vomited blood.

Dillon also stopped in front of the forest dome, his round eyes looking down on him.

The crowd was collectively petrified, and the earth-shattering reversal really happened in front of him, the outer disciples of the fourfold peak of Zhengang, and the disciples of the sixfold of the inner gate Zhengang won against them.

And Sen Qiong, who was pressed by the sword momentum, squatted on the battle platform and vomited blood, which was too embarrassing.

"This guy—"

The disciples in the outer gate froze all their expressions, and suddenly felt that their own vision had narrowed.

Dillon is not crazy, nor stupid, nor is he humiliated.

It's that he has his own self-confidence, has the power to surpass them and defeat his opponents, Dillon, no one dares to underestimate him anymore, and no one dares to bully the once stupid big man.

Looking at the figure of the tyrant on the battle platform, those disciples who had previously snatched Dillon's sword at Sword Shrine Peak, those disciples who had bullied Dillon, instantly felt their hearts twitching, and they couldn't withstand the blow in front of them.

Even Wu Fatzi and a few others were surprised and shocked, and secretly smiled bitterly.

"This guy is worrying, but give my brother a few long faces. ”

After Wu Fatzi was worried, he laughed heartily again, laughing heartily.

There is not much money, Gao Dingtian and Luohou also laughed, this guy is Lin Jingyu's brother and their ...... Brothers!

"This kid is really good!"

On the battle platform, countless elders praised it, and they fought against the two realms against the opponent, and they also won.

Getting such an excellent disciple is a blessing for the Sword Sect.

"It's that sword that gives him great combat power, and that sword has a weirdness. ”

Jian Jiuxiao, Chen Cheng, Elder Mo and the others all realized the problem, the rusty big iron black sword was not ordinary.

"Ahem!"

Sen Qiong coughed up blood wildly, his body trembled, and he squatted and knelt in front of Dillon, an outer disciple, which made him extremely humiliated.

He threatened to defeat Dillon in one move and looked down on Dillon, but now, he was defeated and forced to shout the word admit defeat, shame!

"I'm in his hands, I can't support three moves, and now, you can't even beat me, so you dare to challenge him, do you have that qualification?"

Dillon hummed out, and the words he stated were extremely sarcastic.

It made Sen Qiong embarrassed himself, everyone looked down, strange eyes, scratched his heart over and over again, and slapped his face, it hurt too much.

It hurt more than Dillon badly wounding him.

Playing tricks, he is useless, and now even his strength is weak, he was defeated by the outer disciples, and moreover, an "ordinary person" who can only support three moves under Lin Jingyu.

"Is this guy angry for Lin Jingyu?"

The inner disciples are all staring down, this year's outer disciples are really not simple, the name Dillon, they remember.

"He allowed you to come to power, take risks to fight me, defeat me, is it just to vent a bad breath for him, humiliate me, and exalt him? ”

Sen Qiong slowly stood up and turned his head to glance at Lin Jingyu, his eyes full of hatred.

Lin Jingyu let a person with low strength come to defeat him, did he want to tell him that he was not qualified to challenge him?

What a Lin Jingyu!

Resentful in his heart, he stepped off the battlefield.

"I think you're wrong!" Dillon's voice suddenly sounded, making Sen Qiong pause, turning his head to look, but Dillon looked at Lin Jingyu with a smile, and said: "He asked me to go to the battle stage, not because he humiliated you, you think too highly of yourself." ”

"Hmm-"

It's not to humiliate him, this sentence made Sen Qiong stunned.

Immediately, Dillon grinned: "That's because he knows that I have reached the peak of the Zhengang Quadruple, and I am short of a sparring partner to impact the Zhengang Quadruple Peak, so he chose you, you did not disappoint me, now you understand." ”

At this moment, he finally broke through the Zhengang Fivefold.

As soon as Dillon's words came out, everyone looked at Lin Jingyu, it turned out that Lin Jingyu endured this breath for Dillon, looking for a sparring partner.

This friendship is indeed ...... Envy!

Sen Qiong didn't say a word, turned and left, which hit him more than humiliating him.

It turned out that everything was self-righteous to him, and Lin Jingyu didn't take him in his eyes from beginning to end, but just treated him as a sparring partner and teased him.

No one pities him, everything is his own fault.

Poor man, there must be something hateful, he was jealous before, but he still can't control his mouth, who can he complain about.

Dillon stood on the battle platform, glanced at the crowd, and finally released a breath in his chest, at this moment, he wanted to tell his parents in heaven that he had lived up to their efforts.

"I can't speak, but, thank you!"

Stepping off the stage, Dillon walked towards Lin Jingyu and grinned.

Lin Jingyu gave him terrible resources, and gave him a big black iron sword, which was even more terrifying, helping him become famous in a fight.

"Break through, consolidate it. ”

Lin Jingyu smiled, and didn't tell him that the big iron black sword was a real weapon that even the Spirit Infant Realm had to go crazy for, the Juque heavy sword, which was refined from Juque Mountain, and was born for the way of the heavy sword.

"Hmm!"

Dillon nodded.

"Big man, you're amazing. ”

A group of girls in Bixia Peak were excited and shouted, making Dillon blush.

The battle was boiling because of Dillon, and the next battle was even more boiling, and the battle platform was shaken.

The outer gate is a ranked match, while the inner gate is a challenge match.

They are all low rankings, or no rankings, challenging high rankings, there are successes and failures.

Outside the Jianzun platform, on a pillar, the rankings of hundreds of names are constantly changing, indicating the fierceness of the big competition.

However, in the top position, the three words of sword Wuchen were shaken.

The sword is dustless!

Lin Jingyu's eyes turned away, and Jian Wuchen also looked over, and the two eyes met in the void.

"Boom!"

But at this moment, a figure suddenly stepped onto the battle platform, standing like a sword, with a sharp edge.

"Ranked fourth in the last session, Liu Xuan!"

The inner disciple's eyes lit up, and he was attracted to the past, ranking fourth, then, he was afraid that he would only challenge the top three.

The top three positions, first, Jian Wuchen, second, Qin Keqing, third, forget!

Liu Xuan's eyes turned in one direction, which was the direction of Jian Wuchen, and shouted loudly: "I, Liu Xuan, challenge the first person in the Sword Sect, Jian Wuchen!"

The voice is loud, but what really shocks people's hearts is the three words 'sword without dust'.

The first person of the Sword Sect, the stars hold the moon, the myth and pride of the Sword Sect cannot be violated, and someone actually named and challenged it.

Jian Wuchen's gaze also retracted, turned to the battle platform, and his indifferent eyes burst out with a sharp edge, for a long time, no one had shouted his name so loudly for a long time.

He stepped onto the battle platform, came to Liu Xuan's side, and said indifferently: "You should know my rules, it's too late to regret it now." ”

"Victory, you can't keep it first, defeat, I'll die!"

Liu Xuan spit out a sentence.

This is the rule set by Jian Wuchen, which has continued to the present, every big competition, every battle.

The glory of the first person in Jian Wuchen is pride and inviolability, and in order to defend and deter, only by making every challenger pay a heavy price can deterrence be created.

This is engraved in the hearts of the inner disciples, and no one is offended, unless they are impatient.

But they didn't expect that Liu Xuan, the fourth-ranked guy, would actually challenge Jian Wuchen over the ranking.

Between the top ten, a ranking gap is extremely difficult to cross, let alone the first person who is high and dazzling.

Liu Xuan knew it, but why did he still choose to fight?

Under the cliff, Elder Mo frowned, and sighed in his heart, as if he was a few years older.

The other elders looked strange, but they were silent.