"Ahhhh

"He's looking at me, no, I'm going to die..."

"He is worthy of being a famous Nanshan swordsman in the Holy Domain, and when I look at him, I feel like I'm looking at a sharp sword. ”

Song Wei calmly came to the Great Elder under the attention of everyone, and saluted respectfully: "Meet the Great Elder." ”

Seeing that the other party's demeanor was outstanding, the Great Elder couldn't help but nod secretly, a smile appeared on his face unconsciously, and he said, "Holy Son Song Wei, today's annual ranking Ji Ming is challenging you, can you fight?"

"The disciple should fight. Song Wei's face was not shocked, and he nodded in response.

Ji Ming, who was on the side, looked at Song Wei with a warlike gaze, but Song Wei was calm as if he hadn't seen it.

"On the main challenge platform, Ji Ming, the third core disciple, challenged Song Wei, the twenty-fourth holy son. ”

Mo Qingyu in the audience thought in his heart, Ji Ming ranked third in this total competition, so he was the third among the core disciples, so Song Wei was called the twenty-four holy sons, could it be that he was ranked twenty-four among the holy sons? It should be so, the strength of the Extreme Dao Sect is obviously separated, since Song Wei is called the twenty-four holy sons, it is most likely because he ranks twenty-four among the holy sons.

A moment later, amid a burst of cheers, Song Wei and Ji Ming ascended the main challenge platform.

In front of the audience, the area where the Holy Son and the Holy Daughter are located.

"I'll talk about a few, who do you think will win?" said the Holy Son Wu Dongxian to a few people beside him.

"Song Wei. The Holy Son Pang Li and the Holy Son Liang Chao, who were sitting next to the Holy Son Wu Dongxian, immediately said without thinking.

"Indeed, although Ji Ming is among the top core disciples, he is far worse than us. Holy Son Wu Dongxian smiled a little disdainfully, turned his head to look at an indifferent young man with purple hair behind him, and asked, "Brother Ling, who do you say will win?"

The purple-haired indifferent young man glanced at Wu Dongxian when he heard this, but did not speak, ignoring him.

Seeing this, Wu Dongxian pursed his mouth helplessly, said no more, and looked at the main challenge platform.

The purple-haired indifferent young man named Lei Ling is a disciple of the sect leader Ji Wuming, and he is also the first person among the current holy sons, and one of the most powerful contenders for the next sect master.

Although Wu Dongxian's ranking among the Holy Sons is not low, he is very different from Lei Ling, the other party has always been this cold appearance, and he has long been used to it.

On the main challenge platform, Song Wei stood opposite Ji Ming, who was holding a sword in his arms, and his eyes were full of war.

"Song Wei, do you know how hard I have worked this year to fight with you?" Ji Ming looked at Song Wei with an indifferent face, with some nostalgia in his eyes, and more undisguised battle intent.

Hearing this, Song Wei showed some thought in his eyes, and asked, "Who are you?"

There was no intention in Song Wei's expression, he had indeed forgotten who Ji Ming was, for him, defeating Ji Ming was just a trivial matter, he had experienced too much in the year he had become a holy son, and he really couldn't remember who Ji Ming was.

"You?!" Ji Ming was furious when he heard this, felt deeply humiliated, and yelled in his mouth: "Arrogance!"

Ji Ming, who was furious, directly cast the body of the immovable Ming King, opened the lion state, and the Ming King opened his eyes!

Song Wei stood in place and watched Ji Ming make such a series of movements and rush towards him, without the slightest movement from beginning to end, and even his expression did not change in the slightest.

Clang!

When he opened his eyes, the golden pestle in the six arms of King Ming bloomed, and it was about to fall on Song Wei's body, and there was a flash of silver light in front of him.

Ji Ming's movements suddenly stopped, and the body of the King of Fudo Ming behind him disappeared, and a few blood marks appeared on his clothes at some point, and blood was seeping out.

"You..." Ji Ming looked at Song Wei, who was still standing calmly with a sheathed sword in his arms, and had mixed feelings in his heart, his eyes went dark, and he fainted.

"What's the situation?!"

"Why did Senior Brother Ji Ming faint suddenly?"

"I saw a silver light just now, is it Song Wei's holy son out of the sword?"

"It's so weird, I didn't even see him draw his sword, and Senior Brother Ji Ming was suddenly injured and fainted. ”

Looking at the situation on the stage, the Holy Son Wu Dongxian said a little boringly: "It's too boring, the difference in strength is too big." ”

The Holy Son Pang Li beside him looked at Song Wei who walked back from the stage, and a gleam flashed in his eyes, and he said: "Song Wei was ranked twenty-four when he became the Holy Son, he has grown up very quickly this year, and his fast sword just now is probably close to the top ten." ”

A few people around nodded secretly, vigilant in their hearts, their ranking was around ten, Song Wei's rise was too fast, and it threatened their status after becoming the Holy Son a year later.

Mo Qingyu, who was in the audience, was shocked by Song Wei's sword speed just now, and with his own powerful soul power, Mo Qingyu barely captured the trajectory of Song Wei's sword.

Within half a second, Song Wei took out his sword, and after drawing six swords in a row, he retracted the sword, and the action was completed in one go.

His movements were too fast, and it was difficult for the naked eye to catch them, so in the eyes of those disciples and guests who were not strong enough, Song Wei just shook his hand just now, and returned to his original posture, with the illusion that he didn't make a move.

"This is the Holy Son, it's really strong..."Mo Qingyu thought secretly in his heart, and he had a deeper understanding of the strength of the Holy Son.

Song Wei's cultivation was only in the late stage of the Hidden Realm, but he lightly defeated Ji Ming, who was at the peak of the middle stage of the Hidden Realm, in half a second.

You must know that Ji Ming is not an ordinary peak powerhouse in the middle stage of the Hidden Realm, but a top genius with strength comparable to the late stage of the Hidden Realm.

Suddenly, a word floated through Mo Qingyu's mind, Tianjiao.

The chosen one.

Song Wei's Tianzi is far more than Ji Ming's is no longer enough to be called a top genius, he is the pride of heaven and is favored by heaven.

Twenty-third Holy Son, there are still twenty-two Tianjiao who are stronger than Song Wei in the Extreme Dao Sect?

Thinking of this, a sense of crisis rose in Mo Qingyu's heart, he originally thought that he was already talented, but now he found that he was too short-sighted before, and it turned out that there were so many Tianjiao figures in the Extreme Dao Sect.

After a moment, Mo whispered with relief, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, wasn't this what he wanted?

The sky is arrogant, so that there is motivation and the goal of competition, and it can also make the boring cultivation more attractive.

In the midst of the uproar, Ji Ming, who had fainted, was carried aside by two deacons with tools for treatment.

The Great Elder appeared on the main challenge platform and looked around, and the hustle and bustle around him immediately disappeared.

The Great Elder nodded with satisfaction, looked at Mo Qingyu and Tian Zhuang and said, "You see, Ji Ming's challenge to the Holy Son Song Wei was defeated very quickly, do you still want to continue to challenge the Holy Son?"

"Great Elder, I want to challenge the Holy Son King. Grange was unmoved, unaffected by Ji Ming's fiasco before, and said with a firm gaze.