"In this competition, the Sky Splitting Sword Sect wins!"

As soon as these words came out, the entire Fighting Sword Palace boiled again. The Heaven Splitting Sword Sect was able to win, and it all depended on Ling Dao's strength alone, and the other disciples of the Heaven Splitting Sword Sect had no merit at all. The twenty peak disciples of the Chongxiao Realm were all defeated by Ling Dao.

Ouyang Susu and the others were no match for those disciples of the Heavy Sword Sect at all. If Ling Dao hadn't been strong enough, the Sky Splitting Sword Sect would have been defeated a long time ago. The sword fighting between the disciples of the True Qi Realm is Ling Dao's efforts to turn the tide, and the sword fighting between the disciples of the Chongxiao Realm is still Ling Dao's reversal.

The eight elders who came with him now looked at how Ling Dao looked and how pleasing to the eye. In the first round of the competition, the Sky Splitting Sword Sect was the first, the second round was the second round, the Sky Splitting Sword Sect was the second, and the third round was the third, and the Sky Splitting Sword Sect was the worst and the second.

"Now there is only the last competition left, if Ling Dao continues to win, then the Sky Splitting Sword Sect will be the first in this sword fighting competition, right?"

"The penultimate in history has turned over and directly become the first, this time the sword fighting conference is too dramatic, right?"

"It's a good sword fighting conference, and the ten-rank potential power can outperform the nine-rank potential power, it's just too interesting!"

It stands to reason that the ten-rank power of the sword fighting conference cannot be the opponent of the nine-rank power at all. The disciples of the tenth-grade power were originally weaker than the disciples of the ninth-grade power. Coupled with the number of people who fought in the ten-rank potential, it was only half of the nine-rank potential, and the nine-rank potential should be a must-win.

This was the case in the previous sword fighting conferences, the Heavy Sword Sect was often the first, the Anshan Clan was second, followed by the True Martial Sword Sect and the Xuanwu Sword Sect, and the most reluctantly the Heaven Splitting Sword Sect. Only this time was the exception, the Heaven Splitting Sword Sect produced Ling Dao and Aolong, completely subverting the laws of the Sword Fighting Conference.

"The sword fighting tournament is now coming to an end, and only the last competition is left. Although it's getting late now, there is no need to drag on the last match, let's do it now!

As Ansan Taiping's words fell, the twenty peak disciples of the Ansan clan walked towards the sword fighting platform. In fact, Ansan Taiping also has his own little abacus, if he made a move tomorrow, Ling Dao would have recovered a long time ago, and if he shot now, Ling Dao, who consumed a lot of money, should not be able to exert much combat power.

Three rounds of competition, the first round of the Heaven Splitting Sword Sect first, the second round of the Heavy Sword Sect first, Anshan Taiping naturally also wants the Anshan Clan to get the first. As a nine-grade power, if you can't even get a first, it's really a shame.

"Do your best to win, but you must not hurt that disciple of the Heaven Splitting Sword Sect called Ling Dao!"

Ansan Feihong, who was standing on the sword fighting platform, sounded the voice of Ansan Taiping in his ears, and the sound was gathered into a line. Not only did Ansan Feihong hear it, but other Ansan clan's disciples also heard Ansan Taiping's words. King Xiaoyao was kind to Anshan Taiping, and Anshan Taiping naturally did not allow the children of Anshan to harm Ling Dao.

"You all go down, just leave it to me!"

Ling Dao said to Ouyang Susu and the other disciples of the Heaven Splitting Sword Sect, they were standing on the sword fighting platform, and it was indeed useless. Even if they all shot, it would be good to be able to contain two or three Ansan clan disciples.

"Isn't this good, right?We are all disciples of the Heaven Splitting Sword Sect, how can we let you face these Ansan Clan disciples alone?"

"That is, although we are not strong, it is no problem to delay for you for a while, what is the matter of leaving you alone on the sword fighting platform?"

Except for Zhou Xinghe, the other disciples of the Heaven Splitting Sword Sect on the sword fighting platform all admired Ling Dao in their hearts. The current Ling Dao is only in the middle of the Xiao Realm, and he is so strong, how can he be ten times stronger than them?

"Don't worry, no problem, they can't beat me!"

Ling Dao's words angered the children of the Anshan clan. It was true that Ling Dao had defeated twenty Heavy Sword Sect disciples before, but Ling Dao at that time was in his heyday after all. In the previous war, if Ling Dao was not consumed much, they would definitely not believe it.

"What kind of nonsense, I want to see how much combat power you have left!"

"After we defeat you, think about what you're saying now, and you'll see how ridiculous it is!"

The Ansan clan disciples really didn't intend to hurt Ling Dao, but they definitely wanted to defeat Ling Dao, and now Ling Dao was so arrogant that he didn't take them seriously at all. They glanced at each other, and then they all walked towards Ling Dao.

"I said you would lose, then you couldn't win!"

After finishing speaking, Ling Dao took the initiative to kill the twenty Ansan clan disciples with the Heavenly Thunder Sword in hand. Instead of waiting for the twenty Anshan clan disciples to make a move, it was naturally better for Ling Dao to strike first.

"Wind Thunder Sword!"

The wind and clouds surged, ten thousand thunders surged, lightning flashed, and the wind and thunder sword was cast again, which was obviously more powerful than before. The medium-grade swordsmanship is really extraordinary, and when it is displayed, the wind and thunder burst, and the entire sword fighting platform seems to be shrouded in the wind and thunder sword.

"Five Peaks Alone!"

Ansan Feihong's expression was serious, and as soon as he came up, he showed the strongest swordsmanship he could ever use. The true qi in his body was rushing like a great river, and the massive amount of true qi formed the phantom shadow of the five mountains, which were magnificent and vast, and hazy.

In the center of the five mountains was a giant sword that exuded a terrifying aura. With a cold cry from Ansan Feihong, the giant sword was slashed down in the air, as if it was about to split this piece of heaven and earth, which was particularly terrifying.

The Heavenly Thunder Sword in Ling Dao's hand swept out, and the power of the wind and thunder all roared out. The phantom of a mountain was split to pieces in an instant. Immediately afterwards, the phantoms of other mountains also turned into nothingness.

Only the giant sword slashed down, and it just collided with the Heavenly Thunder Sword. The strong energy emanated from all around, and the other nineteen peak martial artists of the Chongxiao Realm all had solemn expressions, and the combat power displayed by Ling Dao and An San Feihong made them angry.

"Defeat!"

The Heavenly Thunder Sword slashed the giant sword, and slapped it on Ansan Feihong's body even harder. An San Feihong had no killing intent towards Ling Dao, and Ling Dao naturally couldn't use the Heavenly Thunder Sword to stab An San Feihong, just slapped him out of the air.

Immediately afterwards, Ling Dao once again started to attack the other Ansan clan disciples, and Ansan Feihong's defeat made them all vigilant. It's a pity that Ling Dao is like a ghost, and his movement speed is too fast, and they can't even touch Ling Dao's shadow at all.

"The true qi in his body, how can it feel like it's endless?"

"Indeed, this kid is very evil, and seems to be forever tireless, what the hell is going on?"