In this way, the battle ended with Yi Qiu's victory.

Sikong Xingyue's beautiful eyes flickered, and he glanced at Yi Qiu and the Holy Court Saint Son and said, "The two of you are the last battle, whoever can win this battle will be the sword leader this time! Yi Qiu, do you plan to continue to challenge and compete for the sword leader, or are you ready to give up?"

"Challenge!"

Of course, Yi Qiu would not give up, not to mention that his purpose this time was for the position of sword leader, and in order to clear the snow for Murong Qingxue, he couldn't give up, after all, this Holy Court Holy Son had just defeated the fairy wife before.

So of course he had to defeat this person and avenge Murong Qingxue.

Seeing that Yi Qiu chose to challenge himself, the Holy Court Saint Son couldn't help but sneer, "Do you really want to challenge me, do you think your strength is stronger than that of Miss Murong?"

Indeed, the strength shown by Murong Qingxue was already considered the limit of the sage, but in the end, it only made this holy son take a step back.

Therefore, even if Yi Qiu practiced the ninth sword of the Nine Stacks of Tempest Slash, it would not be possible for him to be the opponent of this Holy Court Holy Son.

If you continue to challenge, it is tantamount to asking for hardship, if you are a wise person, you will definitely choose to retire at this moment, after all, Yi Qiu's performance during this period of time is enough to amaze everyone, and there is no need to challenge an opponent who is impossible to defeat.

But......

At this moment, Yi Qiu smiled faintly and said, "I don't know if I'm better than Murong Qingxue, but I know one thing, His Highness the Holy Son, do you want to know?"

The Holy Son was stunned for a moment, and then asked, "Hehe, what's the matter?" ”

"I'm better than you!"

Rumble!

The voice landed, and there was a dead silence all around!

What will Yi Qiu say again?

He said he was better than the Son?

Isn't this kid crazy?

Even if he practiced the ninth sword of the Nine Stacks of Tempest Slash, it was absolutely impossible for him to be the opponent of the Holy Son of the Holy Court!

Where did he get the confidence to dare to say such a thing.

"Hehe, Brother Ling, you, this disciple, are really interesting, better than the Holy Son, it is estimated that this kind of thing is what he dares to say!"

Sikong Xingyue shook his head with a helpless smile.

In her opinion, even if Yi Qiushi displayed the Ninth Sword, he would not be able to be the opponent of that Holy Court Holy Son.

That Holy Son is almost the king of the Sages, and no one can match him.

With Murong Qingxue's strength, it only made him take a step back.

What ability does he have to say such a thing?

Ling Xiao seemed very calm, Yi Qiu had never played cards according to routines, so he had long been accustomed to such a situation.

"I believe that Yi Qiu, he is not an arrogant and ignorant person, and he dares to say such a thing, which means that he still has hole cards. ”

"Do you still have hole cards? Could it be that your Battle Martial Temple, there are still basic swordsmanship that is stronger than the Nine Stacks of Tempest Slash?"

That Sikong Xingyue asked in some surprise.

"Not really. ”

Ling Xiao shook his head, to be honest, he didn't know what Yi Qiu's hole cards were, after all, in his opinion, the ninth sword was already Yi Qiu's limit, but he had an inexplicable belief that Yi Qiu must have stronger means that had not been used.

In the distance, the corner of the Holy Court Goddess's mouth hooked, and she snorted coldly: "Arrogant and ignorant boy, you dare to say that you are stronger than my brother, you don't know how terrible my brother is, among the sages, it is impossible for anyone to defeat my brother, let alone you are a sage who only has late-stage cultivation." ”

Murong Qingxue's beautiful eyes flickered, and her cold face showed a somewhat expectant expression.

She knew Yi Qiu better than anyone else, and it was impossible for Yi Qiu to say such a thing without absolute certainty.

......

"Haha!!"

The Holy Court Son was stunned at first, but then he looked up and laughed, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

After laughing, the Holy Son of the Holy Court looked at Yi Qiu with contempt and said, "You say you're better than me?"

"Yes!"

Yi Qiu replied lightly, with the same light expression on his face.

"It's good, you're confident, and you do have the money to be confident, but you've chosen the wrong opponent. ”

The Holy Son of the Holy Court gently stretched out his arms, and his tall body exuded a dazzling golden brilliance, like a rising sun, and the dazzling light made people dare not look directly.

"In this battle, I will let you understand that between you and me, there is no level at all, in front of me, you are an ant!"

The Son of the Holy Court had a look of contempt on his face.

"You make a move, within three moves, if you can make me take two steps back, then I lose!"

"Two steps?"

Yi Qiu smiled in his heart, this holy son is really not ordinary arrogance, does he think he is a fairy wife?

It is true that the fairy wife's swordsmanship is already the pinnacle of strength among the sages.

It's a pity that in terms of kendo artistic conception, he is better than the fairy wife!

Swish!

With a piercing sword roar, the Feihong Sword was unsheathed in an instant.

"In that case, His Highness the Holy Son must take this sword!"

The words landed, and the Feihong Sword slashed out again and again.

Whew!

In an instant, the nine swords slashed out, and the wind-like sword qi gathered together, turning into a huge wind dragon, rushing towards His Highness the Holy Son.

"Hmph, can the Tempest Nine Stacks Slash the Ninth Sword? This sword can defeat Zhao Madtian's waste, but it can't defeat me!"

The Holy Son of the Holy Court smiled coldly, swept his long sword, and shouted loudly.

"Sun Sword Slash!"

Rumble!

A terrifying wave of flame sword formed, and then blasted towards the wind dragon in an instant.

Thundered!

The flame sword wave collides with the wind dragon in mid-air!

Suddenly there was an earth-shattering roar!

The flame sword wave and the wind dragon burst out at the same time.

In an instant, it turned into a terrifying pillar of flames and rushed into the sky, like a volcanic eruption, and the scene was extremely terrifying.

"That's all?"

The corners of the Holy Son's mouth curled, and he smiled disdainfully again: "Your strongest sword can't make me take half a step back, do you think you're still stronger than me now?"

When the words landed, the onlookers showed shocked expressions.

This Holy Court Saint Son is simply too strong, even the Ninth Sword of the Nine Stacks of Tempest Slash can't make him take half a step back, this guy is simply a demon.

Murong Qingxue bit her lower lip, her face was indescribably pale.

She only now understood that when the Holy Court Saint Son competed with her just now, he didn't show his true strength at all, and he didn't even make a move, if he did, he might not even be able to resist for a round.

This Son is really strong and terrifying.

It is impossible for Yi Qiu to defeat him!

At this moment, not only her, but everyone, including everyone, thought that Yi Qiu would definitely be defeated, and he couldn't even push back the Holy Son of the Holy Court by half a step.

"What a strong guy, this Holy Son, it seems that he is much more terrifying than the previous Holy Court Holy Son! ”

Ling Xiao also shook his head in disbelief and said.

......

Just when everyone had already decided that Yi Qiu would be defeated.

Yi Qiu said expressionlessly, "Who told His Highness the Holy Son that the sword just now was my strongest sword?"