The tenth day of the geniuses of the Dragon Martial Empire rampant in Tianfu.

The young genius generation of the Tianfu Empire still has no information, as if it has evaporated directly in the world, although the retreat is as little as a few months, at most ten or eight years, and a hundred years is possible, but people also have resentments in their hearts.

At this juncture, the generation of young geniuses of the empire does not come out, which means that the Tianfu Empire will protect the torture of the young geniuses of the Longwu Empire.

For people, this is not only a shame for the empire, but also a magic barrier in their hearts.

Imperial City.

On the martial arts field.

The sound of resentment kept coming, another young genius of the four major families died, and the tiger anger of the Star Scar Academy, although he had successfully entered the realm of venerable martial arts, still died under the sword of the tenth son.

The wind and snow sword soul is shocking.

If you can't break the power of the wind and snow, then you won't be able to defeat the Ten Sons of Longwu.

The strong tenth son continued to show off his might in the ring.

But just today, the emergence of a piece of news is inspiring.

The Imperial Sacred Academy, Zhong Lifu, has broken through the double realm of respect and martial arts, and has already issued a war letter.

Although Zhong Liwu was defeated in Dabi, his strength is undoubted, at least he once fought with Wuchen, and it is still a good story so far.

The tenth son waited quietly in the ring, and the angry defeat of the tiger angered the hearts of the crowd again.

Just as the sun set, a figure suddenly appeared in the ring.

"The Sacred Courtyard Zhong Li, he is here. A slender body stood in the ring.

Perhaps after waiting for a long time, the tenth son opened his eyes and looked at Zhong Liwu: "You are Zhong Liwu, the first person in the Holy Academy?"

If it was before, Zhong Liwu would definitely be proud of this, but since his defeat to Wuchen, Zhong Liwu no longer regards himself as the first, he understands the truth that there are people outside the sky.

"I'm just a student at the Holy Academy. Zhong Li said indifferently.

"It's really humble, I don't know how many people like you, a person with a double martial realm, can rank in this Tianfu Empire?" The tenth son of the Longwu Empire sneered and looked at Zhong Liwu, although the realm was comparable, but there was not the slightest fear in the eyes of the tenth son.

He had been waiting for the young genius of the Tianfu Empire for a long time.

Just to wait for them to appear, and then crush them completely.

"How many are the second levels of the Zunwu Realm?" Hearing this, Zhong Li sneered, but did not answer, but his expression was dazed: "Let's start, let me understand the strength of the Wind and Snow Swordsman of the Dragon Martial Empire." ”

"Don't worry, you'll see you soon, but then you'll be the same as these ghosts lying in the ring!"

Wind and snow swordsman, wind is an attribute, and this son is extremely talented, and he actually used the wind to change the weather, forming the most terrible snow, and the snow turns into ice with great killing power.

"Zhong Liwu must be careful, he is an attribute sword martial spirit!" said the crowd excitedly.

Zhong Liwu didn't know that the opponent was a sword soul of the wind attribute, and the power of the wind changed the weather, causing wind and snow, and thousands of people in this ring were buried under his kendo will.

But he is ambiguous, and he is by no means the original!

The moment the other party's wind-attribute sword soul bloomed, a purple-black terrifying power appeared behind Zhong Liwu.

"Burn, Tenyasha!"

The Yaksha of hell, people have not forgotten the power of the martial soul that is different from Zhong Lifu's elegant name, and the appearance of the Yaksha martial soul made the sound of Devil May Cry appear in the entire ring.

The tenth son's expression was awe-inspiring, the other party's martial realm was double, and he had such a strong martial soul power, this person was the first in the Holy Academy, and he must be the leader among the young generation of the Tianfu Empire.

If you win him now, look at what the Tianfu Empire has to say, thinking of this, he grinned, and as soon as the sword came out, this hurricane lingered on the sword body.

"Sevenfold Martial Soul Will!"

"Hmph, the power of will, the will of the sevenfold wind sword soul!" The sword soul will of the wind attribute, two sevenfold might, but obviously Zhong Lifu's will power was suppressed.

Although he lost a little in the clash of wills, Zhong Liwu had the belief that he could never lose, and the blade of the Yaksha flipped and struck out.

"It's a good time!" the tenth son of Long Wu fought Zhong Lifu for the first time, and the battle was about to break out. The killing machine in his hand was fully revealed, the sword of wind and snow took the first offensive, and the blade of the yaksha swung out a surging aura, and for a while, the sword and the sword, the battle was fierce.

"Here we go. The crowd was shocked, their eyes widening with bated breath, the battle was blurred, but no one wanted to miss a single detail.

Different sword momentum, symbolizing completely different strength cultivation, the sword moves of the wind attribute sword soul are absolutely decisive, and the moves are step by step, and the sword traces that people have been familiar with and unfamiliar in the past ten days.

On the other side of the ring, the power of the Yaksha turned the title page of memory, and a dark vortex condensed overhead.

The pole moved, and Zhong Liwu shouted: "Yaksha Turbine!"

An astonishing suction force is about to shatter everything, and the whirlpool is like water. The curtains are stacked on top of each other, gradually becoming invisible, and the time and space that is constantly going backwards seem to destroy everything and turn into nothingness.

Long Wu Shizi frowned, such a powerful energy actually stirred his sword intent.

However, his strength is obviously more than that, the wind and clouds surge, and the power of the sword wind that rises echoes above the ring, the wild wind continues, and the bell blows into the terrifying soul.

The meeting of the sword and the wind, in the blink of an eye, a terrifying rainbow was struck, and the ten sons of Longwu burst up, and the crowd looked at it with a burst of exclamation, fixed their eyes, and the moment they were mistaken in the ring, there were traces of riots.

Zhong Li's expression was awe-inspiring, and the Yaksha turned into a defense, but the cold wind struck again, and the ten sons of Longwu turned around and broke the wind, and the wind and sword momentum converged, and reversed and attacked again.

Zhong Liwu was careless for a while, he was in danger, and he was just about to turn around and get out of the night, but he found that the vast ring instantly turned into a cold place, and his feet were bound instantly, and an amazing sword slashed down into the air!

"Oops!" The crowd was shocked, Zhong Liwu also had beads of awe-inspiring sweat on his forehead, and when he was in a panic, he fluttered his palm to meet the terrible sword intent, and the moment the voice was confused, the soul of the Yaksha was instantly stained with blood, and Zhong Liwu's chest was left with hideous blood.

In this confrontation, the ten sons of Longwu had the upper hand.

The situation is becoming more and more unfavorable for Zhong Lifu.

"Haha, this is the so-called No. 1 Holy Academy, your cultivation should be the young genius generation of the Tianfu Empire, weak, it's just too weak. Ruthlessly sneering, laughing wildly, as soon as the words of the ten sons of Longwu came out, they aroused the anger of the audience.

Zhong Li was furious: "Wait until you defeat me and then laugh out loud, melt the soul!"

Yaksha melted his soul, Zhong Li's body was dark, a single horn appeared on the top of his head, and his body size doubled, he was no longer humanoid, and after melting his soul, he turned into a Yaksha demon.

"Die!"

Turned into a yaksha, his strength increased by leaps and bounds, the speed was like thunder, and in one shot, the violent body actually knocked the ten sons of Longwu out of the air.

Long Wu Shizi's eyes regretted and detonated the wind and snow sword soul, and in an instant, the entire ring was filled with a strong wind and snow.

The conflict detonated, and the beacon fire was rekindled, and the power of the wind and snow in front of him made the entire ring crowd all reflect it, the severed head and blood, vividly, and the countless battles full of sorrow before ended in this blizzard and cold wind.

"Zhong Lifu, be careful!" the crowd kept admonishing.

On the ring, Zhong Liwu never gave up the battle lightly, his eyes were sharp, Ji Wufang poured his combat power into the end of the knife body, and suddenly slashed into the ground, the blade of the unrivaled Yaksha, like a dragon galloping, straight to the ten sons of Longwu!

"Eight Desolations and Night Kill!" As soon as the king-level martial arts power came out, a huge explosion pierced the ears and strengthened the ring, and it collapsed overnight, and the rocks, sand and dust swallowed up the wind, snow and rain.

"Succeeded?" The crowd was overjoyed at first, and when they saw Long Wu Shizi's clothes in tatters and covered in blood, the exclamation annihilated everything.

Long Wu Shizi's eyes were cold, he obviously didn't expect that this battle would make him so embarrassed, his eyes were regretful, the sword intent was shocking, the sword pointed at the bell, and the cold of the wind and snow in his hand, overnight, the figure roared.

"Not good!" Zhong Liwu had just used his king-level martial arts, but he had not fully recovered, but the other party still had the strength to attack, the cold sword intent bloomed around him, and when the sword qi was rampant, he didn't want the tenth palm to turn into cold ice, and a lingering chill instantly hit the sword in his chest, and the cold ice instantly spread, turning the pain into his body!

A palm, as if he wanted Zhong Liwu's life.

The other party was mighty with one palm, and the sword qi rose again, but in that instant, the tip of the sword entered the heart and came out from the back, and the eyes of the audience seemed to be frozen in place!

"It's over!"

People's hearts were in a pang, the most fearful thing still happened, Zhong Li's eyes were scattered, and the memories of the past shook in his mind, once upon a time, he was the youngest generation in the empire, the first man in the Holy Academy, but since the defeat to Wuchen, that pride was buried deep in his bones.

Unexpectedly, before he saw the size of the territory and the breadth of the continent, he would die in this ring.

The image in his mind seemed to begin to crumble, but when he finally fixed on the dustless figure, a powerful belief suddenly burst out of his body.

The god who fixed his eyes, the anger of the Yaksha, Zhong Liwu did not retreat from the edge of the sword, but entered three points again, the blade of the Yaksha came out, a blow, a bone, between the battles, Zhong Liwu exchanged injuries for injuries, awe-inspiring and did not let go, and every step of the slashing was enough to deter the sky but the enemy was strong.

"Maniac!"

"Die!" Zhong Liwu's last performance, the surging power of the Yaksha was about to boil out, and the overwhelming power almost scared the tenth son out of his guts, but in the end, Zhong Liwu failed to hold out until the moment the power was released, and the palm power and the blade of the Yaksha stopped in front of the tenth son.

Zhong Li, still and still, the crowd was shaken.

The Tenth Son came back to his senses from the fear he had just had, and laughed excitedly, for he had indeed felt death in that moment, but he had survived, and the great joy of the rest of his life made him laugh wildly in the ring.

"Haha, haha. ”

"The first person in the Holy Academy, the young genius of the Tianfu Empire seems to be nothing more than that. Laughing hideously, he pulled out the sword in his hand, the blood-stained ring, Zhong Liwu used his life to bloom the light of the great shore.

"Huh. Cold laughter came out of his mouth with difficulty.

"You're not dead yet. The tenth son's eyes were cold, and his expression was still the thrilling memories of the previous battle.

Zhong Liwu looked at him: "Didn't you just ask me what rank I ranked in the Tianfu Empire?"

"Does it matter now, you're already defeated!" said the Tenth Son, glaring.

"What if you lose, even I, the person who can't enter the finals of the empire, can push you to a desperate situation, I really don't know what you have to be proud of, haha, don't be too proud, when you meet the real genius of my empire, it will be your lingering nightmare. ”