Shout......

The killing intent on Long Ming's body was intense, and the bloodthirsty sword in his hand was like the bloody mouth of a brutal beast, enveloping half of the sword-killing platform.

"It's a fast ......"

"The strength of the disciples of the Lightsaber Hall is too strong."

"Fortunately, the two disciples of the Lightsaber Hall were drawn together, and after this scene, there will be one less person in the Lightsaber Hall."

Many disciples showed surprise, the power of this move of the dragon was much stronger than that of the previous disciples.

"This junior disciple of the Lightsaber Hall has almost reached the end of the previous session." A senior brother commented on it.

Reaching the end of the previous session, that is to say, the combat power of the dragon is almost on par with the previous session, even if it is ranked last, it is very amazing.

You must know that the senior brothers and sisters of the last session have been joining the outer sect for three years, and the strength of the ranking last, in this session, it is enough to crush many disciples, and only Tianjiao and the top disciples can compete with the last senior brothers and sisters.

Crash......

A piece of clothing was cut off, and Long Zixu avoided it.

"I haven't seen you in a short period of time, but you've made great progress. But you think you'll win me over that way? I have to say, you are so naïve. Long Zixu sneered.

As soon as the bloodthirsty sword in Long Ming's hand was retracted, he shot again, turning into a stream of bloody light, shuttling through, and slashing towards Long Zixu fiercely.

"It's useless, you're no match for me at all." Long Zixu's face was contemptuous, his hands were behind his back, his body was like the wind, and he brushed by the blood light, looking extremely calm, and from beginning to end, he had never used a single martial art.

The new disciples who looked at the Sword Killing Platform from afar were secretly frightened, the gap between the top disciples and Tianjiao was so big. Long Ming kept shooting, but he couldn't even touch the corners of Long Zixu's clothes.

One move after another, Long Ming's eyes were red, his face was hideous, and he completely ignored his own consumption.

"To continue? Since you want to continue, then I will play with you and let you understand thoroughly that the gap between us cannot be bridged. Long Zixu smiled coldly.

Defeating the dragon will be too easy for him, but it won't make much sense to do so, at most it will make the dragon suffer a little loss. Slowly dragging it down, making Long Ming realize the gap, and his heart suffered a huge blow. The inner shock is far more difficult to heal than the ** pain, and it is also easier for a martial artist to collapse.

"Something is wrong......"

A senior brother frowned and said, "This Long Ming knows that his strength is not as good as Long Zixu, not only does he not plan to stop, but he also consumes a lot of true yuan. ”

"Seems to be the same, huh? The blood light condensed with the true yuan has not completely dissipated...... "Another senior brother suddenly found that there was a lot of blood light on the sword killing platform, although it was very dim, but there was no sign of dissipation, and in the blood light, there was a trace of strange sharpness.

"It's ...... Sword Qi ......"

"Senior Brother Long Ming has actually comprehended the sword qi ......," the senior brothers and sisters of the Light Sword Hall showed surprise.

"These sword qi are all over the place, is it ......?"

"It's an extreme killing method to kill junior brothers, but I didn't expect this young man to cultivate it." Elder Xia bowed slightly. The method of extreme killing was extremely difficult to cultivate, and it took sixty years to kill the elders before cultivating this special technique to perfection.

The dragon spirit can be cultivated in just three days, this talent is already amazing, if he can grow up, his achievements in the day should not be under the killing of elders.

However, entering the martial arts by killing is not the right way after all, and although the promotion is fast, there are also drawbacks. The biggest flaw of the killing martial arts is that if you kill a thousand enemies, you will lose 800 yourself.

"You can die." Long Ming suddenly withdrew his sword, his eyes cold.

"Die......" Long Ziming suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Kill the real sword!

The dragon spurted out a large mouthful of blood, and his body was covered with dense sword marks, this was a terrifying heaven-level martial art, urging it out, and he had to bear the power of this kind of martial art first. The more powerful it is, the more serious it is. Long Ming used all his strength, not only the sword marks on his body, but also the internal organs in his body were severely damaged.

On the sword killing platform, the hidden dark red sword qi was released, enveloping Long Zixu.

Woohoo......

The terrifying sword aura was vertical and horizontal, drawing shallow white marks on the ground.

Soon, the sword qi faded.

Long Ming spurted out a large mouthful of blood again, his face was pale, and his body was shaky.

"I underestimated you......"

A cold and angry voice came, and I saw Long Zixu walking out of the sword qi, the palm of his left hand was dripping with blood, and the sleeves of his shirt were shredded.

Long Zixu was injured, but not as seriously as he thought.

"But you can only reach this level. Let you see, what is the real sword qi ......" Long Zixu merged the two fingers of his right hand and slashed down in the air, and the silver sword qi was three feet long and four inches wide.

Recite......

Long Ming quickly dodged, but was still impacted by the sword qi, and the whole person was shocked and flew upside down to a height of three zhang, the qi and blood surged, and the true yuan was difficult to gather.

"I said, don't challenge me, or you'll regret it for the rest of your life. Since you dare to challenge me, then I will abolish you and let you live in pain for the rest of your life......" Long Zixu slashed down with his hand, pointing directly at the dantian of the dragon and the earth, if the sword qi fell into it, it would definitely destroy the entire dantian. That means that the cultivation of the dragon will be abolished.

If the cultivation is abolished, then it will be difficult for Long Ming to pass the assessment at the end of the year, and he will definitely be driven out of the Outer Sect of the Immortal Sword Sect at that time.

Long Zixu's hand is indeed ruthless enough.

Once the dragon is deposed, then he can no longer be an enemy in this life.

If he is driven out of the Immortal Sword Sect again, Long Ming's life will be over, and it will be almost impossible to take revenge in the future.

"Brother Long Ming, admit defeat quickly!" A voice came from afar.

Long Ming, who was immersed in hatred, came to his senses on the spot, looked at Long Zixu, and gritted his teeth, "I admit defeat." ”

"It's late......" Long Zixu's hand was cut off.

Suddenly, a figure swept towards him at a faster speed, and his fist soared into the sky, smashing into Long Zixu's head like a thunderbolt.

"Huh?" Long Zixu quickly stopped.

Boom......

The fist strength and sword qi collided together, and the two disappeared suddenly.

As for the dragon underworld, it was swept out by the force of the impact.

"Brother Dragon." A teenager swept over and took the dragon down.

"Brother Ye, thank you." After Long Ming finished speaking, he fainted.

"It's ...... you"

Long Zixu's face sank, "Don't you understand the rules of the new qualifying conference?" The two sides will fight each other, and no one will be allowed to interfere. ”

"Brother Long Ming has already admitted defeat." Ye Xiang said.

"Throw in the towel...... Hehe, why didn't I hear that? ”

Long Zixu snorted, stared at Ye Xiang, didn't say anything more, turned around and walked down, because the outcome had been decided.

"Don't let me touch you."

When Long Zixu passed by Ye Xiang, he said in a low voice: "Otherwise, you will regret what you have done." Don't think that if you are a disciple of Shi Shuzu, no one will dare to touch you. The outer sect of the Immortal Sword Sect, the disciples duel fairly, as long as they don't die, even if they are abolished, they will not be held accountable. Even if you are the descendant of the suzerain. ”

"I will also return this sentence to you, I hope you don't meet me." Ye Xiang replied.

"I hope you have the opportunity and ability to say this." Long Zixu looked disdainful and went straight back to the lightsaber hall.

Long Ming was taken to heal by the warriors of the Lightsaber Palace, and the fight continued.

Scene 10!

"Wind Sword Palace-Jiang He!"

"Lightsaber Hall - Ye Xiang!"

As the bronze robe elder read out Ye Xiang's name, many eyes from the Lightsaber Hall turned to Ye Xiang. Among the ten disciples of the Lightsaber Hall who have obtained the quota, the one with the best luck. No, it should be said that luck has gone against the sky, and there are even rumors that this young man was accepted as a disciple by his uncle.

And when Ye Xiang landed on the sword killing platform, he also attracted a lot of attention. The main reason is that Ye Xiang is only in the realm of the median Martial King.

In nine consecutive games, the lowest strength was the upper martial king. Now a median martial king suddenly appeared, which is a bit surprising.

"It's him ......"

"Top ten in the Hall of Lightsaber?"

"This ...... Unlikely. ”

The disciples who joined the outer sect from the Lingdu District at the beginning saw Ye Xiang standing on the sword killing platform, their eyes widened, and some even wiped their eyes, wondering if they had dazzled their eyes. But when they saw that it was indeed Ye Xiang on the stage, the disciples from the Lingdu District felt very incredible.

You must know that when the sword stone was chosen, the exercises of the Eight Halls were not suitable for Ye Xiang, and in the end, it was the senior brother of the Light Sword Hall who kindly picked Ye Xiang back. After leaving, everyone had a common idea, that is, Ye Xiang would stay for two years at most, and he would be driven away.

Only four months later, Ye Xiang actually obtained the qualification to participate in the qualifying conference......

This qualification is selected by each hall, and those who can obtain the qualification are all the top disciples in the same class.

A guy who is not suitable for cultivating the exercises of the outer halls of the Immortal Sword Sect actually became the representative of the Lightsaber Hall to participate in the ranking conference, it feels like a dream, it is too unreal.

"You're my opponent?" Jiang He frowned, looking at the young man in front of him, he was a little lacking in interest, he came to participate in the qualifying conference, not only to win a higher ranking, but also to fight with Tianjiao. As for the other disciples, Jiang Ji did not put it in his eyes.

It's not that Jiang He is conceited, but he does have this qualification, among the new disciples of the Wind Sword Palace, his strength ranks fourth, and he is only one line away from the two Tianjiao of the Wind Sword Palace.

"Forget it, defeat you first, and then have a good battle with your Tianjiao of the Lightsaber Palace."

After Jiang He finished speaking, he had already made a move, and the martial robe hunted like a raging wind, using his hand as a sword, slashed towards Ye Xiang.

The fifth layer of the wind sword - wind twisting!

This is the top martial art of the Wind Sword Palace, almost comparable to the Heavenly Rank, it is something that all the disciples of the Wind Sword Hall will cultivate, the Wind Sword has a total of nine layers, and those who can cultivate to the third layer are already very strong. And there are very few people who have reached the fifth level.

Each additional layer of the Wind Sword increases its power by more than two times.

Under the wind, the surrounding air currents turned into sharp swords, enveloping Ye Xiang in an instant.

said that it was too late, that time was fast, Ye Xiang punched out.

Boom!

The wind trembled.

The power of 99,999 brought out by the extreme physique crashed into Jiang He's body.

Burst......

Jiang He flew out upside down, vomited blood, and finally fell to the ground, and after struggling twice, he fainted on the spot.

"That's the end of it?"

"This ...... This ......"

"The median Martial King killed the upper Martial King with one punch?"

There was an uproar in the audience.

Not to mention those disciples, even Ye Xiang felt strange, although his physical strength was very strong, with Jiang He's strength, even if he was hit, he would be injured at most, and it was impossible for him to pass out from serious injuries.

The bronze-robed elder swept up with two older military servants and checked Jiang He.

"How?"

"Returning to Elder, this disciple of the Wind Sword Hall has relapsed from an old injury."

"Relapse of an old injury?" The bronze-robed elder frowned.

"Yes, according to the slave's speculation, it should be forcibly raised to the level of the wind sword, so that the secret injuries in the body are too serious. It stands to reason that he should have hurried to recuperate, and he couldn't participate in the competition......"

"I understand that he deliberately pressed the injury and then came to participate in the fight." The bronze robe elder waved his hand, it was not the first time he had encountered this kind of thing.

An opponent with a dark wound himself......

The disciple of the Light Sword Hall was dumbfounded, originally thinking that Ye Xiang would be defeated, but he didn't expect that this young man's luck would be so good that Cheng Dù encountered another opponent who was seriously injured, but he was forced to suppress the injury, but before the opponent could send the strongest blow, he fell due to the recurrence of the injury.

This luck ...... It's too good to be too good......