"Situ Ming, is that you?"

Yuwen was slightly startled, and then laughed disdainfully, his eyes were gloomy, and at the same time, a trace of jealousy flashed.

"Okay, since you dare to challenge, then let's fight, I also want to compete with you, why can you be an alternate saint!"

"And I can't?"

Although Yuwen Xuzhong's strength is weaker than Situ Ming's, he has enough confidence in his cultivation!

Confident that Situ Ming is not his opponent in Yuwen Xu!

The person in front of him is one of the Seven Peaks, the genius disciple of the Netherworld Peak, Situ Ming, who has a respected status within the sect and is a powerful cultivator, who is already a five-fold heavenly cultivator in the Lingyuan Realm, and is also one of the Seven Alternate Holy Sons.

Speaking of Situ Ming, two months ago, when Chen Tian was still in the sect in the Holy Son Competition, he also witnessed his demeanor, he was indeed a very powerful person, at that time, his cultivation was only a heavy heaven in the Spirit Yuan Realm, and now his progress is even more unexpected, advanced to the fifth heaven, and far surpasses Chen Tian, and his ghost steps are also similar to Chen Tian, from the sixth sense, Chen Tian always feels that this Situ Ming is not easy to deal with, he is a really powerful person, ordinary monks are by no means opponents, Chen Tian also subconsciously feels that Situ Ming is very strong。

However, now that Situ Ming is the alternate Holy Son of the Immortal Saint Sword Sect, presumably the final place in the Holy Son Competition that day did not fall into his hands, as for who the real Holy Son is, now Chen Tian can only be sure that he is very strong, at least stronger than Situ Ming.

Situ Ming sat in the position of the alternate holy son, and his status was respected, but Yuwen Xuzhong didn't get anything, he also had a conflict with Situ Ming two months ago, Yuwen Xuzhong felt that with his strength, he could definitely be the alternate holy son, but Situ Ming stepped in sideways, and he had some resentment towards Situ Ming in his heart, but he never found a chance.

Now, Situ Ming came directly to the door, but it was a grievance in his Yuwen Void!

At the same time, he also wanted to try this Situ Ming, how about it?!

Under the battle stage.

The disciples were also very surprised that Situ Ming was the first to take the stage to challenge, and at the same time, they were extremely excited, because both of them were relatively strong!

It's going to be a great game!

"It's actually Situ Ming of Netherworld Peak, I didn't expect him to be the first to go up and challenge, now there is a good show. ”

"I wonder which of them is more powerful?"

"I think it's Yuwen Xuzhong, his phantom killing swordsmanship is superb, and there are very few who can survive ten moves under his sword. ”

"Situ Ming is one of the alternate holy sons, it is not a small role to become a holy son, Situ Ming's strength is also very strong, just the ghost steps of the ghost are enough to make Yuwen Xuzhong unable to touch the horns of his clothes, and it is not certain who will kill the deer!"

Resting Ground at Xiaoyao Peak.

"He seems to be better, and it seems that I am indeed lagging behind. ”

Chen Tian looked at Situ Ming on the battle platform, his eyes showing a thoughtful look.

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Situ Ming stood with a war knife, traversing the sky, looking down at Yuwen Xuzhong, hunting in a white shirt, his eyes were cold, indifferent and sharp, looking at him like a dead man, exuding a self-respecting momentum!

"Buzz!"

The sword under Situ Ming's feet buzzed and trembled, emitting bursts of terrifying murderous aura, wisps of sword power flowed, and unparalleled power emanated.

It's a Xuanbing-level war knife!

"Hehe, give it a try!"

Situ Ming smiled lightly, and at the same time, he didn't drag the slightest mud and water, stepped out of the knife, his body was like a phantom, and he arrived in front of Yuwen Xuzhong in a flash, and a trace of chill emanated.

Nether Walk!

Situ Ming's condensing fist bombarded away, and the rolling true yuan turned into a torrent, annihilating towards Yuwen Void, endless black light intertwined vertically and horizontally, like a big net, and the terrifying breath of prison made people feel great pressure!

A hint of surprise flashed in Yuwen Xuzhong's eyes, this Situ Ming's speed really lived up to its name, but with a wave of his white sleeves, Zhenyuan swept out, blessed his body, and quickly retreated!

Two white shadows, one advancing and one retreating!

"Why, aren't you going to fight me, why don't you dare?" Situ Ming's mouth raised a chuckle, and his eyes were indifferent.

Yuwen didn't answer, but one of his faces turned iron-blue.

Suddenly, the sword flashed!

A Qingfeng long sword appeared out of thin air in Yuwen Xuzhong's hand, across his chest, Situ Ming's punch slammed into the sword body, the vast metal tremble resounded in all directions, and the tyrannical energy fluctuations vibrated open!

The two of them flew out upside down at the same time, and they both flew out of the battle platform in one step, and they were almost out!

"Situ Ming, don't get complacent too early, the battle has just begun!"

"Blue Blade!"

Yuwen shouted violently, his body was like electricity, and he turned into an afterimage like lightning and rushed towards Situ Ming, the long sword in his hand broke through the air, the sword light rolled, and the sword qi was vertical and horizontal!

"Blood Palm!"

Situ Ming also stepped out in one step, shrinking into inches, his body was like a ghost, endless blood light evaporated, condensed in his palm, and the cold air of the forest swirled around his body, quite a kind of hellish Shura's momentum, as if a palm came out, and the soul was destroyed!

The two quickly moved closer to the center of the battle platform!

Everyone's hearts are also in their throats, who is better?

"Boom!!"

There was a loud bang, like rolling thunder, and the two of them struck each other violently with their swords, and the violent True Yuan fluctuations swept out, stirring up smoke and dust in the sky!

If it weren't for the fact that the battle platform was densely covered with ancient runes to protect the battle platform area, I am afraid that it would have already affected everyone!

At this time, even several elders in the elder seat frowned and looked at the battle platform intently.

Soon, the smoke cleared.

"Look, who's winning?"

"Like...... Is it a tie?"

"No, it seems that Situ Ming has won!"

"Fart, Yuwen hasn't fallen down yet!"

"And who do you say wins?"

"Well, they're all right, it should be a tie!"

...............

Many disciples in the audience discussed the battle situation, and it was really hard to say who won, because no one fell.

The two looked at each other, standing as upright as guns, cold as knives.

Yuwen Xuzhong's snow-like white clothes were almost shattered, and his hair was messy, but he looked unscathed and uninjured.

On the other hand, Situ Ming is dressed in a white shirt like jade, his clothes are not stained with dust, his eyes are playful but indifferent and cold, and there is a playful smile on the corner of his mouth, which is even more light.

Although they were all fine, and none of them fell, it was obvious that Situ Ming had won.

This result was also expected, and just as the deacon elders were about to announce the results, Yuwen spoke again.

"Wait, I haven't lost yet. ”

Yuwen Xu's eyes were gloomy and terrifying, word by word, every time he spit out a word, others could feel a strong murderous intent and chill.

"This ......"

The elder deacon frowned, as if he was a little embarrassed, and looked at the elders' seat.

Great Elder Nangong Qingjue nodded slowly.

"Okay! the game continues!" said the deacon elder, no longer hesitating.

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